Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

The elevator doors opened with a "ding," and Xiuming, supporting her feet, slowly stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor and said, "You wish! Now this is my company, isn't it? I can't blackmail you without any scruples anymore."

How could you be so unrestrained?

"I haven't decided yet, we'll see when the time comes! Anyway, I'll ask you for money when I'm out of money."

Ayako's business studio has just been established, with only two or three embroiderers. She has no money, no people, and nothing. At present, she can only make investments and extort some pocket money.

Ayako lives in the eastern part of Shinjuku Ward, adjacent to Chiyo Ward, a historic residential area.

Xiuming carried her out of the taxi. Looking at the row of villas and mansions, the security guards at the gate looked like model soldiers.

"Still saying you're not a rich woman? You inherited your late husband's estate, didn't you? If you give me half, I might consider letting go of your little tricks."

Ayako pointed to a half-hidden, illuminated black-tiled house nestled among the green trees. "I only have that house. If you want it, you can add your name to it anytime."

Hideaki didn't know if Ayako was telling the truth or not, but her mood was very depressed, so he guessed she was telling the truth. After all, they had already forced her to dogeza (a deep bowed apology) on the rooftop.

"Aren't you afraid the neighbors will gossip if I carry you inside like this?"

Xiuming carried Lingzi in his arms as they walked along the quiet pebble path. The light from the ground lamps on both sides was reflected by the green grass and plants, creating a lush green effect.

"We know each other inside and out, what's there to be afraid of?" Ayako chuckled, then suddenly blinked her eyelashes. "Won't Riko be angry if you hug me like this?"

"Huh?" Xiuming almost didn't react. "You're as heavy as a pig."

Ayako lowered her head and tugged at her clothes, causing another ripple, and said, "It's probably because of this. It's so annoying. Riko-chan doesn't have this problem. I really envy her."

A smug smile still lingered in her eyes.

It seems she's quite confident about her figure! Xiuming hugged her and gently swayed her from side to side, her clothes bobbing like water balloons. "Is it fake?"

"A gift from heaven." Lingzi tilted her head back, resting it on Xiuming's arm, revealing her fair neck, and winked at him.

“I don’t believe it.” Xiuming raised an eyebrow at him.

...

Ayako didn't ring the doorbell; she simply swiped her card, and the electric black gate slowly opened.

A path paved with white flagstones, with a row of ground lights on both sides.

The lush green lawn could be used as a football field.

Xiuming looked up at the three-story villa in the scenic area that resembled a castle, and asked, "You just said that you could add my name to the list, is that true?"

“Really.” Ayako glanced at him sideways. “As long as you divorce Riko.”

“No rush,” Xiuming strode toward the front door. “Don’t try to sow discord in my solid marriage. I just need to wait until you’ve achieved success and become more famous before I can blackmail you.”

I swiped the access card again to open the door; the doors and escalators made it look like a maze.

No one came out to greet them.

Xiuming asked, "Where is your housekeeper?"

"Go up to the second floor." Ayako didn't answer, but pointed to the escalator on the right.

Xiuming carried her up to the second floor, and she pointed to the last room at the end of the corridor.

I pushed open the door and turned on the chandelier.

The space, which is over 30 square meters, has a bookshelf full of books about embroidery and a clothes rack filled with colorful silk embroidery, making it look like a fabric store.

In the corner was a white single mattress. Xiuming gently placed her on it and then erected a stainless steel support to prop up her left leg.

Ayako kept staring at Hideaki's face without saying a word.

Where is your nanny?

"I've gone back to my hometown," Ayako said calmly.

“You…” Hideaki was stunned. “Aren’t you putting me in a dilemma? I promised Riko that I would go back as soon as I got you home.”

“You can go home now. The nanny will be back in a week, it’s okay.” Ayako said, turning her head to the side, so only her profile and ear could be seen.

It's already 12:01.

Xiuming cupped her face in his hands, straightened it, and locked his gaze on her. With the intention of leaving, he tried to gather information about what would happen to her if he really did leave.

Intelligence 1: In the next 12 hours, Ayako Sugita will roll down the stairs leading to the restroom, knock over the support frame, and be crushed to death by a vase.

Upon seeing the first piece of intelligence, Xiuming immediately abandoned the idea of ​​leaving.

Information 2 was also updated in real time: In the next 12 hours, Ayako Sugita will be very eager for her ankle injury to heal quickly.

Intelligence 3: In the next 12 hours, Ayako Sugita will get her wish and learn "exquisite sewing techniques".

So, how do I get her to give a good review for the first piece of information?

"What, what are you going to do? This, this is wrong..."

Ayako's eyes were wide open, and she held her breath. Her clothes were stretched taut in an exaggerated way, and her face, which was being held, slowly became hot and red.

She pursed her bright red lips, swallowed hard, her eyes darting around, and said, "Are you going to cheat on me? Don't you have a solid marriage? Do you want to betray Riko? You scumbag."

