Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Most property management companies have gone from illegal to legitimate businesses, but not completely. They operate in a gray area, yet their hearts are set on being completely innocent, and maintaining the reputation of the homeowners is their mission.

After all, they paid a hefty protection fee! They should make good use of it.

Of course, Xiuming also knew that they couldn't do much; if the debt collectors wanted to come in, they could still climb over the wall.

He just wanted someone to vent his anger on.

Back in the Japanese-style room, Riko's face was still a little pale, and her hands on her lap were trembling slightly.

Xiuming shrugged and said, "This time we can concentrate."

Riko glanced at Hideaki's pants, lowered her eyelids, her face flushing again, and asked softly, "Is it really okay?"

"Oh, please don't mind this mischievous thing. After all, it was attracted by Riko-chan's charm. This is the highest respect for my wife's beauty."

Xiuming lowered his head and sighed with melancholy, "I didn't expect that when I was arguing with others, my brother would secretly come to my aid. Luckily, a fight didn't break out."

Riko blinked, her expression suddenly contorting, looking like she wanted to laugh but couldn't. "I was almost scared to death, and you're still joking..."

"What's there to be afraid of? Aren't there still unreliable legal weapons?"

Hideaki sat on the tatami mat to Riko's left and picked up his needle and thread again.

Riko glanced down again, then slowly reached out her hand. "Won't this be uncomfortable? I can..."

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The door was kicked and pounded on again.

Riko's slender fingers had just touched Hideaki's knee when she quickly withdrew them and covered her face.

"Riko-chan, just ignore it. If you don't pay attention to it, it will calm down on its own in a while. I have a lot of experience with this."

Hideaki didn't open the door to yell at anyone anymore, but instead gestured for Riko to learn the sewing techniques.

After all, even if we catch the one who smashed the door, and even if we beat him into submission, there will still be thousands upon thousands more who smash the door.

But being constantly harassed like this is quite annoying.

The atmosphere is very important. Being disturbed like this might lead to mental illness, serious sexual disorders, or even frigidity.

Should we go to a hotel?

Forget it, it's too extravagant to waste money on such a small thing.

We're in a frugal mode now, so we need to spend all our money wisely.

Although the doll sold for 100,000 yen, Mrs. Sugita bought it at a premium to win over the artisans.

At that time, the exchange rate was 10000 yen equal to 300 yuan. A football-sized plush toy costing 3000 yuan was indeed quite luxurious without any brand recognition.

Of course, if you gain fame and establish Riko as a national treasure-level craftswoman, then you can use scarcity marketing, and that will be a different story.

I received 100,000 yen today, and after some shopping, I still have 70,000 yen left. The majority of my spending was on cosmetics.

"Hey, you idiot, stop looking around and concentrate, you're about to get pricked." Xiuming tapped her on the forehead and then guided her through the needle pricks one by one.

"Okay, okay." Riko blushed and shrank back.

Although Riko's attention is often scattered, she is quite talented and learns very well.

In less than two hours, I can sew the stitches straight on by myself.

"Practice by yourself! I'm going to cook," Xiuming got up and walked out of the tatami room. Suddenly remembering that he had said he would let her cook, he turned back and said irritably, "I said I would give you a chance to cook, but you're such an idiot that your cooking is terrible. I'm punishing you by not letting you cook first. I'll give you a chance to show off after you've learned how to cook."

"Okay," Riko said, her face flushed, sticking out her pink tongue. "Thank you, honey~"

While Xiuming was busy in the kitchen, the door was kicked twice more, and the property management's cleaning staff never came.

Could it be that the debt collectors are in cahoots with them?

Fortunately, Riko had gotten used to the situation of having her door banged on. She simply took her sewing basket, grabbed a small stool, and sat in the kitchen, watching Hideaki demonstrate his cooking skills while practicing her handicrafts.

Seeing that Riko's sewing skills were becoming more and more proficient, Hideaki realized it was time to put them to practice. While cutting up the salmon, he turned around and said, "Sew me a pair of underwear."

"Huh?" Riko was taken aback. "There's no fabric."

"Don't you have extra pajamas? Modify them."

"Huh?" Riko was stunned. "There are only purple and pink ones..."

"It doesn't matter, it's worn underneath anyway."

"Okay, okay."

Riko pursed her lips, went into the bedroom, and pulled out a pink silk nightgown. She held it up to her eyes in the sunset outside the window; it was semi-transparent.

