Chapter 1777: Emergency (3)
After a long drive on Fatong Avenue, the car finally stopped in front of an independent luxurious villa.
The car in front stopped, and soon, the black-clothed bodyguard who had been waiting in front of the door opened the back seat door.
A black figure unhurriedly got out of the car.
It was a tall and slender man…
He was so handsome, and his whole body was filled with a reserved and deep manner. However, it was impossible to ignore the aura on his body.
“Master Fujiwara, you’re back!”
The two bodyguards in black stepped forward and said respectfully.
Fujiwara stopped and steadied himself. He raised his eyes slightly, narrowed his silent eyes, and looked quietly at the villa in front of him that had not seen for a long time. The large hand hidden under his sleeve tightened, and he nodded gently afterwards, before he took large strides and walked inside.
This villa was called Cloud Residence. It was a villa that Fujiwara had acquired during his early years. That is right, the reason it was called Cloud Residence was because it was named after Dongfang Liuyun[1]. The title deed only had Dongfang Liuyun’s name on it, it was a birthday present that Fujiwara had planned to give to Dongfang Liuyun. Unfortunately, before he could give it away, something had happened between them.
The entire villa was decorated according to Dongfang Liuyun’s favorite style, and the surrounding environment was great.
Dongfang Liuyun had never been here before, but this place was filled with the aura of Dongfang Liuyun.
Fujiwara had an obsession in his heart, and that was to have Dongfang Liuyun in this lifetime. No matter how long it took, this obsession did not fade away. It would only grow stronger as time passed.
Fujiwara’s footsteps became heavy as he walked past the entrance and saw the artistic sculpture rockery standing in the middle of the fountain not far away.
He seemed to have seen the passion and warmth they had when they were in high spirits. Back then, they were still very young and very free..
But now…
“Master, shall we go in? The sunlight outside is very strong. The house has already been cleaned up. The servants have also prepared your favorite dishes and are waiting for your return.”
Matsuda hurriedly took a step forward and advised when he sensed the disappointment on Fujiwara’s face.
Fujiwara then closed his eyes silently and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to his usual coldness. He did not say anything else and continued walking forward.
The villa was, of course, the same as before. It was just that when he walked in, it felt even emptier than before. There was not any familiar aura. Everything seemed to have changed.
“Master, you’re back!”
The butler and the two servants quickly went forward to welcome him.
Fujiwara simply waved his hand and did not stop walking until he passed through the living room and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the side. Through the transparent glass windows, what he saw was a large stretch of pavilions and terraces. They were curved and curved, he could not see the end of it as if it was a beautiful painting.
Matsuda did not go up to disturb him. Instead, he raised his hand to signal the butler to bring the prepared food over.
The butler did as he was told. Not long after, a table full of delicious and tempting food was served.
Fujiwara cleaned his hands and sat down silently. Just as he poured a glass of wine and drank it, there was a strange sound coming from outside the door, as if the car had stopped again.
Outside the door, it was indeed a white luxury car that was slowly stopping at the door.
The car window was slowly lowered. In the driver’s seat was Lan Xiu’s assistant, Ah Li.
When the bodyguard in front of the door saw the person in the driver’s seat, he walked over too.
“It’s me. Open the door.”
The car window in the back seat was lowered, and Lan Xiu’s faint voice came from the back seat.
“Master Lan Xiu!”
The bodyguard in black naturally recognized Lan Xiu. He respectfully bowed and then let him pass.
The car slowly drove into the villa and stopped at the side of the fountain.
“Wait for me here.”
The car stopped. Lan Xiu left this sentence and then opened the door and got out of the car.
“Yes, President Lan!”
A Li naturally did not dare to retort and silently agreed.
Lan Xiu’s tall and straight body bypassed the fountain and walked straight into the villa. When he reached the door, he saw Matsuda waiting by the side of the stairs.
“Master Lan Xiu, you’re here!”
Matsuda greeted him politely.
Lan Xiu nodded slightly, “Hello, is your Master inside?”
“He’s having his meal inside. President Lan, you’re just in time. Please come in!”
Matsuda said as he gestured for Lan Xiu to come in.
Lan Xiu returned a polite smile, then walked up the stairs and followed him inside.
Soon, Lan Xiu saw the slim figure sitting at the dining table in the villa. He was facing him and was pouring wine into the two wine glasses in front of him.
Fujiwara seemed to be able to sense Lan Xiu’s approaching figure, so he stopped and slowly raised his head. When he saw Lan Xiu, there was no expression on his cold face, however, he seemed to be able to see the signs of the tense handsome face easing up.
He pointed to the seat opposite him and slowly moved the wine glass in front of him to Lan Xiu’s side. His low and hoarse voice rang out—
“Sit down. Try the sake I brought over. It’s a taste that you and Liuyun both like. It’s something that has been sealed for many years. It tastes pretty good.”
As he spoke, he picked up his own glass and elegantly drank another glass.
Lan Xiu could almost instantly feel the loneliness and desolation emanating from his body. He could clearly feel that Fujiwara seemed to have become much more haggard than before. He was also much more reserved than before, especially his deep eyes, which were filled with a lot of worries.
Most of the worries were probably from Dongfang Liuyun, right?
After thinking about it, Lan Xiu did not say anything. In the end, he pulled out the chair beside him and sat down quietly. He picked up the glass of wine that Fujiwara had just filled, lowered his eyes, and calmly took a sip.
A clear stream flowed into him, and as he drank, it made one feel as if a clear spring had flowed into their hearts, but then…
“I only had a 50% confidence that you’ll come. It seems that I’ve won now. Regardless of whether you’re here for me, you, or Liuyun, I’ll drink to you. Thank you for coming.”
Fujiwara poured another cup and held it leisurely. He raised his eyes and looked at Lan Xiu calmly and indifferently…