My daily life in love is too contrary to my character.

It can be better, but it doesn't matter if it can't.

"Pretend to be something?" Shiraishi Zexiu did not understand this sentence.

“I’m sitting here at the church entrance waiting. There are a few gossipy foreign women and their daughters who keep commenting everywhere.”

My actual relationship with them isn't very good. They just brought up me when they saw I was leaving...

"Fox, you can't make the mission harder for me just because I like you." After roughly understanding the situation—Chiyo wanted some nicer scenery—Shiraishi Sawa replied.

"You like me?"

"I like you."

"You just finished with another woman, and now you're saying 'I like you' here?"

"If you need, I can tell you 'I like you' in person later."

"It's necessary, but don't change the subject. Do you think this is reasonable?"

"unreasonable."

"I'm shameless." Shiraishi Sawa's prediction made Ichiyo delete the message she had typed.

What did you bring with you?

"A taxi, a Toyota, doesn't that look impressive!"

"This one will do," the other person replied quickly.

“That won’t do. They’ll laugh at you behind your back,” Shiraishi Sawa said, offering an unexpected reply.

"As I just said, it doesn't matter. What they do won't affect me. It's just that dealing with them was a bit annoying. You know, I don't really care about these things."

After all, I like you too, and I won't make things difficult for you.

"I need to say it again later."

"I get annoyed when I see you, and I can't bring myself to say it."

"Luckily, I can keep looking at the chat history."

The other party has already retracted a message.

"Idiot, I already took a screenshot when I said that."

......

"Driver, let's change our destination. The fare will be calculated as before," Shiraishi Zexiu said to the driver after ending their conversation.

Just because she said it's okay doesn't mean she can do whatever she wants.

Moreover, no girl would want this scene to be ordinary and unrelated to foreign women.

Chapter 268 A White Christmas, Warmth Remains in the Heart

"Chiyo, hasn't your friend arrived yet?" A middle-aged woman with naturally blonde hair draped over her shoulders asked, looking at the empty doorway.

Her distinct facial features, deep-set eyes, and overly high nose bridge told everyone that she was not Asian.

"He'll be here soon, he's in a taxi." Chiyo said dismissively, her interest in chatting with them wane, but she still mentioned the 'taxi' thing beforehand.

She didn't want these people to look at Shiraishi Zexiu with disappointment when the time came.

I don't understand why my mother won't let me leave alone.

The driver said he could accept it if I needed it, but he wouldn't let me take a taxi. Even if it was for safety reasons, wouldn't it have been better to just take a taxi driven by a female driver?

"Taxi..." The women started chatting again, their conversation revolving around the people who were coming, while Chiyo had no interest in participating and waited listlessly.

--

The conversation stopped as the sounds of an argument in the distance drew their attention.

Because the people attending this church today are of very high rank, and if something happens, the impact could escalate to the national level, security here is extremely tight, even more so than at the banquet at a villa.

It seemed the argument had reached a conclusion, as the boy who got out of the driver's seat of the white sedan, carrying a large bouquet of roses, walked over.

His eye-catching bangs swayed wildly in the winter night wind, and the falling snowflakes added a few streaks of white to his body, but only made him look more elegant.

With a bright and charming smile on his face, his steps were confident and steady. The front of his trench coat was deliberately left unbuttoned, and with each step, the coat billowed backward like a charging knight.

He walked step by step toward the church entrance, like a god descending to earth, like Cupid unleashing a barrage of arrows.

Completely ignoring the foreign women who were covering their mouths and staring at each other with infatuation, Shiraishi Sawah only looked at Chiyo with a smile after a moment of surprise, then walked up to her and held the flower to her chest.

"Merry Christmas, Chiyo. May I accept my flowers?"

Once Chiyo held the flowers in her hands, Shiraishizawa Hide finally turned his gaze to the others present and introduced himself in impeccable British English:

"Hello, my name is Shiraishi Sawa Hide. It's nice to meet you. Merry Christmas."

With a light touch to his chest and a slight bend at the waist, he is a charming young nobleman even without a tuxedo.

"Hello," the older woman recovered quickly, introduced everyone in Japanese, and then asked, "Shiraishi-kun, what is your relationship with Chiyo? Are you a couple?"

Shiraishi Sawa looked at Ichiyo Ichiriki, who gave him a half-smile, said nothing, and then turned her gaze back to the bouquet of roses in her hand.

Feel free to improvise.

“No,” Shiraishi Sawah shook his head in denial, and before his female companion could frown, he continued, “I haven’t won Chiyo’s heart yet. I’m just an ordinary suitor of hers. But I think it’s possible to take things a step further today.”

“Oh, I see. Shiraishi-kun, you’re completely different from what we imagined. Chiyo even said you would come by taxi,” the lady said.

