Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

I suddenly developed a fever in the middle of the night, and my throat felt like it was on fire. It was sore and dry, and it felt like ants were crawling all over my bones. I felt uncomfortable all over, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, and I kept having nightmares. I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Then Xiuming crawled out of bed, put on his clothes, and said something I couldn't hear clearly before running into the heavy rain...

I was really desperate back then, and I felt like I wouldn't live to see today.

I don't know how much time passed, but I was vaguely awakened by Xiuming. It seemed that he pinched my mouth and made me take some pills and drink a bowl of porridge.

Then he stripped her naked again, took a towel and wiped her body haphazardly, and then he pressed her body haphazardly with his hands.

It turns out he went to the village clinic to buy medicine. He must have been very anxious at that time.

No one has ever been this kind to me before, I was so touched I cried. I think my crying annoyed him, and he slapped me... and then I drifted off to sleep again...

Oh no! I think I went too far just now.

How to do?

Feeling guilty, Funakawa Yoshiko used her elbows to prop herself up slightly, the blanket covering her pink neck slipping down a little to reveal her smooth shoulders and deep collarbones. Then, a full curve held the blanket up, preventing it from slipping down any further.

She raised her slender eyebrows, glanced at Xiuming's position, pursed her lips, her face already flushed red, and said in a guilty whisper, "Where are my clothes...where are my clothes?"

After she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her body, shrank her neck, and her wide, almond-shaped eyes trembled incessantly, whether from guilt or shyness.

Never mind, let's blame him for now!

I really don't know how to apologize to him.

Are you blind?

Xiuming also tilted his head back, pointed to the door and said, "Isn't it hanging over there? Don't talk to me now, I want to sleep, I'm annoyed by you!"

Under the Japanese-style eaves that sheltered the door from the rain, a clothesline was strung up, with Funakawa Yoshiko's black kimono, white socks, sash, pillow, and other items, as well as Hideaki's clothes, pants, and shoes, all hanging on the clothesline.

Last night, Hideaki also guessed that Funakawa Yoshiko had a fever, after all, the intelligence had already given a warning, and besides, she hadn't eaten for a day and two nights.

Actually, it's quite easy to borrow some hot water, food, and fever reducers from a neighbor's house. After all, the aunties in the kitchen are very friendly during the day and have even extended invitations.

But it was raining heavily outside, my clothes were soaked, and I didn't have any rain gear, so I didn't want to go out. I was just hoping for the best. Information is also based on probability. It's just that there's a 99% chance of getting a fever. What if I happen to be one of the 1% who doesn't get a fever? Even if I do get a fever, I can just tough it out and make it until tomorrow morning, right?

But to my utter surprise, the fever came on so suddenly, and then she got her period... So annoying...

There were not only older women next door, but also older women and young wives... Of course, it wasn't from them that I got it; they wouldn't give it to me.

They did provide the location of the village store, but they almost smashed the store's door and had to pay 5000 yen in compensation.

Funakawa Yoshiko froze. The words "I'm annoyed with you" echoed in her mind more than a dozen times. Her nose stung, and her initial guilt was instantly filled with grievance and sadness.

"Is that what I meant?"

Funakawa Yoshiko shouted, suddenly sitting up, clenching her fists, and swinging her snow-white arms to pound Hideaki's buttocks through the blanket, crying as she yelled, "How could it be hanging there? Wasn't it on me? You didn't ask me, you just...you just...you have to take responsibility...you have to take responsibility..."

"Are you showing off your great figure to me?" Xiuming said irritably.

To avoid being hit, he turned his buttocks up, then twisted his upper body backwards and propped his face up with his arms.

He's really courting death. He had a fever last night and hadn't fully recovered yet, and this morning he's showing off his bare chest, all naturally trembling.

Funakawa Yoshiko's aggrieved expression froze. Her eyes followed her head as she lowered it, then she closed her eyes tightly. Her flushed face scrunched up, and she gripped the blanket with both hands, lifting it up with trembling hands and then covering her head with it. She sat there, completely covered by the blanket, head and body.

