Chapter 360: 143. Miss Yako’s Second Adolescence_2
The Snow Woman is here too.
She is now both the air conditioner girl and the ice maker girl, much loved by the two ladies.
"Hello, I’m back." Fujiwara Reya walked over with a very easygoing expression and a very clear voice. "You may not know, just now I saw two sharks at the stern staring at me fiercely. It took a lot of effort, but I finally made it back safely. To ask how dangerous it was just now, if you condense the ’Spanish Civil War’ into a fifty-word version, that’s the danger I faced just now."
Mrs. Hoshimi was biting her pen, sitting on the sofa writing something, seemingly nearing the end. She put down her pen, clipped it into her notebook and closed it, raising her face to ask Mrs. Kasahara, "Did someone just call us sharks?"
No wonder she’s the mother of my senior, her voice is so captivating.
"Definitely!" Mrs. Kasahara laughed glamorously.
No wonder she’s the mother of my junior, her appearance is so alluring.
The two ladies, one nobly charming and the other elegantly transcendent. Their necks are so fair and tender that they create a mythical atmosphere that people dare not easily approach.
"You misheard," Fujiwara Reya explained, "I said two mermaids."
Mrs. Hoshimi laughed girlishly, "I don’t believe it, everything the playboy says is lies."
"It’s absolutely true! How could I dare deceive you? Even if I deceived someone named Himeko, I wouldn’t dare deceive you."
"Hmm?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly.
A very tasteful smile, the kind only noble women with deep inner world would have, ordinary people seeing such a smile would willingly become her plaything.
"You are too charming." Fujiwara Reya said to Mrs. Kasahara, "The beauty in reality is unworthy of you, so I can only say some unrealistic things to bluff you. But essentially you can’t blame me, if only you were a bit less beautiful, I wouldn’t have to lie..."
Damn... Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip discontentedly, cursing him a hundred times in her mind.
"What did you do with the two mermaids?" Mrs. Kasahara asked him.
"Nothing, we just floated on the surface of the sea for a while, looked at the sky, the clouds, the sea water, the birds, and finally waved goodbye." Fujiwara Reya smiled as he sat down next to Miss Miki, then asked, "What did you talk about with the two mermaids?"
"Talked about you." Kawashima Miki poured him a glass of sparkling wine, "The two directors unanimously believe you have psychological issues and need to see a doctor."
"Hmm?" Fujiwara Reya was greatly puzzled.
"Ignoring beautiful young girls, fixated on young and pretty widows."
"..."
It makes sense!
Liking mature women isn’t some psychological problem!
Indeed, pretty young girls are charmingly innocent, but mature women are more graceful and understanding!
Seeing his speechless state, the other three women couldn’t help but laugh, except for Kasahara Fumi.
Kasahara Fumi didn’t sit on the sofa, but came beside the sofa. There was a rocking chair there, with a small coffee table on its right hand side, dotted with flowers and books. The sunlight streamed in, casting a hazy brightness over everything. Most striking was her orange long hair, illuminated by the sun, looking very much like burning flames.
Fujiwara Reya looked at her draped in light, imagining the mystery behind such brightness, feeling his heart palpitate. He increasingly anticipated what scenery he would see after unwrapping this sister’s covering.
"What are you looking at?" Kawashima Miki unhappily pinched his waist.
"The sea," Fujiwara Reya said with steady breath.
"He’s looking at my eldest daughter," Mrs. Kasahara directly ratted him out.
Kasahara Fumi looked up at them, then lifted her legs onto the sofa, curling her legs to read. This action tightened the lines of her legs.
The black silk stockings as thin as a cicada’s wings reflected a matte luster on the surface, looking dazzling. With Fujiwara Reya’s excellent eyesight, he could see her slender and delicate crystal toes, painted with nail polish of the same color as her hair; her instep was immaculate, with a beautiful arch to her foot from her plump heel to her toes.
It is said that there is something called stocking-foot tea. If you use these legs to brew a pot of foot tea, the taste should be good, right?
"Ahem!" Kasahara Fumi lightly coughed twice.
"What’s up? Are you feeling unwell?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with concern.
"No."
"Is it because you got up too early this morning?"
"No, it’s not that..." Kasahara Fumi lowered her head, burying her face in her book.
"Fumi’s shy look is even cuter than Xiangxiang," Mrs. Hoshimi coaxed from the side.
"Of course my daughter is cute," Mrs. Kasahara said proudly.
"My boss, of course, is cute," Fujiwara Reya chimed in.
"Mr. Fujiwara," Mrs. Kasahara turned her head, "what should I do if you take both my daughters away, leaving me alone?"
"Yeah, what should I do?" Fujiwara Reya looked troubled.
"Why don’t you marry me and become their father," Mrs. Kasahara said seriously.
"We are all one family, it’s acceptable to me. By the way, have a drink..."
Under the cold gaze of his superior, to avoid workplace harassment, Fujiwara Reya raised his glass of sparkling wine and drank it all at once.
He drank too fast, and some of it spilled.
Kawashima Miki took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his lips. More like claiming territory than fulfilling a wife’s duty. It must be said, with the delicate straps of her blue summer dress and her hair tied up in a bun, she did look like a young woman newly wed.
"You two have a really good relationship," Mrs. Hoshimi sighed.
She was lamenting for her daughter, but in Mrs. Kasahara’s ears, it was another opportunity to tease her best friend.
"Yako, you are in your second puberty."
"Eh?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked surprised.
Fujiwara Reya quickly pricked up his ears.
Mrs. Kasahara teasing Mrs. Hoshimi was his favorite scene, he never got tired of watching it.
"The first puberty is in teenage years, I don’t need to elaborate," Mrs. Kasahara put on a serious face of an emotional expert, "The so-called second puberty is your current state. It is the vigorous burning before the flame goes out. It is the splendid bloom of flowers before they wither. In this phase, you’ll experience the inner turmoil and awkward shyness of a girl in her first love, and you’ll fantasize about someone."
Mrs. Hoshimi sipped her wine, judging if her best friend’s words made sense.
Mrs. Kasahara continued.
"But unlike a young girl, the second puberty is more about feeling extreme loneliness and insecurity within, a fear of aging. Yako, you must be strong, after the sadness of fearing aging disappears, you’ll have a mindset with strong will. Ultimately women all grow old, accept that and you’ll find firmness..."
"Is it that pathetic?" Mrs. Hoshimi incredulously touched her cheek, which was still smooth and elastic, without a hint of sagging.
"Of course, it’s not a small problem," Mrs. Kasahara expressed as if talking about a dreadful disaster, "In this stage, women will project their insecurities onto their offspring, especially daughters."
Mrs. Hoshimi thought of her own daughter.
"For Yako, the love of Rinko can bring you incredible excitement, as if your soon-to-withering flower is continuing to bloom in your daughter. Sometimes, you might get so thrilled that you think your soul is attached to Rinko, caring for Mr. Fujiwara, serving Mr. Fujiwara instead of her..."
"..." Mrs. Hoshimi slightly raised her head, glanced at Fujiwara Reya.
The handsome young man sat steadily on the sofa, listening to the lengthy speech of her best friend, who knows if he really took it in.
Honestly.
Regarding her daughter’s affections, Mrs. Hoshimi truly felt very frustrated and regretful!
Secretly watching Fujiwara Reya, she gradually developed a sense of drift, as if witnessing an empty train passing through a station.
Then.
A burst of her best friend’s laughter suddenly rang in her ears.
"In the end, I want to say: menopause is a woman’s second puberty... Hahaha, Yako hang in there, once you get through menopause, you’ll become firm... hahaha, oh my god, I can’t stop laughing..."