Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

As the back door closed, perhaps unable to bear the excruciating pain, they both stopped simultaneously in unison.

The driver's cab and the rear cab are completely separated; from the inside, it looks like a van.

Funakawa Yoshiko bit her lower lip tightly and stared intently at Hideaki with her red and swollen eyes. Her eyes were filled with grievance and anger, and her white teeth, which were grinding against her pink lips, looked as if she were tearing at Hideaki's flesh.

"Don't look at me like that, it's kind of scary."

Xiuming was in a good mood. Although it hurt a little when she pinched him, he knew his grip was stronger and her skin was more delicate, so it would hurt her more.

"You're not a man, you have no gentlemanly manners whatsoever..."

Funakawa Yoshiko gritted her teeth and whispered to Hideaki, "I won't let you get away with this... I won't pay back a single penny of the money you lent me..."

"Then you can wait and talk to my lawyer."

Xiuming felt sleepy and didn't want to say anything more. He changed to a more comfortable position, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

Katsuya Yagami has already dealt with Ichiro Fukai and can now get a good night's sleep.

As for Funakawa Yoshiko, let's keep an eye on Kenichiro tomorrow at noon! After gathering information, we can then decide whether to cooperate with her, abandon her, or get rid of Kenichiro.

Having had the experience of hiring someone to commit murder, it seems there's no going back... I'm a law-abiding citizen, I solve the problems of tens of thousands of people, I'm a major taxpayer... I have nothing to fear...

"Snapped!"

"What's wrong?" Xiuming opened his eyes with a start and looked around. "I think I heard gunshots."

With a face that looked like she was trying not to laugh and was about to cry, Funakawa Yoshiko said, "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

Then she covered her flushed face, lay down on the coffin, and cried loudly, her sobs sounding very strange.

Xiuming felt his face getting hot and numb, and asked suspiciously, "Did you slap my face?"

Funakawa Yoshiko didn't respond, and instead swung her shoulder, shoving Hideaki aside.

Xiuming is pretty sure now. He accidentally fell asleep. There's nothing he can do about it. He's been going to bed late for several days in a row and has been doing so much physical labor... But getting slapped for no reason is still pretty painful!

Just as Xiuming was about to do something to her as she stuck out her round buttocks, he suddenly realized that the car was driving on the highway.

At 3:30 a.m., there was no traffic jam on the highway, and we drove very fast.

"Where are we going?" Hideaki asked, surprised. "Aren't we in Tokyo?"

"Going to my hometown in Fukushima."

Funakawa Yoshiko's crying paused, a hint of guilt in her voice. It seemed to be because she hadn't informed Hideaki of the situation and had taken the liberty of bringing him along.

The car sped along, and it should arrive in three hours, just as dawn broke.

The funeral will last two days, with a half-day vigil, followed by a farewell cremation ceremony, then the burial, and finally a banquet…

"Give me the phone!" Xiuming said irritably. "I need to call my family. You woman, don't expect me to be nice to you anymore. You're really awful."

It doesn't seem to cause any major delays. If the goal is to make money in the stock market, there's a stock exchange in Fukushima.

Both the supermarket and the company are under renovation; it will take at least four or five days.

Tomorrow, Daisuke will be bringing in twenty or thirty employees. If Riko can't handle it all, Misako and Chieko can help.

As for the game development company, Shota is really good.

As for Ezaki's Yamagai Group, since Fukai Ichiro is gone, there's nothing more to it.

There are no telephones here.

"If you slap me again, I'll spank your butt."

Xiuming warned her once, then leaned back in his seat and continued to sleep.

Chapter 156 Eat Well and Sleep Well

The car sped along the coastal expressway and arrived in the Hamadori area at dawn. In another ten minutes or so, we would reach our destination, Namie Village.

The route also passes by a nuclear power plant built in 1967, and parts of Namie Town will become one of the evacuation areas in the event of a nuclear accident.

The convoy bumped along the rural road, flanked by rice paddies reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, where many farmers were planting rice seedlings in the shimmering water.

On the ridges and slopes overgrown with weeds, patches of unnamed little white flowers sway in the wind.

Is this what they call "returning to one's roots"?

Xiuming rolled down the car window, a cool breeze blowing in, carrying a fishy smell. "I have to say, I'm quite envious of the old man. He can return to his roots and has such a beautiful young wife like you to keep vigil. He's lived a worthwhile life."

"Then you might as well die now, and I'll keep vigil for you."

Funakawa Yoshiko rubbed her bottom, her face not looking too good. She had been sleeping soundly in the chair when Hideaki slapped her awake.

“When we get there, get me some food first, then arrange a room for me to sleep,” Hideaki said, ignoring her sarcastic tone. “When we get back to Tokyo, you can talk to the old man’s lawyer yourself.”

The old man's dying promise was that if they didn't register their marriage, he would have to donate 100 billion yen to a charity foundation. In Hideaki's eyes, it was utter nonsense, and he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it. Did the law firm really dare to sue him?

A dozen minutes later, the convoy drove into a small village with rows of wooden houses and courtyards. There were children playing in the mud and catching insects with their bare bottoms by the roadside. Some children even chased after the car, running and shouting things like "We're going to have a big meal!"

Masataka Oki's courtyard was the largest in the village. A group of people were gathered at the entrance, it seemed like most of the village had come. It seemed that the former gang leader was quite good to the villagers.

There weren't many members of the "Dongzhou Society" who came with the car, and they didn't appear too ostentatious.

