Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 570 The red leaves that are too deeply involved in the drama

As the fashion show came to an end, the event entered a simple and warm thank you session. As the host, Eiko Toraya, her friends and brand representatives came on stage one by one to express their sincere gratitude to all staff and participants. Smiles filled everyone's faces, applause and laughter intertwined in the air, filling a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

The celebration ended quickly, and relaxed chatter could be heard from the crowd. Just when Fujiwara Hoshikai was about to say goodbye, Toraya Eiko walked up to him briskly with a mysterious smile on her face: "Hoshikai, there will be a crazy party later, you can't miss it." After hearing this news , Fujiwara frowned slightly, but he did not refuse, feeling a little curious about this unknown carnival.

Fujiwara Hoshikai and Momiji walked out of the celebration venue at the same time. Toraya Eiko's invitation filled them with more expectations for the party they were about to attend. The laughter in the air seemed to be warming up the night ahead. Fujiwara inadvertently glanced at Chris Wynyard in the corner, who was talking to several guests. There was a hint of speculation in his eyes, and he was silently guessing her intentions.

After waiting in the limousine arranged by Toraya Eiko, Fujiwara and Momiji sat on the soft back seats. The atmosphere in the car was warm and private. Fujiwara turned his head to look at Momiji and was about to ask about the whereabouts of her bodyguard Iori.

Hongye noticed Fujiwara's gaze. She approached him with a faint smile and gently pressed her hand on his shoulder. There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes: "Iori said he believed Fujiwara that you would protect me, so he didn't plan to Come here." Her voice was soft, with an irresistible dependence.

When Fujiwara heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless. He knew his position in Hongye's heart, and he also knew that Iori probably didn't want to be a light bulb, so he didn't come over. At this moment, the car door was suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared. Appeared at the car door.

Chris Wynyard rolled up her skirt elegantly and showed a smile:
  "Sorry to be intrude, but there was a problem with the car over there. May I ride with you?"

(Sorry to bother you, but the car over there has broken down. Can I go with you?)
  Relaxed tone but not impolite
  Hongye's brows furrowed slightly, and she instinctively felt disgusted with this unexpected guest. When she was about to ask Fujiwara to reject this woman, Fujiwara nodded and responded in an easy-going manner: "Of course, it's a party. The more lively the better."

He also wanted to see what Belmode wanted to do.

Chris Wynyard then sat elegantly opposite Fujiwara and Hongye. She looked around the car and then started a relaxed chat:
  “I’ve heard this party is going to be fabulous. By the way, are you two on a date?”

(I heard this party will be great. By the way, are you dating?)

Momiji's fingers were tightly entwined with Fujiwara's, her movements both natural and satisfying, as if this simple touch was enough to satisfy her. Her eyes stayed on Fujiwara's face for a moment, and then moved away slightly, as if she had read all the answers in his eyes. Hongye's confidence is not a display of arrogance, but a light that radiates from the inside out. Needless to say, you can feel her confidence as long as you raise your head and stand tall.

"As long as you can be with someone important, anything counts as a date, right?"

Chrissy Wynyard sat there quietly, her eyes were both deep and unpredictable, and her smile that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts made the atmosphere in the carriage seem to dance to her rhythm. She gently folded her hands and put them on her knees, her posture calm, like a solitary flower, but this flower was covered with poisonous thorns, and a single prick could kill her.
  The person who felt most uncomfortable in the car was probably Fujiwara Hoshikai. He had rehearsed many scenarios of confrontation with Belmod in his mind, but he never thought it would be like this. But it was good, because Hongye still gave him face. However, Fujiwara felt that Momiji was too involved in the play.
  Soon after, a group of people arrived at a luxurious villa in the west of Osaka Castle.

After getting off the car, Chris Wynyard left first. Fujiwara and Hongye waited in the car for a while before getting out of the car and walking into the villa. The light in the villa was soft and warm, and the carefully arranged lights cast a beautiful light in the spacious hall. Dreamy light and shadow. An orchestra stood in the corner of the hall, elegant melodies flowing from their fingers. The guests were either smiling and talking, or swaying gently to the rhythm of the music.

A professional bartender stands behind the bar, making colorful cocktails one after another with skillful and quick skills. His movements were like dancing, every turn and every sway was full of rhythm. The guests gathered around the bar, admiring his skills and making exclamations of admiration from time to time.

The table is filled with exquisite snacks and snacks from all over the world, from intricately decorated desserts to exotic snacks with unique flavors, everything is mouth-watering. The guests enjoyed the pleasure brought by the party while tasting the delicious food.

Momiji stood next to Fujiwara Hoshikai, her eyes were confident and steady, sliding from a lady wearing an exquisite kimono, with every detail revealing nobility, to another wearing expensive jewelry and a designer's custom-made clothing. of socialite. She whispered to Fujiwara: "That is the editor-in-chief of "Kansai Fashion", Kato Mifuyu, who has the resources of many top designers. And the lady with the sapphire necklace is the leader of the music troupe in Kyoto, Her husband is a member of parliament, Mrs. Saionji.”

Fujiwara was deeply impressed by Hongye's insight. He asked Hongye: "It seems that everyone here is not simple. Are you going to say hello to these noble ladies?"

Hongye smiled softly, her eyes full of confidence: "Although most of them are from well-off families, in comparison, they should be the ones who took the initiative to come and chat with me."

There was no trace of arrogance in her voice, just natural confidence in her identity.

Fujiwara smiled helplessly after hearing this, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed right.

There were many beauties at the party, either wearing evening gowns or fashionably dressed, each exuding a different temperament. Seeing Fujiwara, many people showed curious eyes. From time to time, some people came up and tried to strike up a conversation with him, or greeted him softly, or smiled charmingly, trying to attract his attention.

Fujiwara nodded to express his understanding. At the same time, his eyes wandered among the crowd, looking for possible acquaintances or important social partners.

Suddenly, a woman in a silver evening dress walked towards Fujiwara, her smile was gentle and her eyes sparkled with interest. She stretched out her hand and shook hands with Fujiwara gracefully:

“Mr. Furuya, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

(Mr. Fujiwara, I have admired the Daimyo for a long time. I am very happy to meet you in person.)
  Fujiwara responded politely, with respect in his voice:
  "The pleasure is all mine."

(I'd be honored too.)
  (End of this chapter)