It's still cold sitting like this; Xiuming's legs are sticking out.

I reckon she'll continue to have a fever all day and night. If she gets nauseous and vomits and can't eat, she'll need an IV... And also, it's her period, so her lower abdomen will probably be cramping, right? Ugh, I'll have to massage her again...

I've never taken care of Riko like this before, but she's already enjoying it.

Xiuming was furious at the thought. She sat up and yelled, "You brainless woman, don't you even know what modesty is? Lie down right now and take your medicine! Are you trying to die?"

Funakawa Yoshiko remained covered by the blanket, so that not even the tips of her hair could be seen. Then, without a sound, she slowly lay down, motionless like a corpse.

However, the blanket covering her upper body had a distinct curve and was noticeably undulating.

The clothes on the clothesline weren't dry yet, but Xiuming had asked the shop owner for two sets of old clothes last night: a black and white striped men's kimono and a brightly colored women's kimono covered in red flowers, which were the owner and his wife's wedding dresses from ten years ago.

However, due to marital discord, the proprietress ran away, so the proprietor had no regrets and sold it to Hideaki for 20000 yen.

Xiuming brought it in a plastic bag.

He couldn't sleep now. The area covered by the blanket was damp from Funakawa Yoshiko's wet clothes last night. But if he crawled to the other side now and tried to squeeze in with her, he'd probably get kicked out.

Then Hideaki crawled out of bed, tore open the plastic bag on the cupboard, took out a black and white striped kimono, and put it on as if no one else was around.

I've never worn a kimono before...

Although men's kimonos are much simpler than women's kimonos, they are still very formal and consist of many parts. They require wearing three layers: a close-fitting cotton undershirt, a long inner lining that is stain-resistant and absorbent, a formal outer robe, an obi (belt), an outer jacket, and trousers. Hakama (traditional Chinese kimono) must also be worn over the obi, wrapped around the waist, and tied in a knot on the side.

"What a nuisance!" Xiuming rolled up some of the unworn parts, threw them on the floor, and stomped on them.

A corner of the quilt on the tatami mat next to them was lifted, revealing one of Funakawa Yoshiko's peeking eyes. When Hideaki glanced over, the corner of the quilt "whooshed" down and was covered up again.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome man dressed up before?" Hideaki casually tightened his obi, then kicked the remaining kimono parts onto the tatami mat, picked up an umbrella, opened the door, and continued, "There's still some porridge in the lunchbox, it's kept warm, eat it if you're hungry, don't forget to take your medicine, there's also hot water there, I'm going to the convenience store to return the umbrella, and borrow a blanket while I'm at it."

There's a landline in the convenience store. Call Riko and ask her how she spent last night.

Anyway, I had a really tough time last night:

In that situation, using that method to massage and improve blood circulation for that woman, her whole body was as limp as compressed mud; she really suffered terribly.

The intention was to reduce the fever and treat the illness, and there was no lewd thought involved, but the scene was just too beautiful.

Upon suddenly noticing a pool of red on the ground, I almost didn't react at first, as it was the first time I had ever seen such a bloody scene.

Fortunately, even though I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs run, and besides, there's also a "professional massage technique".

After all that busy work, my enthusiasm was dampened by a bucket of cold water.

However, it's not without its advantages: the health regimen I've been thinking about can finally be put into practice.

At 7:30 a.m., the gray clouds were getting thinner and thinner, leaving only a few drops of rain.

However, the temperature was still a bit cool, and the sea breeze kept blowing into the loose kimono with its gaps hanging down.

The small shop is a small, pointed-roof wooden structure located at the entrance of the village, with a bus stop nearby and facing lush green rice paddies where tractors are planting rice.

Several primary school students carrying yellow backpacks, swinging umbrellas and wearing rain boots, were splashing in the puddles in front of the convenience store while waiting for the bus.

The bus is waiting at the bus stop.

