Chapter 505: 176. Is it really okay for the husband to have such a good relationship with his mother?_2
The small gold watch on her slender wrist gleamed conspicuously against the dim sky. Fujiwara Reya neither looked at nor listened to anything, quietly closing his eyes... The last image imprinted in his vision was Mrs. Kasahara’s childishly innocent smile.
The wind after the rain was chilling cold.
The wide, withered leaves were blown by the wind, adhering to the tree trunks.
The sky grew slightly darker.
In front of the shrine’s torii gate, a jet-black motorcycle came to a stop.
Kasahara Fumi, dressed in leather and high heels, parked her bike, hung her helmet on the handlebar, and walked through the torii. The rain had almost stopped, but trees still dripped tiny transparent water droplets onto the path. Her orange long hair, swaying with the wind, was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The policewoman’s graceful legs treaded lightly on the moist stone path.
Walking past the courtyard path, Kasahara Fumi saw Fujiwara Reya’s mother sitting cross-legged on the veranda in front of the main hall. One was wearing a white kariginu, with a tied sash, exuding an ethereal aura; the other wore a vibrant summer kimono, with an elegant hairdo and a seductively intricate makeup.
She slowed her pace slightly.
On her mother, the kimono sash and outer robe were a bit untidy, the sideburns slightly damp.
She hadn’t approached yet, but the luxurious scent of her mother’s perfume wafted over. On her knees lay an ancient book, which she approached close to her eyes and began reading with moving lips. It was unclear what she was reading, occasionally sweeping a loose hair at the back of her head like brushing away a cobweb. Accompanying her, Fujiwara Reya occasionally glanced at her with a "cough".
Between them floated a stable and serene warmth, like the borderless night.
It felt strange... Kasahara Fumi couldn’t help but wonder in her heart, was there really no problem with her husband and her mother’s excellent relationship?
"Fumi’s watching..."
"I know!"
"Good thing I noticed early, otherwise..."
Mrs. Kasahara pinched Fujiwara Reya’s waist and scolded, "Stop talking." Then she raised her hand and greeted Kasahara Fumi, "Come over quickly, Fujiwara made something for you to eat."
Only then did Kasahara Fumi notice the exquisite dishes laid out before them.
"Knowing you have a big appetite, I haven’t eaten much, so come quickly." Fujiwara Reya greeted with a smile as well.
At this moment, his eyes emitted a slightly weary enthusiasm.
Compared to when they first met, he had now become more composed and gentle... Kasahara Fumi deeply realized that the personality of this young man in front of her was complex like a captivating kaleidoscope.
After stepping onto the veranda, she sat beside her mother.
She slowly consumed all the remaining food into her stomach. Her hair glistened with scattered droplets, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. In the dim light, under the black latex suit, her breasts prominently protruded.
How to describe it...
Kasahara Fumi was naturally stunningly beautiful.
Her orange hair fluttered, her pupils clear like morning dew, and under the enwrapment of the black latex suit, her slender waist swayed like a willow branch in the dark... Fujiwara Reya was willing to call her, in latex and high heels, the goddess of the night.
"What are Mother and Fujiwara doing?" suddenly asked Kasahara Fumi.
"I and her... Oh right!" Fujiwara Reya suddenly slapped his forehead, "Are you going on stakeout again tonight?"
Kasahara Fumi turned her face and fixed her gaze on him.
That look was a reprimand not to change the subject.
"Not telling you." Fujiwara Reya shrugged, seemingly bored, feeling a secret delight.
"Mother?" Kasahara Fumi glanced back at Mrs. Kasahara.
Mrs. Kasahara was holding her phone, seemingly playing something amusing, her smile cheerful.
"Mother?" Kasahara Fumi raised her voice.
"Ah, sorry..." Mrs. Kasahara quickly put away her phone, her face slightly flushed with rosy warmth, "I was boasting to Yako about what I just did with Mr. Fujiwara and didn’t hear you..."
Fujiwara Reya jumped up at once: "What did you say——"
"I said, I was showing off to Yako!" Mrs. Kasahara’s smile carried the mature charm of a woman, like a gentle breeze, enchanting.
"What on earth was it?" Kasahara Fumi grew increasingly perplexed.
"Oh, nothing, just Yako praised Mr. Fujiwara a bit," Mrs. Kasahara’s smile lingered at the corners of her mouth, "I said he has keen eyes, a great physique, muscles well-balanced and firm."
Sweat started to bead on Fujiwara Reya’s forehead.
Chairman Kasahara had this compelling mouth; the only issue was that he always said things beyond his control.
Kasahara Fumi wanted to speak more but was interrupted by Mrs. Kasahara. She playfully folded the hem of her kimono, lifted her head, and the sheen of tiny hairs on her cheeks was faintly visible: "Fumi, are you taking Mr. Fujiwara out again tonight?"
"Yes."
"Spending every night together, why is the relationship still stagnant?"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi did not respond.
"Sorry, this child has never been good at communication since young." Mrs. Kasahara assumed a mother-in-law’s stance, mediating between and speaking to Fujiwara Reya, "You are her husband now, so you should be more forgiving. Ideally, you can gently influence her, gradually teaching her to express her feelings and to love."
"I’ve been doing that all along, but there hasn’t been any progress yet," Fujiwara Reya replied, "Fumi’s emotional shell is quite hard, keeping many emotions intact inside."
"Emotional shell?" Kasahara Fumi turned her head to look at him.
"Of course, like a walnut’s shell being hard. Everyone’s feelings are encapsulated with a shell, with varying degrees. If interested, it’s easy to discover as much as desired. Hey, once this matter’s busy time is over, why not move here to live together, cook, read books. I’m sure it would transform you and make you shine brilliantly."