The Most Loving Marriage In History

It was a sharp and understated knife. The handle of the knife was simply wrapped with a dark cloth.

Fujiwara was currently looking down at the knife in his hand. He was carefully wiping it as if he was protecting a treasure that he loved the most.

There was still freshly boiled water on the coffee table beside him. The rising steam made him look a little hazy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Then, the door was pulled open, and a thin and tall gray figure was quickly seen.

It was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He looked like a personal assistant.

“Master!”

The man quickly stopped in front of the coffee table and bowed respectfully to Fujiwara. Then, he knelt on the tatami beside him and skillfully took out tea leaves to make tea.

After a while, the study room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

“Master, Master Lan Xiu hasn’t picked up the phone yet. I think…”

The man carefully looked at the silent Fujiwara and tentatively said, “Maybe it’s Master Lan Xiu…”

“He’s avoiding my call. Since he doesn’t want to pick up, there’s no need to call anymore. I’ll find out what’s going on over there when I get there.”

A calm tone was heard, and the voice was a little deep and hoarse. That tone of voice seemed to make people feel a faint hint of depressed tone, or perhaps, stifled?

Of course, both of them spoke very authentic Japanese.

“Master, your injuries haven’t recovered yet. Why don’t you rest for a while before going over? Master won’t be at ease with you going over like this. Besides, Miss Riko is still here. Why don’t we wait for the Inoue family members to return first? It Won’t be too late for us to go over.”

The man carefully sought Fujiwara’s opinion.

“That’s Father’s own matter. The Inoue clan’s members were provoked by him.”

Fujiwara said indifferently, throwing down the white handkerchief in his hand, and taking a sip of the tea that had been brewed at the side. He then stood up, tightly holding the knife that had just been wiped, he hacked at the wooden stake not far from the wall.

A sharp ray of light flashed past, and even though there was a large area of air between them, they could still feel the cold, sharp air from the knife that pressed towards them. A chilling feeling assaulted them, and the man could not help but be startled for a moment, subconsciously shrinking his body.

‘Bam!’

‘Pa!’

A few sharp sounds of things split open rang out. In the blink of an eye, the row of wooden stakes that had been in perfect condition just a moment ago had already been turned into fragments in an instant, and the flecks of dust that rose into the air stained the corner of his clothes, it looked rather messy and somber.

The man did not dare to say anything as he watched. He just quietly watched the scattered dust on the ground. It was only when the intertwined blade shadows and cold light stopped that he took a deep breath and walked forward with a clean white handkerchief, he handed it to Fujiwara.

Fujiwara took it and wiped the blade briefly. Then, he strode towards the knife rack at the side and silently put away the sharp blade.

“Master, Miss Riko’s dance tonight…”

“Matsuda, I don’t know when your awareness has become so low. What does her dance have to do with me? Why isn’t there any news about what I asked you to do? Have you gone back to your ability to do things?”

Fujiwara’s hoarse voice carried a hint of displeasure and coldness.

“I’m sorry, Master! I’m Sorry!”

Matsuda hurriedly bowed and apologized, “We’re far away in Japan, so the situation there isn’t clear to begin with. Moreover, I noticed that the news about Miss Dongfang in City Z seemed to have been suppressed. Clearly, someone did it on purpose. I think it’s to guard against us. Perhaps, it’s because Miss Dongfang herself doesn’t want us to know about her…”

Matsuda’s words caused Fujiwara’s cold and handsome face to turn even gloomier. He tightened his grip on the knife. Matsuda could feel his hand, which was holding the knife tightly, trembling slightly. His eyes instantly turned dark and lifeless.

He turned to look at the faint setting sun outside the window. He blinked his profound eyes and took a deep breath. Matsuda could also see that his face had turned somewhat pale. From afar, he could also feel the pain gathering on his body.

“She can only be mine. This time, I’ll tie her to my side and even if it makes her hate me more, I’ll do whatever it takes. It’s better than making me suffer alone.”

He had never seen a woman as heartless and cold as her, Dongfang Liuyun. He owed her, but they were destined to owe each other. She had to pay for it herself, and he would pay for it too.

“Master, but we can’t do whatever we want with this matter. I’m afraid that Miss Dongfang…”

Matsuda also looked at Fujiwara worriedly, his heart filled with heartache—

After suffering for so many years, both of them were in so much pain, especially their Master. Ever since that incident, he had woken up from nightmares almost every day. Every time he had nightmares, he would wake up screaming Dongfang Liuyun’s name.

He knew very well that his Master must have dreamt that Miss Dongfang had left him.

These past few years, Fujiwara did not have a good life at all. He had also lost a lot of weight. After a long period of time, he was almost dispirited. Every day, he would busy himself with work. Of course, his temper was much worse, his methods were extremely cruel. After his family mercilessly went through a huge purge, he had secured his position as the absolute successor of the Fujiwara family.

“It’s not up to her. I’ve settled the family’s matters. I’d like to see who else dares to oppose me.”

“But, on Elder Master’s side…,” Matsuda spoke hesitantly.

Hearing this, a disdainful sneer appeared on Fujiwara’s gloomy face, “If he really likes Inoue Riko, he can marry her himself. Anyway, I don’t mind him having another mistress. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be difficult to cripple a woman.”

As he said this, a cold glint flashed across Fujiwara’s dark eyes. It was as if the black cloth covering his chest had been torn off in an instant, revealing his hideous heart.

Matsuda’s heart froze when he heard this. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air and hurriedly said, “Master, don’t be rash. Miss Riko is the precious jewel of the Inoue family. If anything happens to her here, the Inoue family will definitely not let this matter rest.”

“Then tell her to quickly scram back to her territory.”

Fujiwara said this expressionlessly as he put down the knife in his hand and coldly turned around to walk towards the door.

When Matsuda came back to his senses, he could only catch a glimpse of that cold back view…