You and Arima Kishou have been in an arranged marriage for 2 years now, you barely met his private family. But you knew they were related. Your marriage was set up by the Washuu clan and your clan. Currently, you were at a private dinner at Tsuneyoshi Washuu’s estate.

While walking in with Arima, a young man with black hair and facial hair scoffed at you. Staring you up and down.

He was Arimas nephew, Masturi Washuu. He glanced at you again. Muttering something. “What a tease..”