novelraw Chapter 2269 - 1443: My Lord_2
Chapter 2269 - 1443: My Lord_2
Thus, he drank his wine and shifted the topic.
Miss Fujiwara indeed has not only a man but also a fiancé.
But her strength lies in the fact that, in the face of such a "disheartening" topic, other women would either dodge or throw a tantrum, yet she still gazes sincerely and passionately at Jiang Chen.
"In my heart, nothing and no one is more important than Jiang Sang."
What a heartfelt confession.
Is there even a trace of embarrassment?
Why feel ashamed.
Traveling across the seas to see you, in reality, is more often just a lyric, but she made it a reality, how many women in the world have this courage?
No more talk of women.
Even among men, such bravery is rare.
This is clearly a touching story of risking it all for love.
Don’t ruin the atmosphere.
At this moment, definitely don’t immerse in the perspective of Prince His Highness.
The world needs truth, goodness, and beauty.
When something has two sides, we should look at its positive and constructive side.
"Could you say something like that to Wataru Tetsuya?"
Someone is not very romantic or perhaps seeking deeper and more intense stimulation.
Maybe it’s like drug addiction.
If the taboo has been pierced, the deeper it is pierced, the stronger the thrill.
"How does Jiang Sang know I haven’t already said it."
Fujiwara Reiki understands implicitly, her gaze seemingly able to draw one’s soul from within, her cheeks flushed with a tipsy red, resembling the most enchanting rouge in this world.
Like a seductive serpent, she slithers closer, her warm breath on Jiang Chen’s face, "Does Jiang Sang remember that time at the Imperial Palace? How about I arrange for Wataru Tetsuya to stand guard outside for us someday..."
Even Jiang Chen, who was among the first to be selected for the Young Pioneers, couldn’t help but swallow at that moment.
Fujiwara Reiki saw it, giggled, her laughter like a magical sound, penetrating the skin, seeping into the blood, and infiltrating the soul.
"Is Jiang Sang moved? Actions speak louder than words—"
She’s strong enough to play this role with someone, and Jiang Chen is not much less skilled.
Jiang Chen kept his composure, speaking casually.
"You’re really audacious."
Whether audaciousness is an insult or a compliment to a woman isn’t just a matter of materialism, but involves idealism.
Different people have different perceptions.
To Fujiwara Reiki, it’s definitely not criticism; she leaned against Boss Jiang, her legs unknowingly crossed, the upper leg swaying, occasionally brushing against Jiang Chen’s pant leg.
"Jiang Sang just found out?"
Her rejoinder was like a buzzer-beating knockout, completely extinguishing Jiang Chen’s hope of a turnaround. Jiang Chen was speechless, raising his glass in silence.
Fujiwara Reiki knew when to stop; being overly "strong" isn’t beneficial, though, in bed, the effect is different.
"I heard this place used to belong to Lan Peizhi, and Jiang Sang made it flourish after inheriting it."
"Just heard?"
"Jiang Sang～"
Fujiwara Reiki pouted, "I’ve been away from Shen Zhou for a long time."
Hmm.
Luckily, her focus is almost entirely in Japan now, or Kyoto matters would surely reach her ears.
"How long do you plan to stay?"
The reason given was so justified, it was impossible to refuse.
"How long does Jiang Sang want me to stay?"
What if even a night feels too long?
"Your brother has made connections with the Anglo-Saxons, and the US Army on the island is constantly moving, so it’s unsuitable for you to stay out long. Japan still needs you to oversee the situation."
Persuasion by reason, who can’t do it.
"I am aware. Fujiwara Takuya, that guy, deserves to have Fujihara bloodline; he won’t give up struggling as long as there’s the slightest hope."
When speaking of her brother, who is now the thirteenth generation clan leader of the Fujiwara Family, Fujiwara Reiki’s words seemed praising, but her eyebrows betrayed disdain. She took a sip of wine, "Don’t worry, Jiang Sang. Fujiwara Takuya won’t make big waves, but those US soldiers are indeed annoying. Jiang Sang’s idea to restart the trilateral free trade agreement is very clever, and I wholeheartedly agree. This way, we can be closer, but the Anglo-Saxons will surely create trouble."
