I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2664 - 1657: Favorable Timing, Geography, and Harmony Among People (2)

Ya Yi showed a shy expression.

"I mentioned it. But..."

"No buts. Whether or not he’s bragging, once a man speaks it, a woman has the right to demand he fulfill it."

Fujiwara Reiki instructed.

This is truly a case of having a teacher for a day means having a teacher for life.

Ya Yi said no more.

The maid came over.

"Miss Li Ji, I have to go to class."

"Take care, Princess."

Fujiwara Reiki watched the little girl leave, then shook her head, without malice or intent to eradicate, a humorous and interesting curve on her lips.

"Where is Ya Yi?"

More than ten minutes later, Wataru Tetsuya returned.

"She went to class."

"I was never so valued when I was young. Ya Yi is lucky. Yet also unlucky."

Fujiwara Reiki made no comment.

"Grandfather agreed, on the eighth of next month."

Wataru Tetsuya gently announced the good news.

Fujiwara Reiki nodded contentedly, truly resembling a wise and virtuous wife-to-be.

"Honestly, I’m a little nervous. What about you?"

Wataru Tetsuya gazed affectionately at his soon-to-be beautiful bride.

"Is Prince His Highness not ready yet?"

"Of course not."

Wataru Tetsuya immediately replied, decisively and firmly, "I’ve waited far too long for this day, couldn’t be more eager for it to arrive quickly. By then, I’ll be the envy of all of Japan."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled silently, her eyelids slightly drooping, appearing both shy and tender.

It cannot be denied.

Even setting aside her status and family background, just for her beauty, marrying her will definitely make a man envied by the entire nation.

But the issue is.

It has to really happen first.

The eighth of next month.

Counting the days, there’s only about twenty days left.

But twenty days is still a future not yet arrived.

Driven by emotion, Wataru Tetsuya tried to hold his fiancée’s hand, but she evaded.

"Your Highness."

Realizing his mistake, Wataru Tetsuya immediately apologized, "Sorry, Li Ji, I was being presumptuous."

Despite Japan’s thriving cultural customs industry, surpassing global standards, in real Japanese society, the boundaries between men and women are even stricter than in most countries.

Especially concerning the top-tier powers.

The more one stands at the pinnacle of the pyramid, the more emphasis is placed on procedure and decorum.

To take a step back.

Even ordinary civilians, touching before marriage can be entirely grounds for a sexual harassment lawsuit.

Thus, up to now, from acquaintance to deep love, spanning such a the long timeline, the two have always acted with propriety, which affected handling certain issues without options.

You can’t blame the soon-to-be bride for having the heart of a snake or scorpion.

Compared to Shen Zhou next door where it’s unapologetically common to take in a son-in-law while pregnant, in some ways, she is more kind-hearted.

"Prince His Highness, there’s only twenty days left, why rush at the moment."

She evaded, but the affection wasn’t affected.

Wataru Tetsuya nodded immediately, not discouraged or angry, but eyes brimming with anticipation for the not-so-distant future.

Political alliances aside.

He estimated that after the betrothal, countless nights he’d dreamt of having her subdued beneath him, ravishing this unparalleled beauty thoroughly.

Oh—

It’s truly invigorating.

See.

Even knowing she could never love him, Prince His Highness doesn’t mind at all, doesn’t even consider this issue.

"Before the wedding, I want to visit Yasukuni Shrine."

To avoid losing composure, Wataru Tetsuya diverted the topic, forcing himself to refocus.

Even though Boss Jiang took away a few spiritual tablets, the toilet is still there.

"I hope you understand."

Marrying into the Imperial Family and leveraging their unparalleled social standing for endorsement is a brilliant move. However, the overwhelming criticism has diminished, which doesn’t mean all "prejudices" against her vanished. To many, she’s still viewed as Shen Zhou’s henchman, a despicable traitor.

Indeed.

In the eyes of Prince Wataru Tetsuya, perhaps she’s viewed similarly.

