Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Based on Riko's personality, Hideaki counted on his fingers and said, "She is gentle, tolerant, very understanding, very obedient, does whatever I say, and is very well-behaved. Even if I make unreasonable demands, she will do them even though she is ashamed."

Funakawa Yoshiko's fair face suddenly flushed crimson. She pulled the sheet over her face, leaving only her eyes, which shone with a mixture of anticipation and shame. She stammered, "What...what unreasonable request..."

“You’ll find out sooner or later,” Hideaki said, tearing open a sanitary napkin and tugging at the IV tube. “Ms. Umezu, please close the door.”

It seems she can't change it herself...

"what?"

Umezu Midori was taken aback, and upon seeing the sanitary napkin in Hideaki's hand, she instantly realized what he was about to do.

He's already admitted to having a wife, so why is this woman still acting like this?

Not only did she not show any signs of being subjected to violence, she even acted coquettishly... that must mean Mr. Hideaki is exceptionally outstanding.

After all, how could a man who does something like this not be outstanding? And he's so handsome too... Could we have misunderstood him? We're definitely misunderstood him!

The reason you yelled at me just now is because I did something wrong...

Umezu's face flushed instantly. She hurriedly placed the gift box beside the bed, then left the room, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she said, "I...I've closed the door. You...you can begin..."

in the room.

"who is she?"

What do you mean by "let's begin"...? Funakawa Yoshiko felt a surge of shame mixed with confusion. What a stylish, sexy woman... in a uniform... Just now, when she bent over, I couldn't even see her bottom through her neckline. I felt so inferior...

“My friend,” Xiuming said, pointing to the gift boxes scattered on the floor, “he heard you were sick and brought you so many gifts. He’s a nice guy, isn’t he?”

"Yes...yes, it's not bad...but...she...she and..." A sense of crisis welled up in Funakawa Yoshiko's heart, but she didn't dare to ask directly.

"What do you mean by that?" Xiuming glared and shouted, "My wife understands me very well, is very tolerant, and trusts me completely. You are far inferior to my wife. Don't disappoint me, okay!"

"I..." Funakawa Yoshiko was speechless, thinking that Hideaki was continuing to point her out, hoping she would become his ideal wife. However, she was also working towards that goal, but she still couldn't help feeling wronged and said softly, "It's normal to have a little doubt..."

"I don't want to lecture you anymore, figure it out yourself!" Xiuming still looked impatient, lifted the sheet, and continued, "Come on, change the diaper..."

"What?" Funakawa Yoshiko almost didn't react. After a moment of stunned silence, shame instantly overwhelmed her grievance. She quickly covered her head with the sheet and pressed her feet down on it, saying, "No, I really can't... I can't handle this... I can do it myself... Don't keep the guests waiting..."

"Get well soon and go home, hurry up!"

As Xiuming spoke, she washed her hands with warm water, took some cleaning solution, and lifted the bed sheet to put on her hospital gown, though the crotch area was already stained with blood… There was also a disposable bed sheet on the bed…

Xiuming had no choice but to ask the doctor for replacement items...

Funakawa Yoshiko gritted her teeth, making a grinding sound as she bit the bedsheet. She was embarrassed, but the uniformed woman at the door also created a strong sense of crisis. She hoped that this would let her know that their relationship was very close, that Hideaki-kun was married, and that she would back down...

After finishing his work, Hideaki massaged Funakawa Yoshiko's lower abdomen until the pain subsided. Then he opened the door and said, "Miss Umezu, let's go!"

"Husband!" Funakawa Yoshiko's heart pounded with alarm bells. Instinctively, she pulled back the sheet covering her head and quickly called out to assert her ownership. But after shouting, she didn't know what to say next, so she said, "Um... are you... are you coming back... I... I also have stomach aches tonight..."

“My wife never doubts whether I will come back. She will only say ‘have fun,’ ‘don’t stay out too long,’ ‘be careful,’ ‘come home early.’ You still have a lot to learn.”

Hideaki closed the door as he spoke, and then Funakawa Yoshiko's aggrieved voice came from behind the door: "Go home early...be careful..."

