Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Hideaki made no attempt to hide his womanizing ways. Riko was already numb to it. Chieko glanced at Riko and saw that she looked relieved. Chieko was also stunned for a moment, then silently pretended not to know anything and continued to listen.

The brief reply did not affect Xiuming's topic of conversation. He continued, "So, you should pay attention to her, especially when she's alone and spacing out. For example, if she's standing by the river spacing out, or standing at the intersection staring at car wheels, then something's wrong with her mood. Tell me quickly."

Xiuming has a clear understanding of himself.

People with depression are so emotionally sensitive; who knows, one day they might suddenly have a brain fart and think about taking themselves all by themselves. How could that be? I belong to multiple women.

The main point here is prevention. If one day you're in a bad mood and give Misako a harsh scolding, then turn around and go play with other women, completely forgetting about her, and then come home to find out she's committed suicide, that would be truly terrible.

Therefore, we need to take extra precautions and set multiple alarms, after all, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness.

Riko and Chieko nodded obediently, their eyes seemingly flashing with a light called "responsibility".

Hideaki was very pleased and continued, "If Ayako calls back, you don't need to hide it. Just tell her that Misako has severe depression and can't take being beaten or scolded. She won't dare to cause trouble. She's the most timid one."

From Tachibana's question, we can see that Ayako's biggest fear is making mistakes, because she knows that Riko dislikes her.

Chieko's eyes twitched, and she asked in a low voice, "Can I say that I also have depression? I'm afraid that if I expose myself, Ayako will beat me. When she was leaving, she dragged me into a taxi and spanked me."

“Even if you tell her, she won’t believe you. Anyway, you’re tough, you’ll be fine.” Xiuming paused, then continued, “Riko-chan, if you ever get bullied by someone, just do what she does and tell me, okay?”

Riko blinked, suppressing a laugh as she nodded.

Chieko covered her face in shame and whispered, "I didn't mean to, I was just really afraid of her."

In Chieko's eyes, Ayako was dealing with everyone with the attitude of "the main wife beating up the mistress," as if she didn't care at all about being found out. She was inexplicably inferior to Chieko, and Chieko couldn't say a word. If Chieko were to be dragged out of the street by her hair, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

Of course, her intention wasn't to tattle, but rather to indirectly seek help from Riko and get more promises to make her feel safe.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you,” Riko squeezed Chieko’s hand. “Don’t be afraid, Chieko-neechan.”

Chieko nodded happily.

"Um..." Misako appeared beside them at some point, wearing a white apron and holding a plate of bright red shrimp. She had a blank, expressionless face. "I've finished cooking. Can we serve the food now?"

“Clean that place up too,” Hideaki said, pointing to the Japanese-style room. Then he said to Chieko, “Call the supermarket downstairs and tell them it’s closed for the day. Let them all come up for a big meal.”

The supermarket downstairs is under renovation on both sides, and the walls have been broken up, so it can't operate. We'll take this opportunity to have a get-together, then rest for another day, and the store upgrade will be completed the day after tomorrow.

Hideaki bought a lot of vegetables and seafood, and Riko and Chieko also bought a lot at the supermarket downstairs when they got home.

Misako remembered that Hideaki had mentioned having a get-together, so she prepared everything.

Five AV actresses, plus five people in debt, plus Riko, Chieko, and Hideaki, making thirteen people in total.

The small house was packed with chattering women, and tablecloths were placed on the floors of the living room, the Japanese-style room, and the children's room.

Hideaki, Riko, Chieko, Misako, and the more outgoing Ai Iijima sat in the living room.

The other eight are the floors of the Japanese-style room and the children's room.

The food was never the same again, and Xiuming moved around to find dishes he liked. He acted very casually, which made the overall atmosphere quite harmonious.

Under the lead of Riko and Chieko, everyone praised Misako's cooking skills, making Misako feel uncomfortable as if she had needles in her butt.

Xiuming realized a serious problem: the male-to-female ratio was severely imbalanced.

These women can't even lift a 100-pound bag of rice. How can the supermarket operate normally?

