Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

He almost couldn't help but hug her and cry, but when he thought that he was now the "president" and couldn't let Xiuming down, he held back.

To avoid making mistakes, her solution was to stay far away from anyone who might cause her to make a mistake before she was accepted by Xiuming.

"This can't be, no, no..." Eri still clung tightly to the shelf, shaking her head and sobbing, "He slept with me, he slept with me, I'm his now, he can't abandon me... otherwise I'll hate him for the rest of my life..."

Chieko's heart skipped a beat. Eri had already spoken recklessly. Did she not care about President Riko's feelings?

This happened in front of more than ten employees!

The ten new female employees remained motionless, eyes downcast and seemingly lost in thought.

While I was a little surprised that Eri and Riko's husband had this kind of relationship, I wasn't entirely unprepared for it.

Just now, wasn't that stylishly dressed, super sexy woman wearing sunglasses, shamelessly doing something like that in the massage room?

Although I've never been a tycoon, conglomerate, or wealthy person, I've read gossip, news, and rumors. Anyway, this kind of thing is already very common in wealthy people's circles.

President Riko is amazing; she doesn't even flinch. No wonder she's a wealthy woman.

Riko not only didn't show any displeasure, but also looked at Eri with a hint of sympathy.

"Sister Chieko, could you please call my husband out here?"

Riko sighed inwardly: Although Eri doesn't understand her difficulties at all, I understand her feelings. If my husband treated me like this, I would go crazy too... Eri-chan, I'm sorry, this is how my husband arranged things. After all, my husband... although it's a little embarrassing to say, he admits he's a jerk... I can't help it... I'm always worried about being abandoned by him.

In Riko's case, this situation already falls under the category of force majeure.

It took a lot of courage for her to fire Eri, whom she still considered a close friend and who was truly pitiful at the moment. It would be too cruel to call the police or have someone throw her out...

"No, don't call him, don't call him..."

Eri cried out to Chieko, then instinctively hugged the shelf tighter.

Based on her understanding of Xiuming, she could almost imagine the outcome: he would throw her out without any mercy.

Still unwilling to give up, and with a sliver of hope, she also put her legs up on the shelf.

Chieko gave Eri a "I can't help you" look, and then knocked on the mahogany door of the massage room where Hideaki was.

Xiuming had just finished drawing the interior design plans for the upgraded store.

With "professional-level comic skills," coupled with her own knowledge of interior design and her keen aesthetic sense, she can easily draw design drawings and store decoration renderings.

One is a sample store's interior design drawing, and the other is a regular store's interior design drawing.

He heard the cries outside the door, but the matter at hand was more important.

Based on Eri's personality, he had more or less anticipated this situation. Chieko and Riko's performance was quite good.

Chieko is sticking to her position, and Riko is growing rapidly. If she fires someone again, she definitely won't be as conflicted as she is today.

"You can't even handle this small matter."

Xiuming opened the door, handed the completed blueprints to Zhihuizi, and told her that he would start the renovation immediately after buying the shop that afternoon. Then, with a dark face, he walked to the small meeting area.

Eri had fallen silent, clinging tightly to the shelf, her lips bitten until they were almost white, her face pale, her expression a mixture of stubbornness and grievance.

The ten new employees had different expressions; some were stealing glances, some were expressionless, and some were avoiding eye contact...

Riko lowered her head, her fair fingers fiddling with her notebook. Perhaps she felt she hadn't done a good job, as she appeared somewhat uneasy.

Ignoring everyone's stares, Hideaki stood next to Riko, gave her a thumbs up, and said, "Riko-chan, you did a fantastic job!"

Riko tilted her head back sharply, her eyes sparkling, a blush rising on her cheeks, and she pursed her lips without making a sound.

Riko is not suited to the domineering female CEO type. If we were to compare her to the career paths of the three factions in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, she wouldn't be suited to a career path with a personality like Cao Cao, but rather a career path with a personality like Liu Bei, emphasizing benevolence and righteousness!

Chieko, who had just followed, opened her mouth.

She didn't feel wronged, but Xiuming's favoritism was too obvious and too straightforward, which made her feel uncomfortable.

After all, when I was talking to her just now, I didn't lower my voice at all.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Hideaki asked, his face contorted with sternness as he looked at Chieko.

"No." Chieko shook her head.

"I think you're just being difficult," Xiuming said, pointing at her mouth. "I'll make you regret this tonight!"

Chieko blinked, her fair, oval face flushed red, and she quickly lowered her head, pursing her cherry-like lips and making a nasal "hmm" sound.

"Hey! Are you ignoring me again?"

Eri could no longer bear it; being ignored like this was truly painful.

Although the others didn't understand and looked confused, Eri immediately realized that the two of them were making a "dirty joke".

"Who are you?" Xiuming's eyes widened, then he pointed to the door. "Get out of here right now and don't cause trouble in my supermarket, or I'll call the police."

Xiuming's expression, as if he were looking at a stranger, stunned the ten new female employees.

Judging from President Riko's reaction, Eri was probably not lying; her relationship with Hideaki must be very close.

Moreover, Eri's current demeanor suggests that she really likes Hideaki, since her trembling body and pale face are hard to fake.

So here's the question: are all rich people this heartless?

"What...what...what do you mean?"

Eri was stunned for a long time, her wide-open eyes filled with disbelief, and tears streamed down her face.

