Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Whenever she experiences unbearable feelings, whether it's pain, shock, torment, or anything else, she always instinctively scratches her scalp with her hands to relieve them.

The fact that she is sleeping peacefully at this moment clearly indicates that she is not experiencing any pain.

A few minutes later, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She glanced around the bedroom with a slightly confused look, as if she remembered something. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, her gaze fell on Xiuming's face, who was still asleep with her eyes closed.

She stared blankly for a while, a conflicted look appearing in her eyes.

She had lied to him after all.

She has a husband... She has filed for divorce more than once, but he has always avoided it and even bribed relevant departments.

Although I no longer have any feelings for him, and I had been thinking about dying together with that perverted scumbag, and even prepared a fruit knife, I had fantasized more than once about stabbing him to death and then jumping off a building with my eyes closed...

But now she dares not, she can't bear to die...

Turns out, not all philandering men deserve to die. Xiuming is actually quite gentle and considerate...

I was just testing him to see if he had any violent tendencies, and he showed a strong aversion to it. He even punished me in a very shameful way. Anyway... although he's a bit bad, he's bad in a way that's likable.

Can't go back anymore.

But what about identity?

If Xiuming finds out that he is still married, he will definitely leave immediately without hesitation!

After all, he had said before that he wouldn't interfere in other people's marriages or get involved with any couples...

You must keep this from him and get a divorce as soon as possible.

If this causes Xiuming to leave me, I will definitely stab that man to death, chop his body into pieces, cook it, and feed it to the dogs...

Xiuming, who was fast asleep, felt a chill on his back and woke up with a start.

Umezu Midori's eyes darted around, her teeth clenched...

Something's not right... Xiuming tensed up, and asked tentatively with suspicion, "Are you not satisfied? Shall we continue?"

Chapter 165 How could you do this?

"And then... Umezu Midori's heart skipped a beat. Despite her exhaustion, she slid off Hideaki's back and reached for the clothes on the floor."

But just as she stretched out her arm, Xiuming suddenly turned around...

"No~" Umezu Midori trembled, her arm limply resting on Hideaki's shoulder. She forced back her shame and whispered, "Don't do it again, I'm so tired... so very tired..."

Are you emotionally exhausted?

Xiuming cupped her rosy cheeks in his hands, turned her head back to him, and looked directly into her evasive eyes. "Tell me what's on your mind, and we'll discuss it. If it's not too difficult, I'll help you out. If it's too difficult, then we'll have to break up."

Umezu Midori's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and her evasive gaze suddenly glanced upwards, revealing that cat-like, probing look. She then fell silent again.

This has almost become an unspoken understanding...

In fact, Midori Umezu is not like this in real life; it's just that she instinctively becomes like this in Hideaki's presence.

It's like not taking initiative or refusing, letting Hideaki do whatever he wants, until the worst happens, that can psychologically alleviate the guilt weighing on your heart.

She knew it wouldn't alleviate the problem at all; it was just a form of self-hypnosis, a way of deceiving herself.

Of course, at this moment, this method was very effective in making her forget her worries...

Xiuming keenly realized from her reaction that she definitely had something on her mind.

How could she cry like that... Of course, whether it's Riko, Chieko, or Misako, they will also shed tears, but those are tears of happiness, with smiles on their lips.

The way Umezu Midori cried was abnormal. It was mainly because of her eyes. When they were clear, they were mixed with feelings of guilt and sadness. Even when she was in a daze, she blurted out, "Hideaki-kun, I'm sorry."

It's absolutely terrifying...

What did she do to wrong me?

Did you scam me out of money? No...

You tricked me emotionally? I never invested any feelings... It was just a game, everyone was happy as long as they were having fun...

You tricked me into having sex? There was no trickery involved; it was all consensual, a mutual exchange of bodies...

It's probably nothing serious, but her frantic behavior, stemming from deep-seated worries, is an insult to "love."

A perfect journey is one where you open your heart and are honest with each other.

"Keeping your worries bottled up inside will be unbearable, and you'll have a mental breakdown."

