Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Xiuming didn't look and continued to eat voraciously with his head down. He choked a little and reached for his water glass.

Yoshioka Ken kept a close eye on Hideaki's expression the whole time, and when he saw that Hideaki wanted to drink water, he quickly gestured to Mie to get him a beer.

Xiuming was stunned for a moment; so that's how the device worked.

Touching is prohibited; reaching out to touch it violates the rules. In the sex industry, Japanese operators are adept at manipulating the system and effectively exploiting legal loopholes.

This is just a hobby, providing emotional value, visual enjoyment, and a pleasant mood.

Most customers are quite law-abiding, very law-abiding, and they do so in a serious and gentlemanly manner, being very polite. Those who can't hold back will find a nearby bathhouse offering sex services on their way home to release their pent-up desire.

Xiuming took the beer that Meihui had poured and started drinking it. Meihui, facing him, put her hands on her hips and started doing a leg-raising dance.

No wonder people say that men are visually oriented; the mystery surrounding clothing is just so captivating.

Xiuming had almost finished eating, so he slowly drank his wine, admiring the scenery and pondering the matter.

When I called Ezaki earlier, I told her to do a leg-raising dance when she came back, but she didn't say whether she could or not. If she did it, she would definitely be more charming than this Ms. Mie in front of me, because Ezaki can do the splits.

Ayako definitely couldn't do it. Although she could do the splits, she absolutely couldn't jump. Even Miho was panting heavily from jumping.

Yoshioka Ken, standing next to her, kept glancing back and forth between Miho and Hideaki's faces.

Hideaki turned his head and asked, "Did you take Yoko's assignment to spy on me?"

“It’s not exactly surveillance,” Yoshioka Ken chuckled, then continued, “Team Leader Ezaki instructed me to observe how interested you are in the leg-raising dance.”

“Is that so…” Hideaki wanted to reply directly: I’d be more interested if Ezaki jumped.

However, it's best not to relay these words, after all, she's the boss of Yoko and has her pride. Wait until she comes back, then take her to the small room and talk to her face to face.

Yoshioka Ken ordered two waitresses, presumably for the second half of the show, but the second waitress hadn't arrived yet when his walkie-talkie rang.

It was a call from the front desk of the nightclub upstairs.

"President Yoshioka, Miss Sophia from room 666 has woken up and says she wants to go home and is looking for Mr. Ezaki."

Xiuming stood up immediately. Sophia had said before that her mother lived with her and needed to be taken care of, so she definitely needed to go home.

Yoshioka Kenya stood up, hunched over, clutching his groin, his face flushed red.

Miho, who was still doing the leg-raising dance, seemed oblivious to Yoshioka Ken's embarrassment, and instead stared at Hideaki in disbelief.

“Mr. Yoshioka, please sit here for a while! There’s still a second half of the show, don’t waste it,” Hideaki said, ignoring the situation between the two, glancing at the food on the table. There was still quite a lot left, all expensive imported delicacies, and they tasted really good. He asked, “Can I pack some to take away?”

Yoshioka Ken sat back in his chair with a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Of course, it was originally prepared for Mr. Ezaki, you can pack it all up..."

He then pressed the call button for a waiter, who brought him a takeout container.

It was a tall, wooden, insulated lunchbox with a three-layer structure... The young female server kept her head down, packing the dishes that could be packed into the box one by one in an orderly manner.

"I'll take it myself!" Xiuming took the wooden lunchbox, held it to his waist, and then walked out the door as if nothing had happened.

As the sliding door closed, Mei Hui plopped down on the sofa, fastened her black bra to her chest, and complained, "I was dancing so energetically, and he was just spacing out the whole time. It's so rude of him..."

“I didn’t skimp on the money,” Yoshioka Ken said irritably. “Call Makoto over and keep dancing. My money can’t be wasted. Don’t think I didn’t see what you were like just now. Your eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets. With Mr. Ezaki’s looks, I should be collecting some tips from you on his behalf!”

When Xiuming and Sophia discussed the topic of "paid dating" before, I was shocked by Sophia's thought process, since normally it's the man who pays. But looking at Xiuming's appearance again, it seems quite reasonable; don't the male hosts in host clubs charge a fee?

The current situation has opened up new avenues for Yoshioka Ken's thinking.

