The brilliance of the upper world is something the ordinary people who toil for survival and hustle for life can hardly imagine.

Just like back in the days when Boss Jiang was burning the midnight oil at East University for a scholarship, he never could have imagined that beautiful, fit, and famous women, who aren't lacking money, would flock to become others' entertainment.

How ethereal the Heavenly Palace seemed.

Isn't this box just like that.

Boss Jiang, a stranger in a foreign land, had been in Japan for so long without experiencing the hospitality the landlord ought to provide, but now looking back, it must have been delayed.

Boss Jiang's self-control can certainly be described as unwavering. Regardless of whether the Japanese prince beside him intended to test him, he watched the variety of Japanese beauties pass before him like a revolving lantern, maintaining composure and tranquility.

Yet this composure was slightly broken upon the appearance of an ostensibly heavyweight "model."

A black leather bodysuit, form-fitting in style, with an exaggerated bust design to accentuate the wearer's fine figure, long legs made even more striking by gartered black stockings, and as if that weren't enough, atop a pair of sharp high heels.

Obviously, her outfit was less revealing than some of the previous bikini-clad women, yet in terms of sexiness, it was a level higher!

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her smile graceful and elegant, subtly mixed with a touch of vulnerability that enlivens things, inserting her gloved hands into her slim waist, her hips swayed perfectly with each step, as if born for the runway, her aura impeccable.

Her pace was not fast, seemingly wanting the audience to fully appreciate her performance.

The allure of femininity is not easier to demonstrate simply by wearing less.

This simple truth was once again proven.

Who is the prettiest, is a matter of opinion, but this model is at least the tallest so far, and in terms of runway professionalism, she is arguably second to none.

Of course.

Seeing that "innocent yet enticing" face, Boss Jiang recalled that she should have once been a professional model.

"Mr. Jiang, are you satisfied with Lady Kurozawa?"

Wataru Tetsuya turned his head.

Lady Kurozawa?

Jiang Chen quickly recalled the man encountered earlier at the door, who might still be guarding it — that Mr. Kurozawa.

Suddenly, he felt a bit strange inside.

He knew that the model and actress who had once made waves across the nation eventually married a Japanese man, but as for which Japanese man, Boss Jiang certainly didn't know.

Though with her gentle temperament, exceptional looks, tall frame, and distinctive childlike voice garnered countless fans, earning her the title of goddess among shut-ins, Jiang Chen never chased stars, and besides, he was still young back then.

Who one marries is a personal choice, Jiang Chen wouldn't judge, but encountering such here tonight is indeed a bit surprising.

Moreover.

Husband waits at the door.

Wife performs on stage?

Though not exactly revealing, such an outfit might be begrudgingly worn at home, but surely wouldn't be appropriate for public exhibition for admiration?

"Mr. Kurozawa and she are...?"

Jiang Chen still found it hard to accept.

The Japanese tradition is for women marrying to follow their husband's name, regardless of what their surname was; post-marriage, they adopt the husband's surname. Even someone who's never been to Japan knows this basic fact. Certainly, foreign women marrying into Japan follow the same rule, though many with Kurozawa as a surname exist in Japan, just as it's a coincidence for two people to both have the surname Li, perhaps this is merely a coincidence.

"Yes, Mr. Kurozawa and Lady Kurozawa are husband and wife."

Prince Wataru Tetsuya's words sounded a bit tongue-twisting, but the meaning was clear and straightforward.

Okay then.

The reason coincidences are called coincidences is they're rare.

Jiang Chen's expression wavered slightly.

Fujiwara Takuya and Fujiwara Reiki is one thing.

After all, prestigious and influential families, with their high thresholds and deep courtyards, are inherently prone to breed scandalous affairs.

But now it seems, perhaps it's the same among common folk,

More importantly.

The attitude displayed by Wataru Tetsuya.

As if it was all ordinary, a divine right.

Something unusual may exist, but it's trivial because one cannot generalize, such as saying a crow is black doesn't mean all birds are black.

The fear lies in this deeply ingrained recognition.

Facing such matters, for the Imperial family to treat it so offhandedly.

It seems more understandable now, that certain incredible beauty.

No wonder the constant talk of breaking the old world.

"Mr. Jiang doesn't know Lady Kurozawa?"

Evidently, this Prince His Highness had arranged meticulously, not only preparing a former fellow citizen for Boss Jiang, but also having the wife's husband stand guard at the door.

Truly a... double stimulation.

"Of course I know her, but when Lady Kurozawa was popular, I was in school."

Jiang Chen looked toward the woman who was about to complete a half-circle and turn around.

It's not just him.

When she was renowned across the land, even Pei Yunxi might not have debuted yet.

You should know, she must be in her forties or fifties, according to age, Boss Jiang should be calling her Auntie.

But Prince Wataru Tetsuya's arrangement of this scene surely wasn't because he thought Jiang particularly favored older women, plainly from appearances alone, there's no difference between her and women in their twenties or thirties.

Smooth skin, slender bodyline, impressive long legs, thick black hair, captivating smile, full bosom, shapely rear...

Yet beside the suspenders of her stockings, on the plump thigh, faint bruises were visible, seemingly man-made marks.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, if you didn't mention it, I almost forgot, but Lady Kurozawa looks very young indeed."

This Prince His Highness should be a novice, perhaps having never orchestrated such encounters before, the intent is too obvious.

When Lady Kurozawa turned and passed before Jiang Chen again on the stage, she actually stopped there.

Her alluring curves wouldn't lose to young women, amplified under the shifting lights for visual impact.

Jiang Chen wanted to trace dissatisfaction, humiliation, signs of compulsion on her face, but there were none.

On the contrary, he sensed a sliver of anticipation and supplication from those tender eyes.

That feeling, akin to visiting a pet market, those little animals gazing outward from within their cages.

Jiang Chen was slightly distracted, so much so that when a probing voice beside him softly remarked "There are other friends outside who require attending, Mr. Jiang, excuse me for a moment," he failed to respond promptly.

Wataru Tetsuya's mouth bore a barely perceptible satisfied upward curve, standing up to leave the box.

"Your Highness!"

As expected, Mr. Kurozawa respectfully stood guard at the door.

"Your wife still needs to stay with Mr. Jiang for a while."

"Hey!"

Kurozawa bowed swiftly, excited and thrilled, as if it were an utmost honor, murmuring, "I definitely won't let anyone disturb Mr. Jiang's enjoyment."

Enjoyment.

A truly exquisite description.

Wataru Tetsuya nodded, striding away.

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