"This is ridiculous!" Hideaki ignored Eri, casually pointed to the two rows of female employees, and said to the female employee at the front who wore red-rimmed glasses, had short hair to her ears, and a pale face without any expression, "Your name is Sakai Misako, right! Go to the cashier and call the police. Tell them that a madman has come into our store."

Misako Sakai seemed to be a very efficient person. She nodded crisply, said nothing, went straight to the cashier, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and called the police as instructed.

"I'll be there in ten minutes." Misako returned to the group with a blank expression.

Xiuming was also surprised by her decisive and efficient manner, like a robot, but such an employee is really good.

The others also stared at Misako's expressionless face, looking as if they couldn't quite process what was happening.

Hideaki walked to the shelf, looked at Eri, and spread his hands, saying, "Madam, aren't you leaving? The police are coming soon."

Riko, standing behind Hideaki, opened her mouth, while Chieko, equally dumbfounded, sat next to her.

The two looked at each other, seemingly sharing a sense of déjà vu. Unable to bear looking at Eri's pale face, they closed their eyes and turned their heads away.

"How could you do this to me?" Eri's lips trembled. "You slept with me in your arms... I... I think I liked it..."

"I've slept with so many girls, how am I supposed to remember which one you are?" Xiuming interrupted her impatiently, looking at the bar stool five steps away, pointing at it, and said, "Ai Iijima, who dreams of studying in New York, move that chair for me... Holy crap!!"

Before Hideaki could finish speaking, Eri suddenly grabbed his raised right arm and bit his forearm.

Eri's legs were still crossed on the shelf, but her upper body had already reached over and bit a large piece of flesh through Hideaki's sleeve, which hurt terribly.

Xiuming quickly pried open her jaw and freed her arm.

At the same time, Eri's legs also opened up, wanting to cross over Hideaki's legs.

Hideaki took a half step back and squatted down. As Eri lost her balance and was about to fall forward, Hideaki grabbed both of her wrists with his right hand, tied them behind her back, and then pressed her down on his left knee.

Pulling up his right sleeve revealed a round, bleeding tooth mark, likely to leave a scar.

"asshole!"

Xiuming's temper flared up instantly. He grabbed her and strode into the bedroom. Then he sat on the small bed, lifted her skirt, raised his left hand, and slapped her hard on the buttocks.

Snapped! !

She was wearing a thong, apparently from the batch that Ezaki had sent. It was round and white, and a red, maple leaf-shaped handprint instantly appeared on her two little buttocks.

Eri didn't struggle or make a sound. She just looked up at Hideaki with her head up, her face already flushed, and tears were still streaming from her wide eyes, making her look very desperate.

"Go, go, go, hurry up and go!"

Xiuming pushed her aside, then packed all the comic book tools from her small bed into the pink backpack on the bedside table, and placed it at her feet, saying irritably, "I get annoyed just looking at you."

Seeing him so submissive and submissive, I felt too embarrassed to hit him again.

While Hideaki was packing his things, Eri stood next to him, tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Eri picked up her backpack. "Aren't you a womanizer?"

“We’re not compatible, you should leave.” Xiuming blurted out.

“We…we used to get along really well.” Eri gripped her backpack tightly, her knuckles turning white.

“The relationship is broken,” Xiuming said impatiently, pointing to the door. “Don’t make me throw you out.”

Riko stood at the doorway, followed by Chieko, both looking worried and remaining silent.

Eri turned her head towards the door, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Riko walked quietly to Eri's side, glanced cautiously at Hideaki who was acting like a "scumbag," and then put her arms around Eri's shoulders.

Eri seemed to have found a place to lean on, burying her face in Riko's chest and sobbing. Chieko also came in, hugged Eri, and then silently retreated to the doorway.

Hideaki glanced at them sideways for a while. They were really loyal. However, Eri's stubborn nature of never learning from her mistakes would only cause trouble for Riko if she stayed here.

When Eri could no longer cry, she crossed her legs, picked her ear, and waved her hand as if shooing away flies, saying, "Leave with dignity! You'll be even more embarrassed when the police come."

Eri, still holding Riko's waist, turned back and said in a tearful voice, "You'll regret this."

Her nose was red from crying.

"I'm waiting for you to make me regret this. Go ahead!"

Chapter 127... It's painful, I posted it a second late.

Eri left the bedroom crying.

Her silhouette as she walked out of the supermarket with her pink backpack seemed to leave a deep impression on the ten newly hired female employees lined up.

Riko and Chieko wanted to chase after Eri to see her off, since she looked so lonely, but Hideaki stopped them.

Hideaki assigned Chieko her afternoon task: wait for Daisuke to arrive, watch him negotiate the price with the landlord, sign the purchase contract, transfer the property to "Miyamoto Co., Ltd.", and then find a renovation company to begin upgrading the store.

When Riko hugged Eri just now, she took out the bank card that Eri had returned earlier, which contained an 80 yen advance on her salary, and showed it to Hideaki behind Eri's back, meaning she wanted to secretly give it to Eri.

Xiuming nodded silently, indicating that she could do as she pleased.

Then, Riko secretly slipped the bank card into Eri's backpack.

She doesn't look well right now.

He lowered his head, trembling with fear, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's scolding, his expression revealing an unconcealable sadness.