Xiuming leaned close to her pink ear, brushed her flushed cheeks aside with his nose, and whispered tentatively, "I heard you say sorry to me. What did you say to me? Tell me why. We're in this kind of relationship now, don't you trust me? Maybe I don't mind at all!"

"You're a scumbag who'll abandon people at any moment... a dozen lovers... and not a shred of trust..." Umezu Midori closed her eyes tightly, wrapping her pale arms, glistening with a fine layer of sweat, around Hideaki's neck. "I... I have nothing on my mind... even if I did, I wouldn't tell you..."

After that, whenever Hideaki brought up the topic of "heartache," Umezu Midori would not answer, biting her lip tightly and only exhaling hot breath from her nostrils, until her eyes rolled back and she still wouldn't say anything.

"You're really good at holding back!" Xiuming held a glass of warm water to her lips, then had to massage her to restore her energy before continuing to try and get more information out of her. "I was just trying to help you out of kindness, why don't you appreciate it?"

Umezu Midori forced herself to sit up, took a couple of sips of water, then slumped back onto the tatami mat, looking utterly defeated and unmoved. She said, slightly out of breath, "My leg just cramped up, it hurts a lot… could you massage it for me…"

Xiuming grabbed her left leg in an annoyed manner, pulled it up, then grabbed her toes, pinched the sole of her foot, and pressed it down on her head, making her gasp in pain.

That's just maliciously avoiding the topic; let yourself be anxious!

Of course, if I could pinpoint the reason, I'd probably know, but that would feel like maliciously invading someone's privacy. It's just a temporary relationship with her; there's no need to waste time on her. It's more practical to save the opportunity to make money… But we're in a village now, and the stock exchange in the county town is closed at night, so it seems like I can't make any money… So, I'll just "maliciously infiltrate" her. I have no morals, I don't care…

As Xiuming massaged the soles of her feet, he secretly thought to himself, then turned on the bedroom light.

"Ah~ no, don't turn on the light..." Umezu Midori whispered, grabbing the blanket that was still on the floor and then covering her head with it. A muffled sound came from under the blanket again, "Stop massaging my feet, give me my clothes..."

I really don't understand these women; they always feel so ashamed afterward that they want to disappear into the ground.

"Your face covered up like this is getting me all excited again..."

Xiuming then grabbed her other foot.

The door was suddenly pulled open, and Funakawa Yoshiko froze in the doorway. Her eyes were wide open, as if she were in a daze, lifeless, and her face was as white as the paper on the door.

"Miko-chan, why do you walk so quietly?" Hideaki casually got up, pulled the blanket over Midori Umezu, and quickly tucked her legs, which were not covered, under the blanket.

Hideaki looked around for his clothes, putting them on as he asked, "Miko-chan, you still have a fever, right? Drink more hot water, get some rest, and don't stay up late."

Oh, time flies. It's been a long, winding road, with ups and downs, and I've been taking breaks and rests... It's already 10 p.m.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, and Funakawa Yoshiko collapsed onto the floor. Her body stiffened, and she turned away from the room, head bowed, body hunched, hands covering her face, sobbing, "How could you do this…"

"What can I do?" Xiuming said while putting on his clothes. "I just made a mistake that all men in the world make, and my wife is very understanding and considerate of me. Why can't you understand?"

Funakawa Yoshiko slowly raised her head, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out, her swollen eyes filled with blankness.

It seems there's no reason to refute such rhetoric.

Xiuming continued getting dressed.

From under the covers, a pale arm stretched out, a slender hand groping on the floor for clothes...

Xiuming used his foot to push the scattered clothes to her side, and she grabbed the clothes and pulled them into the quilt with a "whoosh".

Funakawa Yoshiko's blank gaze fell on the blanket, and she asked in a tearful voice, "You like her, don't you?"

Like it? Who knows! Xiuming replied in his heart, and said loudly, "I already said it was just a small mistake. I know it was a mistake, so I will change it. As for when I will change it, you have to give me time. No one can change a bad habit all at once!"