"Now that's more like a wife!" Xiuming grinned. "Since you've been working so hard, I'll continue massaging you tonight."

Umezu Midori didn't know how to interject from beginning to end. Anyway, it was Nagata's previous evaluation of Hideaki, which became even more valuable: He's such a scumbag...so arrogant...don't cheating always happen secretly? How could he be so shameless?

Back in the car, Xiuming got into the driver's seat.

Midori Umezu could only sit in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Hideaki as he turned the car key.

His profile is so handsome... Is this what gives him the right to be so blatant?

How could it be just his looks? There are plenty of guys who are more handsome than him.

That must be because of his considerate personality... After all, no woman could withstand such gentle and considerate care from him... He even rubbed her tummy to relieve pain, plus 900 points! No matter how handsome or rich someone is, they can't compare to him gently rubbing her tummy, giving her a massage, and even helping her change... It's absolutely killer...

The thought of her deranged husband, who hadn't been home for over a month and whose fate was unknown, chilled her to the bone. She had to keep a fruit knife under her pillow to feel at ease before going to sleep. Occasionally, she would pray with fear that her husband wouldn't come home, because she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't kill him.

I envy that woman so much. I wish I had a husband like that... I long to be treated gently by a husband like that...

It must be so wonderful to sleep in your husband's arms, right?

Xiuming suddenly turned his head, frowned, and asked, "Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something you want to say?"

Umezu Midori's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively looked away and asked in a low voice, "You...you already have a wife, why are you still...doing this?"

She couldn't find a suitable adjective, but the meaning was already quite clear.

I really want to know what Xiuming is thinking. Are all men like this?

That's so disappointing, but why can't I hate him? It must be because he was so good to that woman just now... so good that it made people jealous...

"Aren't all men like this?"

Xiuming looked completely at ease, his wide eyes filled with sincerity.

"My childhood dream was to be a great hero, but becoming a hero is very difficult. History books often say that heroes love beautiful women, and I want to learn from heroes! Of course, not every hero is worth learning from, and I have my bottom line. For example, you, although you are also beautiful and my type, your fashion sense is excellent, and your figure is very nice! But if you are married and have a husband, I will definitely stick to my bottom line and never break up someone else's marriage, let alone interfere in someone else's family. Um, are you single?"

While treating Funakawa Yoshiko, Hideaki couldn't help but think of Riko, Ayako, Chieko, and Misako. As a man who had already completed his "health regimen" and was full of energy, it was indeed a difficult time.

Even old sows have double eyelids...

We were all ready to welcome Ayako, but she didn't come. It's so disappointing.

The woman who took Ayako's place was only slightly smaller than Ayako in terms of measurements.

Her taste in clothing was absolutely amazing. She wore a button-down shirt with a gap between the buttons, and every time she looked down, the gap would appear to be visible. It wasn't that she was deliberately showing it, but it was just too noticeable. She also wore a half-cup green bra with a lace pattern.

Men really are visual creatures. Her outfit... a uniform... if she's also single... maybe she should just make do?

Even if it doesn't work out... I'm just killing time anyway!

After all, "no man can resist such temptation"...

Umezu Midori was speechless.

Just now, when Hideaki was talking to Funakawa Yoshiko in the ward, she discovered that Hideaki was not only shameless, but also full of twisted logic. She just didn't expect it to be so twisted. The way he spoke so confidently made her both angry and amused.

But what he said next made her heart pound, and only a few words echoed in her mind: "I'm his type," "My figure..." "My fashion sense..."

Xiuming's sudden question made her lie instinctively: "I'm single, my husband died a long time ago..."

She was startled as soon as she finished speaking.

I find it unbelievable that I would tell such a lie.

Why would I say that?

I'm going crazy, what am I expecting...?

But the thought of her husband's domestic violence and perverted behavior fills her with sorrow.

You've already reached your limit, haven't you?

He was prepared to die together with his opponent, and he had hidden more than one fruit knife under his pillow.

My nose suddenly felt sore, and I covered my face with my hands, tears streaming through my fingers.