I subconsciously imagined it for a moment, then burst out laughing. I quickly rubbed my face, suppressed my laughter, and went back to the kitchen.

"Honey, do you think this one is okay... oh~"

Riko's vision went completely white, she gasped and quickly covered her face with her pajamas.

Chapter 16 When emotions arise, even the collapse of the heavens and the earth cannot suppress them.

"what happened?"

Xiuming took off his shirt because he was worried about getting it dirty while cooking.

He's currently squatting on the ground, peeling potatoes, with his back to the door.

Because he had rolled up his trousers above his knees and had a small stool behind him to cover his backside, it looked like he wasn't wearing anything at all.

When he turned around, he also sat down on the small stool.

Riko covered her face, but not her eyes.

I misread it. What was I thinking?

"No, it's nothing..."

"Then hurry up and sew it!"

Xiuming turned back and continued peeling the potatoes.

"Ah... okay, alright."

Riko didn't listen; her eyes were glued to the screen.

Xiuming's inverted triangle back is completely free of excess fat, with perfect back muscles outlining a smooth curve.

This reminded Riko of bat wings; with each step he took to peel a potato, the muscles in his back would pulsate rhythmically. She couldn't help but feel that his back was not only powerful but could also generate buoyancy in the air.

"Honey, do we need to take your measurements?"

Riko's heart pounded wildly, making her head buzz. She subconsciously bit her pajamas lightly with her teeth and asked cautiously.

The potatoes had already been peeled, and Xiuming stood up, holding the small green plastic basket containing the potatoes.

“Then let’s take your measurements!” Xiuming turned around and opened his arms. “However, I don’t believe you can make it on your first try. It’s just practice. Although I don’t care what I wear, if it doesn’t fit or is uncomfortable, I definitely won’t wear it.”

Riko thought to herself: It really looks like a big bat! It feels so reassuring…

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the ruler to measure."

"Ah~ okay, sure."

Riko, clutching her pajamas, walked up to Hideaki, her forehead resting against his chin. He had his back to the small kitchen window, which perfectly blocked the glaring sunlight outside.

Riko felt breathless and silently repeated in her heart: He is my husband...

He gestured with trembling hands, his head spinning.

"You idiot, figure it out yourself! I still need to cook."

Xiuming, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed her ear, pulled her head away from his chest, spun her around half a circle, and pushed her to sit on a small stool.

Is this called comparing sizes? This is called flirting. My temper is flaring up.

I still need to cook!

Anyway, even a simple pair of underwear is impossible for a complete beginner to make perfectly.

To reiterate, the point is to let her practice and hone her sewing skills.

One has to admire the benefits of having a cheat code.

Xiuming prepared three dishes and a soup.

The staple food is still rice, along with sashimi, potato stew with meat, and stir-fried spinach.

The miso soup contained tofu, kelp, spinach leaves, and chopped green onions.

After he finished cleaning and washing the kitchen utensils, Riko remained seated on the small stool, her eyelashes fluttering as she kept glancing at Hideaki.

Even when the banging on the door started again, Riko seemed not to hear it.

"Idiot, it's time to eat."

Hideaki brought the small plate containing wasabi and soy sauce dipping sauce to Riko's face, pinched up a bit of wasabi and smeared it on the tip of her nose.

"Achoo!" Riko's face instantly turned bright red from the choking, tears and snot streaming down her face. "Ugh~"

Xiuming ignored her, quickly finished wiping the wasabi on his hands, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Riko-chan, come and eat! You still have to study after you eat."

The dining table is a pure white, European-style rectangular table, 1.5 meters long and 1 meter wide.

Xiuming placed all three dishes and one soup at one end of the table and put two chairs side by side.

Riko walked out of the kitchen with her head down and small steps, while Hideaki gestured to the chair next to her.

After Riko sat down, her legs were together under the table, and her knees rubbed against each other.

A thin layer of sweat beaded on her flushed forehead as she stared blankly at the bowl of rice in front of her.

"Don't just stand there, eat up. Do I need to feed you?" Xiuming shoveled rice into his mouth. "Don't expect me to serve you any food."

They're banging on the door again. Is that debt collector really going to make a scene?

The debt collector is either a low-level employee or a small fry.

Both relied on the deterrent effect of the law to ensure that the other would not dare to take any extreme actions.

Xiuming was quite troubled. If they kept banging on the door and disturbing him when it was time for bed, he would definitely get so angry that his endocrine system would break down.