Funakawa Yoshiko was stunned again. Did what Hideaki said have anything to do with her question? It seemed somewhat related; he said he would change…

Then, Xiuming's previous answer came back to her mind, and she covered her face and cried, "How could I possibly understand and sympathize with something like this? You're cheating on me!"

She thought Xiuming was referring to her as that woman.

What can I do?

Xiuming fastened his belt, shrugged, and said, "You're sick, so I'm giving you a massage. Do you know how agonizing it is for me to be attracted to you while I'm massaging you? But you're on your period, so I can't exactly go all out, that would be extremely irresponsible of your health. I'm just concerned about you."

“You…” Funakawa Yoshiko pointed at Hideaki with a trembling hand, her lips quivering as she said, “You, are you an animal? Just… just a few days, and you can’t even endure it?”

"I have needs too~ How can I possibly hold back my emotions when they come? Can't you even think about me? Is it so hard to understand and be considerate like this? How can you be so selfish?"

“If you have a need, you can tell me!” Funakawa Yoshiko cried. “Why didn’t you tell me? If you had told me, I could have helped you! You’re cheating on me! And you’re making up all sorts of shameless excuses!”

"Didn't I just say it was just a small mistake? I'll change it. What more do you want? We haven't even registered our marriage. Is this cheating? At most, it's just infidelity. If you can't accept it, then break up. Anyway, my wife can accept it. She even told me to be careful and come home early."

Funakawa Yoshiko's crying face froze instantly. She turned her head to face the bulging blanket.

Umezu Midori was still wearing her clothes under the covers.

Funakawa Yoshiko stood up expressionlessly, her face as white as ice. She took two steps to the side of the blanket, clenched her fists at her sides, and said in a sinister tone, "Leave my husband right now, or I'll kill you. I mean what I say."

Hideaki frowned. If she continued her yakuza career, it seemed possible to get Yagami to make a move... In that case, he would have to cut ties quickly and report her.

The rustling of the blanket paused, then continued for a while, before it was pulled back.

After getting dressed, Midori Umezu stood up without a trace of fear on her face, stepped off the tatami mat, and faced Yoshiko Funakawa.

The two are about the same height, but Midori Umezu's bust is much larger than Yoshiko Funakawa's, making Yoshiko Funakawa appear somewhat weak.

"impossible!"

With an equally cold expression, Umezu Midori leaned closer to Funakawa Yoshiko. "Is he your husband? Isn't his wife named Riko? Did you change your name?"

Funakawa Yoshiko's cold face froze again, and she turned her stiff head toward Hideaki.

Tonight I need to keep an eye on Funakawa Yoshiko. I can't rule out the possibility she'll sneak into my room under the cover of darkness and... well, she might even take care of Umezu Midori...

Speaking of which, Funakawa Yoshiko really looks like she'd kill someone, so why isn't Umezu Midori afraid at all?

I'm starting to worry. How could a working professional like her disregard her own safety? Did she just think it was a threat? She's too naive.

Xiuming feigned surprise and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't I told you about my wife many times? She is gentle, kind, understanding, and considerate of me, and doesn't mind my infidelity."

A bitter smile appeared on Funakawa Yoshiko's frozen face. "You're already married... Your wife is Riko... Oh, I see..."

Umezu Midori lowered her eyes and trembled slightly before continuing, "One of my female employees, Tachibana, is in a similar situation to you. She also entered into a relationship with him without knowing it, and was heartbroken when she found out she had been deceived. She's currently in a cooling-off period after the breakup. Do you want to cool off too?"

Xiuming secretly gave it a thumbs up and interjected, "That's a great idea!"

Funakawa Yoshiko gave Hideaki a cold look, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Xiuming grabbed her wrist. "You're not going to commit suicide, are you?"

"I'll kill you before I commit suicide!" Funakawa Yoshiko turned around, her face flushed, glared at Hideaki, flung her hand away, stomped the floor, and left.

Xiuming breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had overthought things; her expression definitely wasn't about wanting to die or anything like that.

"You still have the mood to drink water?" Midori Umezu glanced at Hideaki with cat-like eyes, her gaze filled with surprise and disbelief. "Aren't you going to go after him and comfort him?"