Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Ayako opened the door, and there were four people standing outside. Funakawa Yoshiko was standing at the front, and behind her were three women in their forties. They looked at Ayako with curious eyes, then turned their gazes back to the room. When they saw Hideaki, their gazes faltered slightly, and they looked away somewhat unnaturally.

Ayako frowned, snorted at Funakawa Yoshiko, and headed straight for the bathroom. Yoshiko was all sticky; she wanted to shower first and then confront her… And Tachibana, she just deserved a beating… Also, were those three aunties there for a massage? So annoying…

Funakawa Yoshiko walked into the room with a bewildered look on her face, shrugged, and said, "That woman with the huge breasts, is that Ayako? Have I offended her?"

"Stop talking nonsense and bring me the contract right now, let me take a look."

After Ayako's sarcastic "reminder," Hideaki looked at Funakawa Yoshiko's face, which was whiter and smoother than milk, and thought she looked like a yandere no matter how you looked at her. He remembered that she had once instigated Yagami Katsu to kidnap someone...

Funakawa Yoshiko's eyes shone as she handed over the folder, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm not trying to hurt you."

Hideaki took the contract and read it word by word. It was indeed the same as the conditions Shota had proposed upstairs, and the profits were indeed split nine to one. There was also a small line of text marked:

To alleviate any concerns of our partners, and based on the principle of mutual honesty, the factory will unconditionally accept Mr. Hideaki Yamanaka's visits to audit the accounts at any time.

There doesn't seem to be anything strange about it...

Hideaki continued to stare at Funakawa Yoshiko with a suspicious look.

Funakawa Yoshiko's long, thin eyelashes fluttered like a brush, and she looked completely innocent. "What's wrong? Aren't you going to sign?"

Xiuming suddenly said, "They're not going to trick me into going there and imprison me, are they?"

"Huh?" Funakawa Yoshiko grinned, her face full of disdain, her eyes glancing at the floor, and said, "What do you take me for? I was just saying that out of anger... Don't think you're so charming, I don't care at all."

"Bring a pen." Xiu Ming signed his name.

"Let's go!" Funakawa Yoshiko snatched the contract, turned and left, then turned back and said, "Come to my factory in three days. The way you're so suspicious of people is not like a man at all. It's so disappointing... Humph!"

Her attempt to provoke him before leaving only makes people more suspicious... So, once we get to her factory, we'll lock her down and see what tricks she's up to.

Funakawa Yoshiko walked away resolutely, ignoring even the clients she had brought. The three mature, professional women seemed a little embarrassed. They were all dressed in high-end business attire and wore delicate light makeup. The faint crow's feet at the corners of their eyes gave them a charming air, which must be what mature elegance is all about.

Xiuming tried his best to appear professional and asked, "Excuse me, ladies, are you here for a massage?"

"Ms. Funakawa just said that your massage skills are amazing..."

Xiuming thought they were very familiar with Funakawa Yoshiko, but it turned out they were just strangers visiting from the building across the street.

The three of them work at the same cosmetics company, and they are all senior executives.

Considering the issue of "reputation," Xiuming invited all three of them into the room. Without changing them into "inappropriate" white tank tops or adding any lubricant, he directly performed massage therapy through their white shirts, and also loosened their joints...

They seemed quite satisfied, looking relaxed and wanting more, and each gave Hideaki 10,000 yen.

Perhaps because there were too many people in the room, every time Xiuming gave one of them a massage, they seemed to want to say something but held back.

Just after seeing off the three ladies, Ezaki walked in carrying a black leather bag. His expression was calm. He closed the door and locked it.

Hideaki sniffed, as if he could smell a faint durian scent. Before he could speak, Ezaki pulled a business card from his pocket and shoved it into Hideaki's hand. As he walked toward the massage bed, he said, "Tomorrow, Riko will be interviewed at the press conference for the Teito Keizai, the brand magazine of the Industrial Economics Company. Their editor-in-chief, Sugino Ryoji, is a money-grubber. He's the kind of person who'll lie through his teeth and do anything for money. You'd better handle this!"

Riko and Misako informed Ezaki of the press interview plan for tomorrow. Ezaki then considered that his foreign trade company also needed to gain recognition, so he had to accept the interview. To ensure things went smoothly, he recommended a well-known and easy-to-manage magazine.

Of course, Ezaki doesn't like giving gifts, and has never given one before, so he'll just give this lousy task to Hideaki. Anyway, Hideaki is a lousy person, so he'll be easy to use.

“I like people who are greedy for money,” Hideaki said, putting the business card in his pocket. Then he took a white vest from the cupboard, unwrapped it, placed it in Ezaki’s hand, and asked, “How much money do you think is appropriate for him?”

