Chapter 1918. Just That Despicable! (1)
As soon as Fujiwara said this, Matsuda started to worry. He could not help but think of Mr. Fujiwara Saji and Miss Yoon who were far away in Japan.
Matsuda knew about Fujiwara Kenji and Yoon. In his early years, they were also an extremely enviable couple. Yoon had left her hometown and married far away in Japan for Fujiwara, but it just so happened that a man like Fujiwara Kenji was destined to never have only one woman like Yoon in his life.
Although he had always respected Yoon all these years, there were many women out there. He heard that Miss Yoon had even thought of divorcing Fujiwara Kenji and even threatened him with her life. However, Fujiwara Kenji had placed her under house arrest, until she gave birth to Fujiwara…
Fujiwara rarely saw his father in his childhood. Because of Yoon, Fujiwara Kenji had arranged for Yoon to live in a huge mansion alone. Fujiwara Ye and Yoon lived in that mansion…
Yoon was a very cold and indifferent woman. She was very concerned about Fujiwara Ye, her biological son. However, her attitude to her child was not as kind as other parents. In Fujiwara’s eyes, Fujiwara was worthless. There were several times he even saw Fujiwara Kenji make a move on his mother, Yoon.
They all said that Fujiwara Kenji loved Yoon very much, but in Fujiwara Ye’s eyes, that kind of relationship was just a joke. His mother, Yoon, had always been indifferent to Fujiwara Kenji. She often went on long trips, it was best not to see each other.
“Master, Mr. Fujiwara and Madam…”
Matsuda wanted to explain something, but Fujiwara had already thrown away the towel in his hand and reached out to grab the katana beside him. With a ‘whoosh’, he pulled it out, and a cold chill immediately rushed over, the bright light from the katana caused Matsuda to subconsciously turn his body away.
“What is more permanent and unchanging than the light on the tip of the katana? There are some things that you can not possess just because you cherish them. No matter how hard I, Fujiwara, try, I cannot force her. Just like how no matter how hard my father tries, he cannot hide his misdeeds or melt my mother’s cold heart.”