I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 243 - 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri_2

Chapter 243: 117. After the tea party, I had a meal at McDonald’s with Sister Fukaeri_2

"These are a pair of teacups that only the Family Head and the householder’s wife can use," Mrs. Hoshimi said with a radiant smile.

"Oh?" Hoshimi Rinko was very surprised.

She had lived in this house for eighteen years and had never heard of such a thing.

The female guests looked at her again.

Fujiwara Reya quietly tugged at Sister Fukaeri’s sleeve, signaling her to remain graceful and not to panic.

"...Mom set me up." Hoshimi Rinko whispered to him, a lovely blush rising on her cheeks.

Seeing her docile yet innocent pitiful look, Fujiwara Reya felt a bit sympathetic, but mostly he wanted to laugh.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked back at the young couple, her voice gentle, "Mr. Fujiwara is handsome, and Rinko is beautiful. As her mother, I’m just announcing their relationship, so I hope certain people here won’t get any wrong ideas."

The room resounded with congratulations.

Kasahara Fumi frowned slightly, her expression somewhat displeased.

Hoshimi Rinko kept her head down, her cheeks flushed.

"Tokyo people love to lie!" Fujiwara Reya said in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"We, mother and daughter, are Kamakura people!" Hoshimi Rinko retorted.

Fujiwara Reya chuckled and asked seriously, "So, Kamakura people don’t like lying?"

Hoshimi Rinko thought for a moment and replied innocently, "Kamakura people do lie, but I’m the exception..."

"What about her?" Fujiwara Reya pointed to a certain spot.

Hoshimi Rinko looked over and saw her mother chatting with a female guest about what names her daughter and Mr. Fujiwara might give their future children.

"She lies too!" Sister Fukaeri said angrily, "Except for me, every Kamakura person lies."

"What if the chairman didn’t lie?" Fujiwara Reya asked curiously.

"Then that would be terrible," Hoshimi Rinko sighed, "If it were true, I’d have to cry in the tea room, and that would be very embarrassing."

"Oh, then cry, it’s alright. As the husband, I can comfort you... Ouch, don’t pinch my waist..."

Sister Fukaeri was pinching Mr. Fujiwara’s waist hard, her pretty face, resembling her mother’s, full of anger. Just when she was about to say something more, her mother called to her.

"Rinko, help mom see the guests off."

"Okay, coming."

Hoshimi Rinko had no choice but to stand up and stand at the tea room entrance with Mrs. Hoshimi to see the guests off.

Fujiwara Reya watched the guests begin to leave, also stood up, put on his shoes, and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, Mrs. Hoshimi extended her hand to him, "See you in the summer break, Mr. Fujiwara, and give me a surprise."

"No problem," Fujiwara Reya shook hands with her and said goodbye.

As for her daughter, she kept her head down, not looking at him. It was unclear whether she was still shy. The black hair tied with a red headband appeared quite beautiful, emitting a faint scent of gardenias.

As he walked out of the tea room, it was still raining.

Raindrops pelted the small pond in the courtyard, creating ripples, while the leaves rustled noisily.

"It’s still raining, and the road is wet, be careful!"

He heard Sister Fukaeri’s voice from behind.

When he turned around, she was tilting her head and waving at him gently.

"Boom——"

A clap of thunder approached from afar.

The graceful girl slightly moved her lips.

"The Thunder God stirs, piercing clouds, and rain descends. Will you stay..."

The ethereal and airy voice carried through the humid air. Like the reverberating sound of rain at midnight, the dark night and wet rain enhanced its ancient tone and charm, allowing it to travel farther.

Fujiwara Reya turned around and left, carrying a transparent umbrella.

Sister Fukaeri, the more you spend time with her, the harder it is not to develop a liking for her. She is the kind of perfect girl who is composed, sensible, humorous, with a noble yet unpretentious demeanor, perfectly in tune with one’s personality.

But the problem is also in her perfection.

The more perfect she is, the less likely she is to share easily with others; Fujiwara Reya still had a long way to go ahead.

Reaching the parking lot, he drove to the bottom of the slope, waiting patiently. Soon, holding a paper umbrella and wearing wooden clogs, Kasahara Fumi, dressed in a bright red kimono, walked through the rain.

In the depth of Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, it seemed as though he saw the illusion of fire falling in the rain.

He rolled down the car window, gazing at the fiery woman; she remained silent as always, the brilliance in her eyes giving the impression of astonishing cleanliness, making one ponder that her toes were probably clean as well.

They stared at each other for a moment before Kasahara Fumi bent down and got into the car.

Leaning casually against the seat back, she glanced at the rain on the window, unaware that her cheeks had flushed—a reaction to her anger at having to bow her head this time.

Fujiwara Reya tapped the steering wheel contentedly, "I’ll take you to Hidden God Town during summer break."

"Why?" Kasahara Fumi looked at the world outside the car.

Raindrops hit the glass, dripping diagonally down the window, flowing, pausing briefly, then continuing to flow.

"Because I consider you a friend," Fujiwara Reya said, looking at her, "And treating you as a friend, it’s natural for you to know another side of me."

The light inside the car turned the window into a mirror.

He could see Kasahara Fumi’s reflection in the mirror, resembling a fiery red illusion on the mountain tops.

Kasahara Fumi pressed her lips tightly, the rain forming crisscrossing lines, transforming her reflection into flickering flames floating on the stream, shining with the beauty of life.

After a long while, she was stirred to speak with a hint of childishness, "Is this what you call a friend?"

"Of course!" Fujiwara Reya tapped the steering wheel, "As a return, shouldn’t Miss Fukaeri tell me what secret you and your aunt are hiding from me?"

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Fumi lowered her eyes, keeping silent.

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