Does loading and unloading all depend on Mr. Miyamoto?

Ai Iijima said with a smile, "When Mr. Miyamoto was unloading the cargo, we stood next to him and cheered him on, which made him very happy."

Hiroaki had Riko sitting to his left, and everyone offered Chieko a seat on his right. Chieko refused and tried to pull Misako to sit with her, but Misako blushed and refused. In the end, Ai Iijima sat down.

"Yes, I'd be happy too, but would I even be able to get up the next day?"

Xiuming ate the fish that Riko had picked up for him in one bite, and continued, "Does anyone have a hardworking and capable man in their family, or a relative, friend, or boyfriend? Introduce him. You all know about the benefits, right? I'll add one more thing: when our company builds more employee housing, those who have worked for three years can apply to buy the house at an internal price lower than the market price. The discounts are even greater for dual-income families. Employees of the Future Game Development Company across the street are also included..."

This is just a brief overview; the specific plans still need further discussion.

Buy a few unfinished buildings, or directly buy finished communities at rock-bottom prices, then set up property rights and transaction restrictions, build a dedicated kindergarten-university integrated complex, community hospital, canteen... employees get discounts on their own consumption... in the future, the employees' entire families will be tied to this place, and the children will come to work here when they grow up.

"Long live!"

Ai Iijima suddenly jumped up, startling Hideaki, who slapped her on the butt and pointed to the corner of the TV room, saying irritably, "You go sit in that corner."

Ai Iijima didn't listen and said with a smile, "I dream of having my own house so I won't have to stay somewhere else anymore."

"Didn't you dream of studying in New York?"

"Everyone says that people who study abroad can find good jobs, which is why I wanted to go abroad. But now that I have a good job, I'm not going!"

Even if you go, you won't learn anything.

“Of course!” Ai Iijima said confidently. “I didn’t intend to learn anything at all. As long as I have a diploma from an American school, all companies will be fighting over me. Whatever I say goes.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re planning,” Hideaki said, tilting his head. “Misako-chan, you’ll teach her business marketing, supervise her studies, give her tests every week, and deduct 50,000 yen from her salary if she fails.”

"No...!" Ai Iijima wailed.

The cheerful atmosphere lasted until 11:30 p.m. It's not very safe for the ladies to get off work so late, since the trams and subways have stopped running and taxis are too expensive. Let's reimburse them!

Xiuming followed him downstairs, intending to hail a taxi on the roadside. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the gate, there were five taxis parked on the roadside.

Ichiro Shiraishi was sitting on the curb outside the front door of the car, smoking with his head down.

The other four drivers, who were about the same age as him, were also squatting down next to him.

“Oh, Mr. Shiraishi, what a coincidence,” Hideaki walked over and continued, “Did I kidnap your daughter?”

Ichiro Shiraishi, with a look that said, "I don't want to talk to you, you scum," stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, and asked, "Anyone want a taxi?"

Hitomi Shiraishi, who was next to Misako, shrank back, her face already flushed red even though she hadn't been drinking, and retreated to the back of the crowd.

Xiuming glanced at the crowd and figured it out too.

During the meal, Shiraishi Hitomi squatted next to the telephone, secretly asking if anyone needed a taxi and if there were any discounts available...

It seems everyone chose taxis, since five taxis arrived.

“They’re all sitting,” Xiuming said, taking out his wallet. “With so many people on the bus, is there a discount?”

"Are you kidding me?" Shiraishi Ichiro said, as if to say, "I'm already being very kind by not raising the price for you."

"Everyone, get on the bus! Tomorrow's a day off, we'll be back to work the day after!"

Xiuming was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore. After all, it was inappropriate to tease his daughter in front of a group of people. He would wait until the next time he rode in his car alone.

The employees said goodbye and got into the car one by one. After the taxi left, only Chieko, Ai Iijima, and Misako remained. Hideaki did not let Riko go downstairs.

“Let’s go too!” Ai Iijima said to Chieko and Misako in a familiar tone.

All three of them will be staying at the supermarket.