Chapter 163 Doesn't having a dead husband mean you can start dating?

My husband has been dead for a long time... He must be very lonely.

What a coincidence, I'm quite lonely too, a loneliness that feels out of place in this world...

Xiuming eased off the accelerator, and the jeep, now driving through the lush green rice paddies, was no longer bumpy.

Umezu Midori kept her hands over her face, only crying and not speaking. The tears seemed endless, flowing from between her fingers, sliding down her fair hands to her wrists, and wetting a small patch of her cuffs.

A minute later, she was still crying, which immediately made Xiuming lose his temper.

One minute should have been enough time for her to calm down, but she just kept crying?

"So what if your husband died? Just find another one! What's with all the crying? You're so pathetic!"

As Xiuming spoke, he stepped on the gas, and the jeep shot off.

Umezu Midori, who was still covering her face and crying, fell backward onto the back of the seat due to inertia. Her hands were no longer covering her face. Perhaps because of the shock, her forearms were held together in front of her chest, and her knuckles were pressed against her tear-stained chin, each hand grabbing her collar.

Her eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, and she stared at Xiuming in a terrified expression.

“Now that my husband’s dead, I can start dating again,” Xiuming said, staring straight ahead and jerking the steering wheel. The jeep was going fast, and the mud and water splashing on the windshield were swept into two fan shapes by the wipers. Xiuming glanced at him sideways. “Like me, what are you still hesitating for?”

Umezu Midori remained in the same position, her forearms clasped together in front of her chest, her hands gripping her collar, still looking terrified, her eyes not even blinking.

She looked bewildered and incredulous, as if she were looking at a pervert... If a passerby saw her like this, they would think she had been kidnapped and coerced.

"You'd better stop acting like a victim." Xiuming turned around abruptly, glared, and snorted, "What a spoilsport!"

Umezu Midori's face flushed red quickly. She opened her mouth but made no sound. Then she lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips, and lowered her head. She slowly placed her hands on her knees, then slid them between her knees and clamped them between her legs.

She remained silent.

Xiuming was too lazy to continue this conversation with her, which was like "animal behavior in springtime".

However, she happened to be talking about "the death of her husband" and was crying, so I couldn't stand it and casually took on the task for myself.

That's all we can do. As for comforting her... everyone is so tired and busy, we're not children anymore.

The jeep sped through the rice paddies, and in just twenty minutes, it entered the county town. The jeep then slowly drove between the two- or three-story shops lining the street.

Umezu Midori kept her head down, her eyelashes fluttering, glancing at Hideaki's face out of the corner of her eye.

"Do I have a securities company on my face?" Xiuming said irritably, turning the steering wheel and looking out the window. "You keep glancing at me without doing anything or saying anything. I've put up with you for a long time."

Umezu Midori shuddered, quickly closed her eyes and turned her head away, her face flushed and contorted. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "Have you thought about your wife's feelings? I heard from Mr. Nagata that your wife cried when she found out you were with Funakawa Yoshiko. Not only did you not repent, you also scolded her."

Based on the identity I created, it seems that I am the same as Funakawa Yoshiko... It must be because he is too good to Funakawa Yoshiko that I was attracted to him.

Although Hideaki treats Funakawa Yoshiko very well, the most important thing is to look at his attitude towards his first wife.

After all, men always say that women outside are better than those at home... If he's not good to his wife, then I'll give up all hope.

I must shatter his aura, or I'll make a mistake...

Xiuming drove the Jeep toward the entrance of a small securities firm, casually pointed to the mobile phone under the windshield in front of the passenger seat, and asked, "Does that phone work?"

It was already noon. By now, Riko and Misako should both be awake. Chieko, being such a smart woman, must have explained things clearly. I wonder if she repeated what she said verbatim. Luckily, I got a phone call, so I'll call back.

"It works."

"I'll give you a number. Call it and ask for Riko."

"Shouldn't your wife be Tachibana-chan?" Although Midori Umezu already knew the truth from Mr. Nagata, she still wanted to hear how Hideaki would respond.