Kids have such great focus; even after the bus had left, they were still playing in the water. They look so serious; they must be doing very well in their studies, right?

The convenience store was already open, and the owner, Nagata, who was in his fifties, was leaning on the counter, squinting at the elementary school students playing, and yawning.

That old man is really mean; the bus drove off without him even giving a heads-up.

The convenience store sells basic daily necessities such as cigarettes, alcohol, candy, soy sauce, and vinegar. Of course, it also has various snacks for children, as well as small toys and the like...

Xiuming greeted him, saying he needed to make a phone call and asked if he could also make him a cup of instant noodles, for which he would pay.

Boss Nagata was thoroughly tormented by Hideaki last night and couldn't be bothered with him. He waved his hand, indicating that as long as he was paid, he was fine with anything...

I continued to call the supermarket.

It rang five times before Chieko answered.

"Where's Riko?" Hideaki asked.

"She... um..." Chieko paused, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading, and asked, "Shumei-kun, are you going to marry another woman?"

Last night, two people from a charity foundation came to the store, bringing gifts, designer bags, and even cash... They then begged Riko not to divorce Hideaki, and preferably to stop him from seeing Funakawa Yoshiko, etc.

Furthermore, they said they could provide private investigators to collect evidence of Hideaki's infidelity, hoping that Riko could control Hideaki and make him hesitant to divorce her... It was incredibly humble and despicable.

Riko was stunned for a long time. Her first thought was: Hideaki wants to divorce her and marry another woman.

As for the requests from the foundation, how could she possibly handle such a thing?

Also, who is Yoshiko Funakawa?

When Xiuming called yesterday, he only said he had something to do and wouldn't be coming home, without saying what it was about...

Already feeling insecure, she ran into her room and started crying.

Misako's condition was more serious than Riko's. Like a zombie, she sat next to Riko, staring blankly at her, without moving or even blinking.

Although Chieko was also shocked, she was quite resilient. She immediately picked up the phone and dialed Kenichiro's driver's cell phone. She dialed more than ten times, but no one answered.

She felt a little uneasy, but seeing Riko and Misako in such a state, she couldn't let herself be discouraged. She could only suppress her sadness and rack her brains to comfort them, and she didn't sleep well all night.

"Is this the first day you've met me?" Hideaki was speechless and said irritably, "Let Riko answer the phone!"

It's just a trip outside, right? You were easily swayed by a few words from someone? That's a complete lack of trust in me!

Luckily, I called her.

Chapter 159 Game Freak Studios Moves In

Riko cried so hard last night that she just fell asleep this morning.

The way she cried herself to sleep was so pitiful, giving off a feeling that "there is no one more pitiful than her in the world" and "my experience is nothing compared to hers".

Misako sat there motionless all night, neither crying nor making a fuss, which was unsettling to watch.

Chieko, considering that Riko suffered from depression and worried that she might do something extreme, pressed her down onto Riko's bed. Riko did not resist and remained in whatever position she was in. Then Chieko had the sleeping Riko act as her body pillow.

Misako seemed touched by Riko's pitiful appearance and wiped away a tear from the corner of Riko's eye.

Then the two of them fell asleep with their foreheads touching.

Chieko finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the supermarket was not yet open for business, she couldn't neglect her forty-odd employees, so she went downstairs to the supermarket without taking a break.

"Then wait until they wake up and then relay the message for me."

Xiuming had mixed feelings about their situation; he was slightly touched, but mostly annoyed.

These two women have such poor resilience; it's just a rumor.

Xiuming firmly believed and was certain that, given his behavior, even more rumors would reach the ears of everyone around him in the future.

With his current earning power, and being described by many as "handsome," "having a great physique," and "young and energetic," he is bound to be coveted or envied by many.

After all, "men are not immune to temptation," and "all men in the world make the same mistakes."

Their suicidal behavior put Xiuming under some psychological burden.

How can they fly free after that? We must make them strong inside.