"Chiyo said that to me again? Well, that was my original plan, but for the sake of my pride, I had no choice but to rent a car. It cost a lot of money, and now I'm actually feeling the pinch."

With a gentle curve to his lips, a calm tone, and no trace of embarrassment on his face, everyone present came to the same conclusion: a lie, no, an elegant joke.

Even though I knew that what he said might be true, my first reaction was still the same.

"Mr. Shiraishi, you're really funny."

Shiraishi Sawa smiled and bowed slightly, not intending to speak to them anymore, and looked at Ichiyo Ichiriki.

She was wearing a beige V-neck thin sweater, but her collarbones were not visible; all that could be seen was a pure white cotton shirt underneath.

The bouquet of roses alone completely concealed her slender waist. It's hard to imagine how much effort it must have taken for such a waist to support that perfect curve.

She wore a light blue long skirt, which completely concealed her stunning beauty. To complement the skirt, she also wore blue high heels.

Her long, straight black hair, reaching her waist, was blown by the evening breeze of Tokyo Bay on Christmas Eve, which seemed to yearn to embrace her. It clung to her snow-white cheeks, making her look charming and graceful, like a willow in the wind or a lotus in the rain.

It will be cold.

Before judging whether it looked good or not, Shiraishi Sawa thought this subconsciously.

The trench coat was draped from Shiraishi Sawa to the girl's shoulders. Shiraishi Sawa moved the bouquet of roses aside and helped her button up her shirt.

Despite it being an act of usurpation, Chiyo appeared delighted and allowed him to do as he pleased.

"Miss Chiyo, may I invite you to spend the rest of the day with me for Christmas?" He held out his hand, palm up, in front of her.

"Okay." She reached out her hand and let him take it.

Amidst the envy of foreign girls and even women, the two walked towards the car that was being kept at a distance by security.

Nao Ichijin, watching the live broadcast on her phone inside the church, nodded in satisfaction and returned to her husband's side.

"If it's out of ten, I'd say nine."

--

"How is it? Is it up to standard?"

He first opened the passenger door for Chiyo and helped her get in. Shiraishizawa then sat in the driver's seat, raised his eyebrows, and said smugly.

That elegant demeanor seemed to have never appeared on him before.

"Take your pride to heart, but I must say, you deserve praise; you really nailed the act," Chiyo said, looking at him with a disgruntled expression.

“You might not believe it, but I’m not faking it; it’s all true,” Shiraishi Zexiu said.

"I believe you." Chiyo's face showed no mockery as she placed the bouquet on the back seat of the car and said calmly.

"You can drive?" Chiyo asked curiously as she watched Shiraishi Sawa skillfully start the car and prepare to make a U-turn.

So Shiraishi Sawahide repeated the same excuse he had given Kuramochi Mika, and then looked at Ichiyo Ichiyori with 'resentment'.

"What's wrong?" Chiyo asked.

"Why didn't you tell me that cars can't drive in? If I had known, I would have just bought some flowers and taken a taxi."

Chiyo's laughter was so pleasant that it surpassed all the music playing in the car, so Shiraishi Sawah paused the music.

Didn't I tell you you can just take a taxi?

"Isn't it said that when girls say 'This is fine,' it's always an antonym? I'm thinking of getting a better car."

"The flowers are nice, but the car doesn't really matter." Chiyo rolled her eyes at him.

"Damn it, you should have said so earlier. I don't even know what kind of car this is. I went to the car rental shop and asked if they had any understated luxury cars, definitely not the kind that look like something a nouveau riche would wear."

They told me this Acura was pretty good, so I rented it for 50,000 yen a day! That should cover my expenses for a long time! They charged me 1.6 million yen just for the deposit!

I'm completely broke right now, so you're paying for tonight's meals.

Shiraishi Sawah shook his head and sighed, his tone very clear, but if you looked closely, his eyes showed a completely indifferent expression.

"Don't be polite with me, spend my money freely. By the way, do you have a driver's license? Don't make me have to send someone to the police station to pick you up on Christmas Eve."

"Yes, it was in the inside pocket of your trench coat. I took it home specifically, and I even sprayed perfume on it and did a quick haircut, but it all disappeared as soon as the wind blew it away. How annoying!"

"You're quite the hidden talent, baby dog. You're already a grown dog. Did the Kuramochi family help you with this?" Chiyo Ichii pulled out the card and looked at Shiraishi Sawa Hide on it—eighteen years old.

"Yes, we can do lewd things now."

"Just say 'I like you,' and maybe that's all it takes to do it."

"I like you."

"Just kidding."

"I like you even if you lie to me, but in my eyes you've become a bad woman."

"Are you any worse than me?" Leaning against the car window, letting the seatbelt accentuate the curves of her body, Chiyo looked at Shiraishi Sawa through the rearview mirror of the car in front.

"No, I'm the worst in the world."