Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

When the short hand of the alarm clock pointed to the number 2, the two returned to their previous posture of mutual dependence.

Although Riko still felt ashamed immediately after it was over and wanted to turn her back to him and hide her face, Hideaki, with his shameless spirit, did not give her the chance.

At this moment, Hideaki was still lying on his back, his left hand gently stroking Riko's neck and back.

Riko still rested her head on his arm, facing his chest, her cheek pressed against his heart, a few tears, like those from a wronged person, hanging on her slightly closed, trembling eyelashes.

"Are you alright?" Xiuming asked softly.

"Mmm..." Riko was as obedient as a puppy, tilting her head slightly and rubbing her cheek against her skin.

"Give me a good review."

"Ugh~"

Riko, whose breathing was already slightly disordered, almost choked.

Why does something so romantic, warm, and happy keep getting interrupted?

"No whining! This is a big deal about our future happiness, tell me now."

"My husband is the best! Thumbs up, I'm giving you a good review..."

Riko almost burst into tears again, and quickly buried her flushed face in his armpit.

My husband is so childish... but I'm so happy...

The "One Good" achievement has been achieved.

"Oh, by the way, this afternoon, Mrs. Sugita spent so much money on the dolls. She must be trying to tempt me into agreeing to work for her. Don't agree to her offer."

"Um…"

Do you know why I don't want you to work for her?

Riko shook her head with her big, innocent eyes wide open.

"Because I love brainless idiots like you the most, I don't want you out of my sight for even a day."

Riko blinked, stuck out her pink tongue, and rubbed her forehead against his chest to express her strange feelings.

"What do you think about your husband's decision, Riko-chan? Would you like to give me your opinion too...?"

"My husband is the best, I give you a good review..."

They've all learned to answer questions quickly.

Hideaki held her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her pink lips. "Riko-chan is the best too."

"Ugh~"

Riko couldn't bear the awkward posture and turned her face away.

As Hideaki reviewed the last piece of intelligence, was it this action that pleased her?

Something's not right. This action would only make her feel shy, so she covered her chest with her arms...

Xiuming paused for a moment, then decided to postpone the last one for now, as he was getting hungry.

"Riko-chan, there's a carton of milk that's about to expire in the fridge, right? I want to drink some milk."

"Oh dear, I forgot to bring it up. Shall I go downstairs and get it?"

"Don't take it, it's expired. I want to drink something fresh." Xiuming said, hugging Riko and shrinking into the tent.

"Ouch~"

……

The alarm clock's hour hand points to 3 a.m.

The two resumed their previous tender embrace.

As Hideaki gazed at the night sky, Riko rubbed her cheek against his chest.

"Riko-chan is so cute, there's no way I can resist. You'd better be prepared for surprise attacks from now on. I don't care if you agree or not. Would you agree?"

"Anytime is fine..."

"Really?" Hideaki was taken aback. "Then..."

"My husband is the best, I give you a good review."

Oh my, my little darling, I just can't put him down.

The "Three Good Achievements" have been achieved.

Congratulations! You have achieved "Extremely High Musical Skills"!

Xiuming quickly realized that his level of skill was such that... well, to "steal" a piece of music he had heard before and claim it as his own, he would need to learn the sheet music and the instrument a little more.

This isn't precise skill, it's talent! They've given you a mountain of gold; all that's left is to steal the key.

Miyuki-chan, have you decided how much royalties you'll give me? I've already stolen the title for you, "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon."

I value reputation like dirt; all I care about is money.

"Honey~" Riko tilted her chin up, "I... I always feel that even if I set my sights on becoming a musician, it would be very difficult to achieve, right? After all, I'm really not very smart."

"That's right! Give up on this dream! Continue with our dream of a plush toy shop. You may not be the smartest, but you're not clumsy with your hands. Practice makes perfect."

Riko paused, then nodded blankly, saying, "Okay..."

In fact, Riko's ultimate dream is to be a qualified, stable, and good wife.

As for the idea of ​​opening a doll shop, it was just a side thing. After all, as a good wife, one should learn needlework, and secondly, one should learn to make delicious dishes that Xiuming would praise.

Of course, it can be changed at any time if Xiuming requests it, after all, it is tiring to think when you are someone who lacks your own opinions.