Using strength against strength.
If one’s own strength is insufficient to resist, then one must find a stronger ally.
Especially for Fujiwara Reiki.
She’s already marked with a strong red label, leaving her no choice but to fully lean eastward, which she can and must do.
Though she was "ruling behind the curtain" in the Fujihara Family, officially overseeing the Dual Development Committee in Japan, directing Jiangshan, the undercurrents beneath the throne have never stopped surging, and are becoming turbulent again.
Her rapid flight to Shen Zhou this time might be because of longing, perhaps not only for longing.
Unable to trust even family and raised in fear, such a person lacks a certain emotion all their life.
—A sense of security.
"Whether they oppose or support, it’s their business. Whether to restart the free trade agreement, eliminate trade barriers, and promote regional integration to inject new momentum into the tripartite economic development is our business. Others can have opinions but have no right to interfere."
This is seriously upright and noble!
Even Fujiwara Reiki would be intimidated.
Indeed, Fujiwara Miss was intimidated as she uttered "Hmm," nodded, and said, "Well, talking such things with me is a waste, but I will bring Jiang Sang’s speech spirit back to Japan."
If there were only one spot to join the party, she would undoubtedly be more suitable than Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen drank silently, emotions gradually calming.
Objectively speaking.
What reason does he have to be harsh on her? Though she’s here for him, to break free from fate’s shackles, she has, in fact, provided him tremendous support, and this cannot be denied.
Her visit to Kyoto this time was at his behest; her eagerness shouldn’t be grounds for venting.
His mentality needs more grooming.
"If you’ve had enough, I’ll send someone to take you back."
Jiang Chen’s tone softened.
She likely didn’t come alone, probably with a delegation.
"I’m here to accompany Jiang Sang to finish these drinks; we should not waste them."
Fujiwara Reiki’s smile was gentle, extraordinarily tender and obedient, making Jiang Chen can’t help but glance at her.
"Is there anything... Jiang Sang wants to say?"
Fluttering eyelashes, in their eye contact, besides the gentle affection, there was a hint of slight anticipation.
But unfortunately, what awaited was silent silence.
Fujiwara Reiki smiled faintly, not disappointed, seemingly finding reconciliation within herself, "Then let me spend as much time as possible with Jiang Sang."
The night will eventually end.
The drinking party will ultimately conclude.
Moreover, not much wine is left.
After half an hour of companionship, the two separated again, separated by mountains, seas, and national borders.
Fujiwara Reiki unexpectedly changed her style, with no entanglements, got up, and didn’t even let Jiang Chen see her off.
"No need to trouble Jiang Sang."
She bent down, whispered in his ear, then left freely towards the outside, like a swaying poppy.
Jiang Chen furrowed his brows slightly, somewhat unaccustomed to her understanding, yet Fujiwara Reiki indeed left, leaving only the lingering fragrance and—
A wine glass with a lipstick mark.
She drank well.
But Jiang Chen seemed to have not drunk enough since he came too late; after Fujiwara Reiki left, he ordered more wine, sitting alone and drinking.
After more than forty minutes passed.
In the chaos of the bustling Apang Palace, Jiang Chen quietly rose, went upstairs, using the intoxication to sleep well.
When he arrived at the door of his exclusive suite, upon opening the door instantly sensing something amiss.
It wasn’t that he discovered anything.
Just an instinct.
He closed the door, walked slowly into the room, reaching the bedroom door, extending his hand to gently push open the door.
At that moment.
He stood rooted to the spot.
The bedside lamp’s soft light poured in.
On the bed.
The otherworldly beauty who left forty minutes ago appeared in his bed, reclining, her long jet-black hair scattered loosely, reading a book.
And most crucially.
Possibly due to summer, she wasn’t covered by a blanket, seemed to have bathed, her attire refreshed, white lace revealing playful lingerie paired with white suspender stockings, the pure and ultimate allure intertwined between her curled legs, her feet wrapped in white silk almost incited the primal desire to bite... Jiang Chen couldn’t help but step back!
"Officer, can we sleep now?"
Sensing her awaited person finally returned, lying down and reading, her gaze shifted from the book, the smile at her lips serene and gentle.