Chapter 1813: The Mistress of Tai Yu Corporation (1)
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fujiwara did not expect that Lan Xiu to come. When the car entered the Cloud Residence, Fujiwara was a little surprised when he saw the car parked next to the door.
“Master, you’re back! Master Lan Xiu has been waiting in the living room for a long time!”
Fujiwara’s car had just stopped when Matsuda came up to welcome him.
Fujiwara got out of the car without saying a word and threw the car keys in his hand at Matsuda. Matsuda caught them very quickly, and Fujiwara also walked towards the Cloud Residence swiftly.
In the living room, Lan Xiu was sitting on the sofa, and a servant had brewed tea for him.
At this moment, Lan Xiu was also flipping through a magazine in his hand while waiting for Fujiwara.
The last rays of the setting sun had already disappeared into the horizon. The world was immersed in a vast expanse of gray, and everything was silent. It was as if the entire Cloud Residence had been frozen at this moment.
When Fujiwara walked in, Lan Xiu did not notice it either. It was not until he walked to the sofa that the servant noticed him. Just as she was about to greet him, Fujiwara waved his hand and motioned for her to leave.
The servant bowed very respectfully and then quietly left.
Lan Xiu was very engrossed in reading. Those magazines were all about antique paintings. Dongfang Liuyun had always liked to read magazines. Of course, Fujiwara was the same.
Although Fujiwara himself was j.a.panese, he had Chinese blood in him. He was very interested in Chinese culture, especially cultural heritage, this was one of the reasons why he had such a tacit understanding with Dongfang Liuyun back then.
Fujiwara never changed this habit.
On a certain level, one could say that many of Dongfang Liuyun’s habits and interests were also because of Fujiwara.
For example, his superb swordsmanship, billiards, and his research and love for antique paintings. There were too many common interests that had merged into his life. Many times, when he saw Fujiwara, Lan Xiu would also realize that on him, he saw Dongfang Liuyun’s shadow.
It was precisely because he understood everything between the two of them that Lan Xiu understood even more deeply that Dongfang Liuyun was not someone who could easily walk out, even if she thought that she did not care that much, however, Lan Xiu still believed in his own intuition.
Fujiwara was her destiny, or Qi Lei was her destiny. He could not explain it clearly now, but when Dongfang Liuyun and Fujiwara separated back then, he did not pursue Dongfang Liuyun. Instead, he quietly stayed by her side. One of the reasons was also because…
A familiar and wild scent a.s.saulted him. Lan Xiu finally noticed the person who stopped beside him. He did not immediately turn to look at him. Instead, he silently flipped a page of the magazine in his hand, and his low voice traveled over—
“I didn’t expect that you would still like these things. Liuyun is the same. Even after being separated for so many years, I still feel that the two of you are inextricably linked, makes me…”
Lan Xiu did not continue. He just took a deep breath and slowly closed the magazine in his hand.
Fujiwara’s pitch-black eyes flickered for a moment, and there were some faint ripples. However, after a moment, they darkened and returned to their usual calm and indifferent state.
“What does this mean?”
Fujiwara replied indifferently. His tall and straight body crossed over and sat down opposite Lan Xiu. He poured himself a cup of tea and took two sips. “Why are you here?”
Lan Xiu put down the magazine in his hand and turned to look at him. He quickly caught the gloominess in his eyes.
“Have you seen Liuyun?”
Lan Xiu asked in a low voice.
Fujiwara listened and lowered his eyes. “It would be great if I could see her.”
He had been there twice, but he had not met her once. She would not pick up his call either. He knew her too well.
“She knows that she’d need to meet you sooner or later. Perhaps she doesn’t feel prepared yet. Ah Ye, every misfortune is a test from the heavens, and you won’t be so lucky every time.”
Lan Xiu thought about it and said so.
“Are you trying to persuade me to give up?”
As soon as Lan Xiu said this, Fujiwara shot him a cold look. “You know very well why I came back to City Z this time.”
“Don’t forget your background. Can you guarantee that the Fujiwara family will accept her calmly? She’s already Qi Lei’s woman now.”
Lan Xiu calmly stated this fact.
“I don’t care about them! The Fujiwara family isn’t in charge right now. I don’t think they can stop me from doing anything.” Fujiwara said coldly.
At this moment, Fujiwara surprised Lan Xiu—
Compared to a few years ago, Fujiwara had changed too much.
In the past, even if he was cold, he would not be as gloomy as he was now. Compared to before, he seemed more unfathomable and ruthless.
Lan Xiu was stunned for a moment. He seemed to understand his feelings. After some thought, he said, “Liuyun said that she’s very satisfied with her current life. At least, she’s happier than before.”
“She’ll be happier with me.”
Fujiwara did not even think about it before he responded. His hand that was holding onto the cup tightened as well—
“It’s fated between her and me, Lan Xiu.”
When he said that, Lan Xiu paused for a moment. He silently raised his gaze to look at Fujiwara. Finally, he could only nod, “I have deep feelings for her, I know. However, I hope that you won’t hurt her. Can you agree to this request of mine? No matter what, don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her, including your people, don’t hurt her! This is my bottom line.”
“You’re not the only one who cares about her.”
Fujiwara replied and finished the tea in his cup in one gulp, “Over the past few years, I’ve cleared almost all the obstacles. My father and I are like fire and water. In front of the Fujiwara family’s interests, he’s naturally willing to sacrifice me, his son. He couldn’t afford to lose in the past, but now he’s willing to lose everything.”
“Losing everything doesn’t necessarily mean anything to her. I know about the agreement between you and Elder Madam Dongfang, but Liuyun’s matters are now up to her. Qi Lei has long made a betrothal with Uncle Dongfang and the others. No matter what point you’re starting from, your appearance now has caused her trouble.”
Fujiwara listened and did not answer. Only an indifferent sneer appeared on his lips.
“Alright, I know you don’t want to hear this, so I won’t continue. You decide for yourself.”
Lan Xiu did not want to continue, lest he hurt their friendship.
“It’s about time for dinner. Have dinner with me.”
Fujiwara also tacitly eased up and said in a low voice.
Lan Xiu hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.