Mei Hui chuckled and said, "Then you have to make him serve me."

"Stop dreaming, hurry up and call Zhen here..."

The hotel is on the second floor.

Xiuming carried the lunchbox out of the elevator, and only when he reached the door of the guest room did he straighten the front of his pants.

The door was open.

Sofia was kneeling on the bed, her golden wavy hair loose, wearing a doctor's white coat over a white cotton bathrobe with a low neckline, like a deep V-neck.

Perhaps because she wasn't wearing a bra, there was some gap, and the shape was rounder than Mei Hui's bra from the hot pot restaurant on the third basement floor.

She was counting her money with her head down, a look of delight on her face, laughing as she counted.

On the white sheets on either side of the kneeling figure, a pile of banknotes, all in 10000 yen denominations, was laid out...

When Hideaki carried Sophia upstairs earlier, he couldn't conveniently take the 670,000 yen he had extorted from Haruo, so he stuffed it into Sophia's arms.

Of course, considering Sofia's situation, they didn't intend to take it back.

The female hotel attendant was kneeling on a cushion next to the bedside table.

As Hideaki walked in, the waitress jumped up and exclaimed, "Mr. Ezaki, you've arrived!"

It seemed like she was deliberately reminding Sophia.

Sofia, who was counting the money, suddenly trembled and shoved the money off the bed under her bottom. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with tears. She put on a wronged look and said, "Do you think you can buy love with money? You're wrong. I'm not that kind of shallow woman. You're a thief who stole my clothes and didn't even apologize sincerely. How can I trust you to date me?"

The waitress blushed, lowered her head, and looked like she was about to burst out laughing.

When Sofia woke up, she was a little confused to see a wad of money next to her pillow.

The room attendant, having received instructions from Yoshioka Ken, explained the situation to Sophia, essentially saying:

Our boss's nightclub and hotel have been taken over and are being protected by people from the "Mountain Cooperation Group." Then, that very handsome high-ranking man seems to have taken a liking to you and gave you a lot of money.

No wonder he stole your white coat and even wore it here to find you; he must have been trying to get your attention!

Oh, and he seems to be a decent person. He didn't take advantage of you while you were drugged and force himself on you... He even gave you water... Based on my experience, he must have fallen for you. He's like a rich lapdog.

However, if you really want to use him as an ATM, you'd better think about the consequences, like whether he'll kill you... Speaking of which, he's so handsome, you probably wouldn't refuse, right?

Because Sofia had taken the medication, she experienced a blackout similar to being drunk, having a dream she forgot as soon as she woke up.

However, the events before the drug takes effect are still very clear.

After carefully considering all of Xiuming's actions after we met, and combining that with what the waiter said, it all seems to make a lot of sense... The reason he was so rude was to get my attention!

Has his luck finally turned around? Has the hardship of most of his life come to an end? And he's so handsome, it's like a two-way street, how romantic.

After the waitress recounted the story, Sofia filled in the details in her mind, grabbed the banknotes, and almost burst out laughing.

With this money, we can move to a nicer apartment, one with big windows facing the sun, so Mom can enjoy the sunshine.

Seeing Sophia's "boldness," the waitress quickly reminded her: "You can't be so unreserved! If it's too easy, it'll seem too casual! You haven't been in a relationship, so you don't know, but let me tell you! Men are all like that; if something is easily obtained, it won't be cherished… You need to learn to be a little temperamental, then he'll like you more…"

Chapter 188 You Can Pretend to Be a Foreigner

Sofia's string of words revealed her nervousness and lacked any coherence.

The waitress next to her winked at her, as if urging her to say something more.

Although it's unclear what the waitress talked about with her, the way she was counting money and grinning foolishly earlier suggested she was captivated by the money. Her current reaction, however, suggests she wants something more than just money…

Could it be that the waitress taught her some dating tips?

"Did you call me here just to say this?"

Xiuming ignored her awkward attempts at manipulative talk, walked straight to the bedside, placed the lunchbox on the bed, gestured for Sophia to move aside, and then said, "Since you don't like money, then I'll take it."

The main target these days is Jiro Fukai, who could return to Tokyo at any time, as he poses the greatest threat.

Therefore, the target is either Haruo or Keizo, or Maruyama Ichiro, who might be investigating Fukai Jiro's background.