Xiuming suddenly felt troubled. He realized that because he had earned too much money, he had lost his sense of money. If he gave too little, he couldn't get things done, but if he gave too much, he was reluctant to part with it. After all, he wasn't a good person, and it didn't feel right to let him take advantage of him so easily.

"Around ten million yen!"

As Jiang Qi spoke, she unfolded her white vest. Her calm eyes twitched slightly, and then she calmly began to take off her black blazer, followed by her white shirt buttons... and then her underwear, revealing her athletic, toned physique.

Although her expression was calm and her skin was very fair, her ears were almost completely red.

"How do you manage to keep your face from turning red, but your ears do?"

When Xiuming waited for her to take off her white shirt and put on a white vest, he suddenly reached out and pinched her bright red ear.

“What lousy clothes, I’m not wearing them anymore,” Jiang Qi threw the white tank top on Xiuming’s head, then tossed the black straight-leg pants aside, lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes slightly and said, “Hurry up and serve me! Let’s start with a foot massage.”

"No, I want to start by pinching her buttocks." Xiu Ming's vest was still on the tatami mat, and then he flipped Ezaki over, making her lie face down on the bed.

Ezaki blushed.

"Why do you always do the opposite of what I do every time we're alone together? Can't we cooperate a little? Do you still want good reviews?"

"How about you do a leg-lifting dance for me, and I'll go all out with you today, okay?"

"Oh?" Jiang Qi raised an eyebrow, got out of bed, put his bare feet on the floor, put his hands on his hips, raised his legs twice in front of Xiuming's face, and then said, "Alright, now you can cooperate with me and open that briefcase."

"What kind of leg-lifting dance is this? It's not professional at all. You have to wear a skirt and take off the fabric. It has to be a fleeting moment to be alluring."

“Open your briefcase and take out the durian,” Ezaki said, spreading his hands out in front of Hideaki. “Once you hand the durian to me, I can continue to cooperate with you.”

Chapter 224

Ezaki kept his hand outstretched, as if he wouldn't agree to her request, and would keep it outstretched forever.

Xiuming took the briefcase and unzipped it.

Inside was a small, transparent box containing a slice of yellow durian flesh, and a brown paper bag.

He had just taken the durian box out when Jiang Qi snatched it away, opened the lid, took a bite of the durian, and his rosy lips revealed a ring. He then casually put it on his right ring finger and said:

"I accept your proposal. We are now husband and wife. You are the son-in-law of the Ezaki family and will take my surname from now on. Your name will be Ezaki Hideaki."

Sure enough, they pulled this stunt… Xiuming sat on the massage bed and said perfunctorily:

"I know, I know. What other title do you want? Do whatever you want, I don't mind."

As long as it doesn't affect Riko, it doesn't matter. In terms of personality, Riko is more obedient, gentle, compliant, and considerate than Ezaki...

Of course, Ezaki has her advantages, such as being opinionated, easy to care for, and able to be raised without much supervision... But then again, it's still Riko who gives you the warmth of home and the joy of raising a child. A gentle, virtuous, obedient, and beautiful wife who unconditionally reserves her opinions on her husband's behavior and even silently supports him—it's a dream come true.

As for Ezaki, she's full of rebellious spirit and has an excessive desire for control. Of course, if you look at it dialectically, it's not without its advantages. She takes care of everything, and you can follow her around like a freeloader.

The problem is that Xiuming is also full of rebellious spirit. Once he feels like he is being controlled, he has to fight back. However, his "rebellious spirit" is rather special. Whether he feels controlled depends on his mood and has nothing to do with face, morality or anything like that.

What Ezaki often thought he had "controlled" Hideaki about was actually none of Hideaki's business.

"Open the brown paper bag and see what's inside."

Ezaki didn't look at Hideaki, but spoke in a casual tone, holding his right hand out in front of him, his gaze falling on the ring on his ring finger, while his left hand gently stroked the small diamonds on it.

Xiuming casually took out a brown paper bag, then tore open the seal. Inside were his resident ID card, household registration booklet, driver's license, social insurance policy, bank card, graduation certificate...

"Who made these fake certificates for you? They must have been expensive, right?"

Hideaki's eyes widened as he examined each document. They were all brand new, with his own photo and the name Ezaki Hideaki.

The most fundamental document is a copy of the household registration certificate.

The main list only contains two people. The first column lists the head of household: Yoko Ezaki. The second column lists Hideaki Ezaki, whose relationship to the head of household is "husband," having registered his household status through marriage... The bottom column also includes the official seal and the date of issuance, which was from the day before yesterday.

"It's all true. Do you have anything to say?"