Chieko glanced at Hideaki secretly, nudged Misako, and said, "Um, Ms. Misako, why don't you go upstairs and help President Riko tidy up the kitchen? It's too tiring for her to do it all by herself. Um, Ai-chan and I are going back to the supermarket."

Misako didn't speak; her face, which was trying so hard to maintain an ascetic expression, turned bright red.

"We'll be going now," Chieko said, pulling the suspicious-looking Ai Iijima along. "See you tomorrow."

Chapter 142 Misako suspects you are abusing Riko

Misako followed behind Hideaki, looking down at his heels as they walked towards the apartment building.

It was already 11:55 p.m., and the streetlights on both sides of the community garden path had reduced their brightness to save electricity.

The surroundings were shrouded in a gray haze, and the only sound was Xiuming's footsteps.

Every step seemed to land on Misako's heart; her heart pounded so hard she could hardly breathe, and her muscles trembled slightly from the tension in her body.

As she walked into the building, she finally couldn't hold back any longer. She instinctively clutched her skirt, stole a glance at Xiuming's face, and whispered, "I... I've heard that things that are too... too easily obtained will... not be cherished."

All I can remember is that I asked him to help me move this morning, and I don't think we even said anything. Anyway, I can't remember... I just vaguely and inexplicably got won over.

Although he's handsome and has a very attractive physique... I've never seen such a great body in real life... but he's such a womanizer and such a jerk...

Eri was ruthlessly abandoned by him. Judging from Eri's words, it seemed that they had just slept together last night, and he fired her the next day.

He made no attempt to hide it.

From this perspective, it seems that whether Riko is home or not is irrelevant to this guy.

What happens next seems predictable.

“Don’t listen to their nonsense,” Xiuming pressed the elevator button, the elevator door opened, and he walked in, saying, “I don’t want what’s hard to get.”

"Wh...what?" Misako froze, raising her trembling hand to point at Hideaki's face, gritting her teeth as she said, "What...what do you mean?"

"I'm telling you, you're being dramatic." Xiuming reached out and blocked the elevator door. "Hurry up and come in, I don't have much patience."

"I...you!"

Misako hoped that Hideaki would soften his stance, make a gesture or promise, or even act cute, but he should at least say something nice to put her at ease... but he actually looked impatient.

Misako suddenly felt a surge of grievance welling up in her heart, rushing straight to her nose, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

She bit her lip tightly, gripped her thighs with both hands, and stared at Xiuming with wide eyes, stubbornly holding her ground against him.

"Aren't you coming in?" Xiuming asked. "If you're not coming in, I'm going upstairs."

Misako remained silent, biting her lip, her eyes wide open, tears already streaming down her pale cheeks.

She's still stubborn... Riko is so easy to bully, what if I give in and she takes advantage of me?

The situation is different now than just being coquettish. After all, things are about to get serious, and I'm not one to lie... She's never even been in a relationship, so she'll always have her fantasies. I can only give a few promises to Riko, not to anyone else.

The elevator beeped, indicating it had timed out.

Xiuming pulled his arm back from blocking the elevator door and pressed the button for the second floor. The elevator door slowly closed.

Misako's expression remained unchanged, and tears continued to stream from her wide-open eyes.

It's exactly 12 o'clock. I'm not going to manage my finances tonight. I'm going to focus on Misako Sakai and see what events she will "do" and "encounter" in the next 12 hours after she suffers a "blow".

After all, she is a rare talent. Speaking of which, her stubborn appearance is really heartbreaking... No, Riko is the true love, a family man who is chivalrous and tender at home, but heartless and unfaithful outside.

The motion-activated lights in the building's hallway had already been turned off, and as the elevator doors closed, the faint yellow light inside also dimmed.

At the last moment, Xiuming locked onto the target precisely...

Darkness descended from all around, and Misako stood frozen at the elevator entrance, her mind blank, her body seemingly falling with the approaching darkness.

The elevator stopped on the second floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened a crack, Xiuming pushed them open and hurriedly squeezed out, rushing into the fire escape stairwell like a mad bull, heading straight for the first floor.