Xiuming withdrew his hand from her face, turned around and sat on the floor, propping himself up on his left elbow by his side, leaning against the mattress. He tilted his head and saw her flushed face.

"Whether a marriage is strong or not has nothing to do with whether he is a scumbag or not. Whether he cheats or not is another matter entirely. Anyway, Riko wouldn't dare to divorce me. If she dares to say a word, I'll make her scream for help."

"How could you do this... How could you be so scumbag?"

"If I don't do this, how will you have a chance? Do you want to test me? After all, there are always lustful men who do stupid things. With your great figure, you might succeed."

"I think so too."

Chapter 25 Riko: What Else Can I Do?

As Ayako spoke, she deliberately brought her lips closer to Hideaki's face.

The two faces were less than three centimeters apart.

Ayako opened her eyes wide to show her composure.

But her slightly trembling eyelashes, her face almost as red as a monkey's bottom, and her fingers slowly tightening on the white sheets clearly indicated that she was not at peace.

Xiuming extended his right index finger, ran the pad of his finger across her soft lips, then turned it downwards and lifted her fair chin.

“You seem very confident, but if you fail, I won’t be responsible. I can only tell you, ‘It was just for fun.’”

Ayako's gaze froze, she blinked, her delicate features contorted with anger, she suddenly lowered her head, opened her mouth to bite his finger, but missed, her neat white teeth clashing together with a "click" sound.

Why don't you just die?

Ayako bit her tongue, rubbed the tip with her finger, and drew a little blood. Her face contorted even more. Then she grabbed a pillow from the bedside and threw it at Hideaki. "Scumbag!"

“It’s a disclaimer beforehand!” Hideaki put the pillow under her head again. “Don’t you have that much confidence in yourself? I’m very nervous, afraid of letting Riko down.”

"I'll make you apologize to her right now..."

Before Hideaki could finish speaking, Ayako quickly grabbed the back of his neck as he leaned over to put on a pillow, pulled him close, and silenced him with her lips.

Xiuming could rebel, but why would he rebel? He also wanted to test himself.

The faint, salty taste of blood in my mouth was quickly dissolved by the abundant saliva.

To his surprise, aside from her initial boldness, Ayako acted like a fool when it came to putting things into practice, knowing nothing and not even as good as Riko.

Her wide eyes darted around and avoided eye contact; as the experiment progressed, her gaze began to become unfocused and hazy.

I reckon it'll only take three or four minutes!

"Your technique is really bad!" Xiuming sat back down on the floor, staring at her suspiciously.

So inexperienced, she has absolutely no resistance! Like a woman who has never been kissed before!

Ayako's head was buried deep in the pillow, her head turned to face Hideaki, her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, her eyes still darting around, as if she was savoring the memory.

"What are you saying? I don't understand..."

After calming down for a while, Ayako suddenly appeared listless.

"Do you know what? You gave me a terrible experience, like I was trying to please you. How long have you been married? How long has your husband been dead?"

Ayako blushed and turned her head to say, "I need to go to the toilet."

She was again using the excuse of "pretending to be deaf" to avoid the topic.

If it weren't for the fact that her real name, Miyamoto Ayako, was listed on her driver's license, Hideaki would have even suspected that she was a fake wife. Of course, she now uses her late husband's surname, Sugita Ayako.

"How long has your husband, Sugita, been dead?"

"I need to use the restroom!"

"Didn't you date before you got married?" Xiuming continued to press.

"I really need to go to the toilet."

Ayako blushed, sat up on her own, and reached for the stainless steel bracket.

She looked like she really couldn't hold it in any longer.

Xiuming had to take her left foot off the stainless steel support and then hold her horizontally in front of her chest.

The intelligence report did reveal the consequences, so we need to be careful.

So, how do I ask for a positive review?

Where is the restroom?

There was no private bathroom in her room, so I had to carry her to the door.

"Get me some paper! Get me some paper!" Ayako said anxiously, reaching for the tissue box on the mattress.

“Living in such a wonderful villa, and there’s no toilet paper in the bathroom…” Xiuming turned back, picked her up again, bent down to pick up the tissue box, and then stared at her with disbelief and disgust, saying, “…You still need to poop?”

"Say it again, say it again, and I'll pull you down!" Ayako tore the cardboard box of the tissue box to shreds.

"No, no, don't misunderstand. I mean, with a figure as great as yours and a pretty face, it's hard to imagine what you look like when you poop."

Ayako's body suddenly tensed up. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said, "First floor, to the left of the escalator. Please hurry, please!"

The lobby on the first floor has a European-style layout.

Xiuming carried her down the semi-circular escalator, turned left, and passed a large vase the size of a pigeon coop propped up on a mahogany tripod.

"Do you think this vase looks nice here?" Xiuming asked. "Should we move it?"