Ezaki's seemingly calm gaze was somewhat unfocused, and her slender fingers, held out horizontally, trembled slightly. As she spoke, she slightly clenched her right hand, which had just been adorned with a ring, and then, feigning composure, slowly sat down on the massage bed to Hideaki's right. With a distance of two fists between them, perhaps feeling that she was sitting a little too close, she crossed her left leg over her right, leaned her upper body slightly forward, pressed her still trembling right hand under the bend of her left knee, and her left forearm also rested on her left knee.

She had just been preparing to enjoy Xiuming's massage service, and had already taken off her black suit jacket, white shirt, and black straight-leg trousers. Because she wasn't wearing a pure cotton white vest, she was now only wearing a strip of white underwear.

She has a very fit physique. Her fair skin is not only smooth but also very firm, showing faint muscle lines. Perhaps she is a little nervous, which is transmitted to her legs, making the streamlined muscles of her thighs and calves a little tense.

"Did you give me a new identity?"

Xiuming glanced at Ezaki, who seemed to be holding her breath. To be honest, her cautious yet feigned calm demeanor was quite pleasing to the eye.

If I suddenly yelled at her, would it scare her to tears? Most likely not, but it would definitely frighten her so much she'd fall off the bed, since she'd only be sitting on the edge of the bed...

Xiuming muttered to himself, then flipped through the information documents again, carefully examining the official seals. They certainly didn't look fake; they seemed authentic.

I just made a transaction using the 'Yamachi Hideaki' stock trading account at noon today, and I haven't closed the account. That can only mean that Ezaki created a new identity for herself, becoming her legal husband, and then she opened an account using her husband's identity.

It has absolutely no connection to the name "Hideaki Yamanaka"...

Ezaki precisely exploited a legal loophole where household registration records were not fully networked and shared in real time across different regions. Ezaki Hideaki's hometown is in Hokkaido.

In other words, I have inadvertently committed bigamy in terms of marriage. If my original wife, Riko, does not sue me, then theoretically I will be worry-free forever.

The biggest problem is that "one person has two citizenships," plus an "identity substitute," and incidentally, he also monopolizes the dead man's... no, Riko is mine.

The core contradiction now becomes that one physical body is simultaneously "playing" two people with independent and complete official records.

This could lead to a high risk of systemic conflict in the future.

Xiuming understood the contradiction and subconsciously frowned.

Ezaki swallowed hard and said in a very soft voice:

"If you don't tell me your real name, this is the only thing I can do."

She stood up straight, her slightly pursed lips trembling, her narrowed eyes glancing diagonally down at the floor, and then said, "You said before that I could do whatever I wanted."

Her appearance is reminiscent of a school bully being summoned to the police station. This bully definitely knows what stupid thing she did, but she's just resentful and there's nothing she can do...

If I ever get arrested and thrown in jail, you'll be the culprit… Xiuming muttered to himself, then said irritably:

"I thought you were reasonable, but I never expected you to do something so stupid. Are you nervous?"

If we look at it dialectically, there's an advantage: it adds another legal wife, and this wife is quite capable.

Of course, it's not impossible to avoid risks. After all, there are so many legal loopholes now. If handled properly, there shouldn't be any problems for at least twenty years.

"Yes, really?" Ezaki's eyes widened, and he took a breath.

Her small piece of fabric bra was constricted in front of her chest, and the skin on her left chest, slightly closer to the middle, felt like the area of ​​her heart, her diaphragm, or perhaps her stomach. In any case, that area was throbbing like her carotid artery.

She must have been terrified! Her face had turned pale.

After all this, I'm not even in the mood to scold her anymore. If I were to ask her to cancel the identity she created, I'm afraid my throbbing blood vessels would suddenly stop.

It seems that this is what she cares about most.

I really don't understand why women insist on having a formal title. Wouldn't it be better to just be a proper girlfriend?

After all, they have everything except the title. It's a matter of politeness—first come, first served—but they just don't follow it…

“Come on! Let’s talk about how to avoid the risk of exposure,” Xiuming said irritably, sitting cross-legged on the massage bed, flipping an A4 sheet of paper to a blank space, placing it on his knees, and then said, “Sit closer, lean your head over.”

With her eyelids lowered, Ezaki slowly turned her body and brought her head closer to Hideaki, her face expressionless throughout. However, her pale face regained its rosy hue and continued to turn red.

“Now you know how to obey,” Xiuming glared at her with wide eyes, “Where is your backbone and dignity?”

“This is what a proper wife…should do…” Ezaki’s heart was still pounding, and she spoke breathlessly, “Ezaki’s…husband…”

She had been planning to get Hideaki's documents for a long time, and naturally knew that it might bring a series of troubles. However, she was confident that she could minimize the risk of exposure. After all, in her plan, "Ezaki Hideaki" was kept at home and did not need to make any public appearances or engage in any commercial activities. This was like living in two different worlds from "Yamano Hideaki" outside.