Of course.

As a member of the Imperial Family and ruler, they surely don’t see things as one-sidedly as ordinary people. Victors and vanquished, the strong eat the weak. Yielding to Shen Zhou isn’t an individual’s decision, but a collective national decision. Although the last disaster greatly harmed the country, tearing enemies apart wasn’t necessary.

Otherwise.

They should strive desperately against those who threw nuclear bombs at them, namely the old enemy.

In the words of the common folk.

Life, after all, must go on.

Enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens is a profound wisdom, and in this regard, Japanese dare claim second place because no one in the world would dare claim first.

"Prince His Highness speaks too highly, Li Ji will always be Japanese."

Upon hearing that her fiancé, just over twenty days before their wedding, intended to worship at a toilet deeply despised by Shen Zhou, and with her own deep ties to Shen Zhou, Fujiwara Reiki showed no visible reaction.

"You can’t put all your eggs in one basket."

Upon hearing this, Wataru Tetsuya’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, nodding with the sentiment "Having a wife like this, what more can a husband wish for."

"Li Ji, you indeed share the same thoughts. In this world of surging undercurrents and unprecedentedly severe situation, at this juncture, Japan must not bet blindly, as such, flexibility remains."

Adapt and shift with the wind.

It’s understandable.

No need to speak so pretentiously.

As a couple.

What’s left unsaid between them?

Nevertheless, it’s harmless.

Fujiwara Reiki clearly understood, though a representative of Shen Zhou, bound to represent Shen Zhou’s interests, she not only didn’t oppose her fiancé’s contrary move, but her attitude was clearly supportive.

"His Highness is absolutely right. Our best course is to not offend either side, thus maximizing benefits. But I’m sorry, Li Ji can’t accompany His Highness."

Wataru Tetsuya quickly waved it off.

That she understands him so well.

How could he not understand her?

His going was trivial.

But her going would be absurd and coercive.

From her standpoint, supporting him without objection already demonstrated great understanding.

"You definitely shouldn’t go."

He gazed into her captivating eyes, speaking earnestly, "Li Ji, we both have our respective missions."

Indeed.

Probably also an anime fan.

Surely has seen Digimon.

His speaking manner has a hint of "those chosen by fate."

As people say, birds of a feather flock together.

As a couple.

One pro-China, the other anti-China, it’s fascinating, both are exceptional.

"Then I’ll leave it to His Highness."

"It’s not hard. We’re all striving for our shared ideals, for the collective good, ours and the family’s alike."

"As for the wedding, Li Ji needs to inform her brother."

Fujiwara Reiki excused herself.

"I’ll see you off."

"No need to trouble His Highness. Li Ji is already accustomed to the Imperial Palace."

Wataru Tetsuya nodded knowingly, not insisting, "This will soon be your home."

"No. It will be our home together."

Wataru Tetsuya was momentarily stunned, then filled with joyful warmth.

Whether they touch hands or not, is it truly so important?

It’s not important at all.

Providing ample emotional value is essentially the same. It’s just rare for a woman to reach such a level, relying solely on charm.

After a backward glance and smile, Fujiwara Reiki slightly bowed, while her short and unattractive fiancé watched yearningly until parted as she exited the Imperial Garden.

Freely strolling through the Imperial Palace, Fujiwara Reiki kept a gentle smile, nodding politely in response to the maid’s greetings.

Though not formally married yet, she exuded the presence of a Princess.

Leaving the Imperial Palace.

As she got into the car with the opened door.

The smile persisted on her face.

Why wouldn’t she be happy?

Right timing.

Right place.

Right people.

By chance all aligning easily.

All it needs is a start signal, a musical chord for this joyous occasion to begin.

Everything seems destined.

"Wataru Tetsuya wants to visit Yasukuni God Toilet; since it’s his choice, let him be fulfilled in his piety."

The bulletproof privacy glass hid her face.

The car started smoothly.