After all, this was his hometown, and the villagers all thought that Masataka Oki was a legitimate businessman who ran a company in the city. Kenichiro would then return to the Tokyo headquarters to hold a grand funeral and, incidentally, to carry out his coronation ceremony and announce his arrival to the world.

At this moment, Kenichiro finally fulfilled his duty as a "filial son," donning mourning clothes and carrying the coffin to lay the body to rest...

Of course, he was stunned when he saw Xiuming. He thought Xiuming was just accompanying him out of the hospital to make a show of it, but he didn't expect him to come all the way to his hometown.

Xiuming gave him a look of condolence and said that he came to the funeral because he considered him a friend. After all, how could he ignore the death of a friend's father?

As for why he sat in the same carriage as Yoshiko Funaka, it was because he was also friends with Hideaki Yamanaka.

My friend has to leave urgently, and as his wife, I should at least take care of him!

Kenichiro's mind was a bit confused, but since all the villagers in his hometown were acquaintances and elders, and he had to entertain them, it wasn't convenient for him to ask any more questions. He simply told them to "eat and drink well" or something like that.

Funakawa Yoshiko rolled her eyes as she listened.

A very traditional funeral in the countryside, with monks invited to chant sutras.

Each chanting session lasts two hours, including offering incense and paying respects, and continues for a full day and night. This is just the beginning; the coffin will also be opened to view the body, etc...

Hideaki borrowed 500 yen in cash from Funakawa Yoshiko, put it in a white envelope, and after offering incense, went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was bustling with villagers and older women. Xiuming exchanged a few polite words with them, saying that he was very hungry and needed something to eat.

The older women were very enthusiastic towards Xiuming, holding his hand and asking him about his well-being as if he were the one whose father had died.

They prepared red bean glutinous rice, grilled salmon, stewed herring, various vegetarian miso soups and stews for him, and he also drank a large bowl of steaming taro soup. All of these were brought spontaneously by the villagers and neighbors, embodying the spirit of "mutual assistance".

We were definitely full and satisfied; we ate three red bean glutinous rice balls alone.

Seeing how much Xiuming was eating, the older women probably thought the child was starving, so they forced him to eat a third red bean glutinous rice ball.

Xiuming thought it was hard to refuse such kindness, so he swallowed it down. But the aunt handed him a fourth one, and he really couldn't eat anymore. But the aunt kept stuffing it into his mouth, so he could only bite it down, clutching his stomach which felt like it was about to explode, and thanked her and said goodbye one by one.

As soon as I left the kitchen, I spat out the rice ball and stuffed it into my pocket. It was a token of the aunties' kindness; let me help myself digest before eating it again.

While strolling around the courtyard to digest my food, I noticed Kenichiro's Mercedes driver's cell phone and borrowed it.

You should call home at this time.

It was already 9 a.m., and Riko should have been downstairs long ago, so I dialed the supermarket's landline.

Hitomi Shiraishi answered the phone.

"Ah~ Hideaki, Mr. Hideaki, please give me your instructions."

She seemed frightened, speaking cautiously and haltingly.

After asking a few simple questions, Hideaki was told that Riko, Misako, and Chieko had gone to inspect the renovations of various branches in Ichiro Shiraishi's taxi.

Hitomi Shiraishi even changed her father's title to "Mr. Shiraishi," thinking that Hideaki didn't know that Ichiro Shiraishi was her father.

Hideaki was too lazy to expose her, and asked Ai Iijima what she was doing.

After all, she's the youngest, loves to play, and has a bit of an Eri vibe. If she also misbehaves, then the only option is to send her to do variety shows and debut as the "Thong Queen."

Fortunately, Ai Iijima was studying. Misako had arranged a marketing management study plan for her and even provided her with a course schedule so that she could obtain a diploma and take self-study exams.

Xiuming briefly explained that he "wouldn't be going home for the next two days".

Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly remembered the way Shiraishi Ichiro always looked down on her. He was probably worried that his daughter would be kidnapped. So she decided to put more pressure on him and immediately asked, "Ms. Shiraishi, what do you think of me?"

"Ah~ what? Uh... I..." Shiraishi Hitomi gasped softly, seemingly trying to hide her embarrassment, and whispered, "I, I think... Mr. Hideaki, is, is very good..."

"I also think Ms. Shiraishi is very nice, both elegant and generous. If you wore a teacher's uniform and glasses, you would look just like my first love in middle school, my super sexy English teacher."

"..." Only silence and heavy breathing remained on the other end.

"How about I treat you to dinner? Would you accept the invitation?"

"Uh... that... it's..."

"It's okay, there are still two days. Think about it first, and I'll let you know when I get back."

She probably wouldn't dare accept it, right? After all, her father is constantly watching her.

“Okay…” Shiraishi Hitomi asked softly, “Um… Mr. Hideaki… what color frames do you like?”

"The one with the red half-frame, I think, should be quite... uh?"

Xiuming casually replied, then suddenly paused. Wait a minute! Did she agree? This isn't right! Isn't she afraid of being caught and beaten by her father? What if he disowns her?

But before Xiuming could finish speaking, the other end of the phone hung up.

Whatever! I don't care!

Hideaki was too lazy to think about it anymore, so he called Ezaki, who answered quickly.

"Hello?" Perhaps due to several days of continuous busyness, Ezaki's voice sounded a little tired.

"You know your backyard is on fire?" Xiuming said softly.

"Wasn't it taken care of by my man?" Ezaki's tired voice turned flippant.

"I miss you." It was quite funny when I talked to Ayako on the phone before. "When are you coming back?"

After a moment of silence, Ezaki asked, "Are you out of things to say?"

"I really miss you, I miss your butt."