It's around 10 p.m. now, and I still have two hours to decide which one to lock in. I'll take advantage of the time and send Sophia home first. After all, she has a sick mother who needs care at home, and besides, she's really suited to be a secretary.

Sophia seemed to still be affected by the drug, so she got out of bed in a daze and stood to the side.

Xiuming opened the lunchbox lid, put the fruit plate from the top layer to the second layer, and after leaving a layer empty, he put the money that was spread on the bed into the lunchbox.

"Didn't you already give it to me? How can you take it away again..." Sophia opened her mouth, her face turning a little red.

Xiuming did not respond and continued to put money into the box.

Sofia stood next to Xiuming, staring blankly as he piled up money. Her voice trembling with tears, she whispered, "I didn't say I don't like money, I was just being stubborn because it would seem shallow... Could you leave me some? Don't you want to talk to me anymore? Are you breaking up with me...? But we haven't even started yet... How can you do this so suddenly..."

Xiuming remained silent, packed all the money into the lunchbox, closed the lid, and walked straight out the door.

The waitress next to him was dumbfounded and seemed somewhat at a loss.

Sophia stood barefoot on the floor, her eyes wide open, tears welling in her eyes, watching Xiuming walk away.

Xiuming walked to the door, turned around and said, "Aren't you going home? Hurry up and change your clothes. On the way home, we can talk about being my secretary."

"What secretary?" Sophia asked, completely bewildered.

The waitress grabbed Sophia's arm and led her into the inner room, saying, "Mr. Ezaki, please wait a moment while I help Miss Sophia change her clothes..."

Sofia was pulled into an inner room by the waitress, and like a puppet, she muttered to herself, "Did I do something to him...? He doesn't play by the rules at all... What should I do? I really need money... He's so handsome, he's dating me, and he's giving me money, I'm so stupid..."

"There's still a chance...there's still a chance..."

It wasn't until she saw Xiuming's reaction that the waitress belatedly realized that her tactics were all aimed at boys who didn't have much money or much dating experience.

I was blinded by Xiuming's warm and handsome appearance.

This depends on their status and background. A wealthy man like Xiuming, who can freely frequent even brothels specializing in high-class dances, clearly has a lot of experience…

She was also annoyed by her bad idea and was making a last-ditch effort to salvage the situation.

After all, the boss specifically instructed that Mr. Ezaki must give it a good review... Of course, this was something Ezaki instructed Yoshioka Ken to do.

“Um…” the waitress said, opening the wardrobe, glancing around, grabbing a pink lace lingerie, tearing off the tag, turning back to hold it up to Sophia, and saying, “Quickly put this on…”

Sofia dressed as if in a daze, her gaze falling on the mirror. Suddenly, she jolted awake, hugged her chest, and squatted down, covering her flushed face. "What are you dressing me in? It's so erotic, so vulgar!" she exclaimed.

The waitress blushed slightly, her eyes filled with shame. She took the white coat and draped it over Sophia, buttoning it up for her, saying, "Anyway, the white coat will cover it up, so you won't see anything... Don't worry!"

"If someone sees me... I'll be too ashamed to live. No, no, I can't stand this kind of clothing."

Sofia didn't want to wear it; it was too shameful. It was all see-through, what was the difference between that and being naked?

"Aren't you a foreigner? Aren't you supposed to be very open-minded? Actually, you're very charming, you make my heart pound. You have a natural model's figure, just like in a fashion show on TV."

“I’m not a foreigner… I’m a local.”

Sophia stole a glance in the mirror, subconsciously swallowing. She did seem quite attractive, her heart pounding wildly, but it wasn't attraction, it was shame.

"Local?" The waitress was taken aback. Before she could think further, she quickly stopped her from taking off her clothes and continued, "As long as you don't say anything, no one will know. Anyway, the cultures are different. It's understandable if you pretend to be open-minded... We're running out of time. We can't keep Mr. Ezaki waiting too long. Rich people like him don't have much patience."

Anyway, as long as Sophia doesn't untie it herself, he definitely won't see it. When he does see it, their relationship will probably be at a more intimate stage. Based on experience, men especially like this kind of fun.

Moreover, Sofia's figure is indeed enviable when she wears it.