CHAPTER 491: 172. CHAIRMAN KASAHARA IS TRULY UNPARALLELED IN THE WORLD! _2

From the perspective of an observer, she looks like a woman who doesn’t know love.

Romantic sweet nothings, she can’t say them at all, but that doesn’t prevent it from being clear that she is very happy in her current state. To her, frivolousness is like the scorching summer, destined to be incompatible with snow. Having lived in the big city for so long, she hasn’t learned to shamefully flaunt her charms. Such pure and flawless women are rarely seen in the world, and most people, upon seeing her innocence, would mistakenly think it’s a trap.

After a leisurely walk, Fujiwara Reya brought her to a spot beside a flower bed.

Yukino Ritsuko took off her embroidered shoes as soon as she sat down, crossed her legs, and her little calves seemed to shake with joy. She asked Fujiwara Reya to pick some flowers for her, and then, while foolishly smiling at Fujiwara Reya’s retreating figure, she urged herself to quickly discover this thing called "love." To this day, she still couldn’t say what liking someone meant, but one thing was very clear: every minute and second she wasn’t with Fujiwara Reya, she felt bored. This boredom clung to her like ink on clothing, like inkstains on fingers, omnipresently sticking to her.

The flower bed bloomed with a wide variety of flowers.

Lyric three-color violets, fragrant sweet peas, golden lotus honeysuckles, cornflowers, and snapdragons.

"What should I cut..."

Fujiwara Reya muttered while holding the scissors.

Honestly, he wasn’t very interested in flowers, but with the flowers as a backdrop, Mrs. Riho should look even more beautiful... He snipped the air a few times, then bent down to cut the stem of a light purple cornflower, and returned with the flower back to Yukino Ritsuko.

"Put it in my hair." Yukino Ritsuko gently tilted her head.

"At your service." Fujiwara Reya smiled, inserting the light purple flower into the bun at the back of her head.

Yukino Ritsuko swayed her head from side to side for him to admire: "Does it look good?"

"The flower itself looked quite nice," Fujiwara Reya said with a sigh, "but once it’s in your bun, it seems rather dull."

"How come I never noticed you had such a sweet tongue before." Yukino Ritsuko rested one hand on her cheek, chuckled, "Not only is your tongue not sweet, but you’re also not gentle at all. Back then, I tried to get your attention to repay you, inviting you to come into the shop, but you ran past me three days in a row without so much as a greeting..."

Fujiwara Reya thought of that foolish woman back then, and his heart warmed a little.

He reached out to brush her nose, sat next to her, gently wrapped his arm around her waist: "The world is truly amazing, back then, who would’ve thought the woman riding a motorcycle into the river would be the Snow Woman."

"Don’t joke about that!" Yukino Ritsuko pursed her lips and laughed softly.

At this moment, her mood was more buoyant than ever, a twenty-something enchantress, appearing graceful and extraordinary. Her ankles, glowing faintly in the moonlight, were full of pure innocence. Her delicate, wrinkled heels stretched out into the deep night, kicking gently at the darkness. She felt time spent with him was so warm, with a bashful sweetness. Leaning her head on Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder, she quietly, without a word, showed a transparent smile.

"My Snow Woman..." Fujiwara Reya embraced her body.

He never expected he would marry such a pure woman, even though she lived in the scheming Furukawa Conference Hall, her heart remained pure and clean. Especially after tying her heart to his, she exuded a unique quality, like a snow lotus. Occasionally, when their eyes met, even though she didn’t speak, her eyes seemed to be smiling and speaking.

"Pure Snow Woman..." Yukino Ritsuko murmured in response to him.

This pure heart, so clumsy.

Yet in front of Fujiwara Reya, whenever she looked into his eyes, a shy and embarrassed expression would arise. This was a kind of happiness, and for this happiness, she would hide her inherent purity well, revealing another facet of herself as the Snow Woman.

Behind the two of them, a geisha’s figure emerged.

"Young master!"

Yukino Ritsuko turned her head, looking at him in surprise.

Fujiwara Reya took out the Shadow Beauty Blade from the system and tossed it to Gouzi: "Take this and remember to act quickly. If you can’t handle it, go find Aunt Qing now."

"I guarantee I’ll complete it perfectly!" Dark Crow cradled the blade in both hands and vanished into the darkness instantly.

"What’s going on?" Yukino Ritsuko inquired further.

"Oh, of course, it’s to help you take revenge..." Fujiwara Reya turned his face back to hers, showing a childlike smile, "You didn’t think I’d be so magnanimous to leave a Ghost Clan member eyeing my wife alone, did you?"

Yukino Ritsuko was slightly annoyed: "Didn’t we agree to bear with it?"

"Hehe." Fujiwara Reya grinned.

Seeing his wife’s reproving expression, he pinched her nose and said with a smile, "My nature is generally gentle, but only if no one provokes me, and they certainly shouldn’t provoke someone I care about. If it weren’t for today being our wedding night and not wanting to dirty my hands, I’d have gone to greet him personally."

Yukino Ritsuko pursed her lips, her knee gently bumped against him.

"I ask for your understanding as a man," Fujiwara Reya said.

"I do understand..." Yukino Ritsuko looked up, speaking softly, "I’m just worried about you, but since you’ve made up your mind, I’ll definitely support you, no matter what, I’ll support you."

Fujiwara Reya blinked: "Including the future when I prank our son?"

"That’s... that’s different!" Yukino Ritsuko’s face began to blush.

Fujiwara Reya pulled her closer, his face pressed to hers: "Even when we have a child, you can only love me the most. If you shift your love to the child, then we might as well not have a child at all."