Chapter 20 Mrs. Sugita's Visit

The two fell asleep around 4 a.m.

At 5:59:55 a.m., Xiuming seemed to sense something, and with his eyes still blurry, he touched the alarm clock, pointing his index finger at the alarm-off button.

Five seconds later, I gently pressed my index finger, and the alarm was turned off without making a sound.

He then withdrew his arm, turned to his side to embrace the sleeping Riko, and continued to sleep.

At 11 a.m., the shadow of the stairwell that had been covering the tent moved away, and the sunlight shone directly into the tent.

Xiuming woke up because of the heat.

Riko, nestled in his arms, was staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes; her eyes were very bright.

When Xiuming saw it, she quickly ducked her head and hid.

Perhaps because it was too hot inside the tent, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her smooth forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, radiating vitality.

After all, it's Oxford cloth with a waterproof and windproof polyurethane coating. When exposed to direct sunlight, it looks like a melon shed.

If you continue to stay in this temperature, you'll definitely get heatstroke.

Considering the harassment from debt collectors, Xiuming figured he wouldn't be able to leave the rooftop for the next few days, so he and Riko packed up the tent and other items, stored them in a corner of the pump room, and covered them with wooden planks to hide them.

After finishing his work, Xiuming's worries did not come to pass. He easily tore open the padlock, opened the fire door, and locked it again.

When you press the elevator button on the 22nd floor, the button's display numbers start from the 4th floor.

Could they be debt collectors?

After thinking about it for a moment, Xiuming realized that the guy had smashed the door and run away last night, so he shouldn't be that bold. Could it be that he transferred the accounts to a yakuza group?

Xiuming ran back to the rooftop and hid the golf club in the back of his shirt.

"Riko-chan, wait here for a moment, I'll go down and check."

Riko looked worried, grabbed Hideaki's clothes, and whispered, "Maybe we shouldn't go down."

"I have a strange face, I can fool everyone."

Hideaki comforted Riko, entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the 5th floor.

Of course, this is just a worst-case scenario. Logically speaking, lending companies shouldn't change hands so quickly.

Moreover, if the identity remains intact, it would be best to also use this face on loan sharks, since they can also serve as witnesses.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor. When Xiuming came out, he almost bumped into a lady in a kimono carrying a shopping basket as she entered the elevator.

Both of them were startled.

The woman almost jumped up, and the basket in her hand fell to the ground.

"Feel sorry!"

Xiuming didn't bother to take a closer look at what she looked like. He picked up the bamboo basket, stuffed it into her arms, then walked around her, hurriedly pushed open the fire door, and went into the stairwell.

It turned out to be just a false alarm.

Standing at the door is Mrs. Sugita, who must have hired Riko at a high salary!

Hideaki recalled the information he received last night when he locked onto Riko: Mrs. Sugita was visiting, which could be considered a premonition of the future.

She was still wearing that black kimono embroidered with silver threads, her high-coiled hair adorned with a silver hairpin, and platinum earrings. The hem of her kimono reached her ankles, and she wore white cloth socks and wooden clogs.

She has the perfect image of a noblewoman.

In her left hand, she carried a white women's cosmetics gift box, which looked very high-end and expensive. Was she bribing Riko?

In her right hand, she carried a delicate red tea box clearly labeled "Black Tea." Now that it's hot, drinking black tea can easily cause internal heat; everyone drinks green tea to reduce it.

Presumably, no one answered her knocking, and she was waiting for the elevator when the elevator doors happened to open.

Just as she was about to enter the elevator with the gift, Hideaki quickly spoke up: "Mrs. Sugita, what are you doing here...?"

It's not surprising that they knew her home address; Riko had already registered it when she was working part-time and had left her home phone number.

"Mr. Yamanaka?"

Ayako Sugita turned around, apologized to the people in the elevator, then turned back again, bowed deeply, and said, "Please forgive me for visiting without your permission."

It has to be said that her bust is really eye-catching. When she bends over, the front of her clothes falls down into an arc, and the heavy look is hard not to draw attention.

"Oh, it's okay. After all, my phone line is unplugged, so it's impossible to make a call."

Before she could speak, Hideaki walked to the elevator, pressed the "↑" button, and continued, "Are you looking for Riko-chan?"