Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 557 Knee Pillow and Melody

After the meal, Fujiwara's mood did not calm down. The warmth of dinner was instantly replaced by the worries that followed. He lay in the bathtub, trying to dispel the stress in his heart with the warmth of the water, but it had little effect.

After taking a shower, Fujiwara looked a little disappointed. He dried his body instantly with ripples and changed his clothes, but the wetness in his heart seemed difficult to dispel. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling, repeating in his mind the choices and challenges he was about to face.

Mary noticed Fujiwara's uneasiness and decided to take an indirect approach to understand his concerns. She walked to the sofa and sat down, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes did not fall on the pages.

"There's something wrong with you, is it because of what happened tomorrow?" Mary asked, her voice softer than usual.

Mary's character prevents her from showing too much emotion, but her actions and occasional concern are enough to show that she regards Fujiwara as more than an ordinary friend.

Fujiwara smiled, but didn't say anything. He leaned silently on the sofa and was instantly discouraged and then calmed down.

To be precise, he was worried that Belmode had noticed him for some reason, or that he had left an unusual influence on her the last time he was on the Isabel, or that he was becoming more and more famous and becoming the most popular person at the moment. A best-selling novelist that the organization wanted to recruit to make money for them.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara couldn't help but laugh, and quickly denied this conjecture. After all, to make money, it would be better to run a large enterprise casually, and there would be billions of scientific research funds.
  His thoughts drifted back to the unexpected encounter with Belmod. That woman's eyes were cold and deep, as if they could penetrate everything. Fujiwara smiled suggestively, trying to ease the tension in his heart with humor. He knows that he is just an ordinary person, and in the eyes of those big shots, he is just a pawn on the chessboard.

However, with the sales of his works, his name began to appear frequently in the public eye. Will this arouse the interest of the mysterious organization? He couldn't help laughing at himself, how could a novelist become the target of those behind the scenes?

It would be ridiculous, he thought, to be noticed for his talent. Would an organization that could control the economic lifeline and easily affect national security care about a novelist like him? If they really want to make money, there are countless ways to do it that don't require a novelist.

Fujiwara was afraid that he would become more confused as he thought about it, so he turned to look at Ms. Mary who was pretending to read a book, as if she wanted to talk to him about something.

Mary turned a page of the book lightly, but the page was not read at all. Her eyes fell on Fujiwara's face, searching for the anxiety in his eyes. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, trying to ease the tension in the air with a gentle tone.

Their eyes met, Mary patted her thigh with a half-smile, and invited Fujiwara to lie down on her thigh.

After a slight hesitation, Fujiwara followed suit and lay on the sofa with Mary's legs in his arms.

Mary's movements were gentle, and the warmth of her palms passed through Fujiwara's hair, bringing him a rare sense of warmth and peace of mind. Her fingertips touched his scalp lightly, rubbing it carefully, as if she could feel his tension and try to diffuse it little by little.

Fujiwara lay on the soft cushion with his head resting on Mary's lap. He stiffened for a moment, but with the light body temperature and rhythmic massage from Mary's hands, the tense expression on his face gradually eased. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax into Mary's soothing movements.

Under Mary's touch, Fujiwara's breathing became more even, and the muscles in his shoulders and cheeks slowly relaxed.

Fujiwara felt like crying. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or other reasons. Fujiwara was enjoying the experience at the moment. He quietly opened his eyes and looked at Mary, and found that she was not looking at him, but was staring at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

"You know, I came here this time to confirm something." Mary's voice was low, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

"Um?" Fujiwara turned his head with a questioning look in his eyes. His expression was a little relaxed because Mary's topic diverted his attention.

Mary took a deep breath and continued, "Originally the popular player Haneda Hideyoshi this time is very similar to a person I know. Since I lost my memory, this is the second time I have felt like this. The first time was because of the last time Shuichi Akai."

Her words were like gentle ripples, spreading slowly in the quiet night. Her eyes softened, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes looked light and gentle under the faint moonlight.

When Fujiwara heard that Mary's memory had returned, he couldn't help but smile sincerely, feeling happy for her. But there was also a bit of worry in the smile. He was worried that Mary, whose memory had been restored, would directly contact Shuichi Akai, thus involving himself in a more complicated situation.

Although Fujiwara had mixed emotions in his heart, he still said softly: "That's really good news. It's a pity that he didn't come to the finals. He gave up in the semi-finals."

Mary's fingers gently caressed the edges of the pages, her movements seeming unconscious. There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, and her concern came from a maternal instinct.

"Some things are destined." She continued, her tone slightly philosophical, "I should be able to find some answers this time."

Fujiwara's brows raised slightly, and he felt the deep meaning in Mary's words. He knew that Mary's past was an important part of her, and it would undoubtedly be a happy thing for her if she could recover the lost memory fragments.

"Then do you want to stay with me for a few more days, and I will take you to find Haneda Hideyoshi."

"No need, don't you have something to do? It's very inconvenient for you to stay, so I'd better go back first."

"Okay, let's look for Haneda Hideyoshi together after I go back."

"Uh-huh."

Fujiwara understood Mary's thoughts, so he said nothing and continued to enjoy the warmth from the roots of his hair, closing his eyes.

The atmosphere in the living room was immersed in a light warmth, with only Mary's low humming and the sound of the night wind outside permeating the room. There is a hint of inadvertent trembling in her singing voice, as if the tenderness in her heart quietly pours out from a silent place.

Fujiwara lay gently on Mary's lap, his facial expression became more relaxed, and with the inadvertent singing, his mood gradually calmed down. Mary's humming had no specific lyrics, just a casual melody, but there was a wonderful soothing power in this casualness.

"You're not going to sleep, are you?"

"No, you continue."

With Mary's soft melody, every corner of the living room seemed to be filled with warmth. Mary's fingers were still caressing Fujiwara's hair back and forth, and every movement seemed so natural and harmonious. Her humming, her movements, and her occasional slight changes in posture all tell Fujiwara that although there are many uncertainties and uneasiness in the outside world, in this small space, he is cared for.
  (End of this chapter)