Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Furthermore, she knew Riko's personality well; it was almost impossible for her to sue Yamanaka Hideaki for bigamy... If she did, then she wouldn't be Riko...

The biggest challenge is with Xiuming; it's a gamble for him too.

If he agrees, he will be reborn; if he doesn't... During the time when Ezaki's heart was pounding wildly, he almost lost the ability to think and couldn't imagine what to do next.

Thank goodness he didn't refuse... What an annoying guy, I care about him too much...

Ezaki desperately wanted to cry, but thankfully she had strong willpower.

Hideaki's proposed "avoidance plan" was similar to Ezaki's own plan.

In addition to physical isolation in terms of geography and social circles, there is also the need for time management, appearance and identification differentiation, document and record review, and future digital footprints.

A phased early warning mechanism was also designed, with a first-level warning: for example, if someone privately investigates Hideaki Yamanaka's past, Ezaki would need to step in to stop it and exert pressure.

Here, I must mention something unrelated: When Funakawa Yoshiko was investigating Hideaki, Ezaki discovered it. Because she also knew Funakawa Yoshiko's purpose, she temporarily kept a close watch on her.

The two-level early warning mechanism requires that if Hideaki Yamanaka is involved in a commercial dispute and is sued or investigated, proof of overseas experience should be provided to Hideaki Ezaki to create an alibi of him being abroad, thus completely severing ties with him.

"That's about it," Xiuming said, having written down all her ideas. She casually tossed the pen onto the coffee table. "From now on, tell your husband to behave himself and not show his face in public so easily."

"What?" Jiang Qi suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. He really couldn't understand how this despicable guy could say such a thing so casually, as if it had nothing to do with him. "Isn't it you?"

“No, I am Hideaki Yamanaka now, not Hideaki Ezaki,” Hideaki said, moving closer to the edge of the massage bed to indicate the surface. “Mrs. Ezaki, lie down and let me, Hideaki Yamanaka, give you a massage. By the way, with us being so intimate, won’t your husband Ezaki be jealous?”

Jiang Qi hesitated for a long time, her face turning red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "In that case, there's no need. Please tell my husband that I will wait for him in his office on the 28th floor. I won't sleep until he comes over."

He then picked up the white shirt and put it on by himself.

Xiuming's actions made me feel like I had violated ethics and morality, and he ruined my good mood... Annoying, hateful, perverted, I want to punch him.

“Okay, I’ll pass on your message. Oh, by the way,” Xiuming said, picking up the household registration transcript again, and continued, “Your husband doesn’t agree that the household registration should be in your name; he wants to be the head of household. What do you think?”

“Mr. Yamanaka, you’re meddling too much. This is my family matter,” Ezaki said, pulling up his pants and coat before slamming the door shut and leaving with a cold expression. “I’ll talk to my husband.”

Ezaki was probably too angry, so she forgot to take her briefcase and only ate one bite of her favorite durian.

Xiuming picked up the durian box, brought it to his nose and sniffed it. It didn't seem so bad after all; it had a pungent, sweet smell.

Without realizing it, I stuck out my tongue and licked it. "Ugh~~"

It's not sweet at all!

"Are you eating shit?" Ayako, wrapped in a large white cotton bath towel, pushed open the door, looked around, and asked, "Where's that yandere woman?"

Ayako was referring to Funakawa Yoshiko.

"You left a long time ago. I'd already finished serving four clients before you came out."

Considering the issue of his identity as "Ezaki Hideaki," Hideaki decided it was best to keep it a secret from outsiders to avoid gossip and potential prosecution or detention. He immediately put the documents into a brown paper bag.

"What are you holding?" Ayako's eyes widened with curiosity as she walked over and reached out her hand. "Let me see."

Because Funakawa Yoshiko had said "Hideaki, sign the contract" when she knocked on the door, Ayako assumed that Funakawa Yoshiko had brought the item.

"Lock the door from the inside first," Xiuming said, shaking the brown paper bag. Then he took out the adult videotape that had been lying under the coffee table at some point. "These kinds of private things should be watched secretly by husband and wife. We can't let outsiders know."

Ayako's long hair was piled high on her head, revealing her slender, fair neck. It seemed that no matter what she dressed up, her bust was always the most eye-catching part. Even though she was wrapped up tightly in a bathrobe, she still exuded a unique charm.

"You're just saying this on purpose to keep me from seeing it, aren't you! Do you think I'm a child?"

Ayako blinked, quickly locked the door from the inside, then walked up to Hideaki, tilted her chin up, and said with a mischievous grin, "If you don't want me to see, just say so. Stop beating around the bush..."

She was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly reached for the brown paper bag.

Xiuming was already on guard. He turned his body slightly to the side, casually tossed the brown paper bag into a corner of the tatami mat, then grabbed her wrist with his free hand, pulled her in front of him, took two steps back, sat on the massage bed, then held her waist with both hands, lifted her up, and her upper body leaned back.

Ayako's knees landed on Hideaki's shoulders...

"Oh dear~~"

Ayako trembled, her fair face suddenly flushing red. With a trembling gasp, she slammed her forehead into the mattress. Her free hands seemed to instinctively reach out to cover her face, but instead clenched into fists, which she bit down on. Her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly as she pounded her reddened forehead against the foam mattress, whimpering in a tearful voice, "Why is it always like this... If you don't want me to look, then don't look. Just don't do it again, ugh~ so annoying..."

There's no other way; that document, at least for now, absolutely cannot be seen by her, otherwise she'll have to get a copy too.

Fortunately, Ayako's weakness is too obvious. Whenever she shows any temper, this move immediately makes her as obedient as Riko, even less obedient than Riko. Not only does she lose her sense of direction, but it also saves her a lot of time and effort...

Half an hour later, Xiuming sat on the edge of the massage bed, his back to Ayako, and bent down to pack his black briefcase.

Behind him, Ayako, her bathrobe open, lay limp on the massage bed, her pink body seemingly boneless, breathing heavily. Her hazy eyes were filled with shame, and her weak hands clenched into fists, pounding on Hideaki's back.

"It's always like this... It's so embarrassing..."

She muttered a complaint under her breath, stealing glances at Xiuming's face. He remained as calm as ever, and she wondered what he was thinking... a pervert...

"It's just the two of us in the room, why are there so many embarrassing things?" Xiuming turned around, still looking calm. "You're serving you and you still have so many complaints, just enjoy it quietly."

Ayako instinctively turned her head away, covering her still burning face with her hand. Holding her breath, she asked softly, "You... um... don't mind... after all... it's just..."

Ayako couldn't bring herself to say it, but she felt suffocated if she kept it to herself, always worried that she would suddenly be disliked.

“Now it’s your turn,” Hideaki said, tossing his briefcase under the coffee table. He then turned to face Ayako. “Do you find it offensive?”

Ayako blinked subconsciously, swallowed, and quickly shook her head.

I'm too busy repaying your kindness to possibly look down on it. It is indeed embarrassing, but if it makes you happy, then it's acceptable... after all, I can derive pleasure from it too...

"That's right! We're family, so let's not stand on ceremony, and let's not keep secrets. Otherwise, life will be too tiring."

Xiuming moved forward a bit, cupped Lingzi's flushed cheek, and continued, "Be a good girl and tell your husband if you have any debts? Like microloans, consumer loans, high-interest loans, or anything like that. Be honest, and we'll pay them off together."

"Huh?" Ayako's mouth dropped open in surprise. What had they gotten into? I don't have any debts! Oh, just a mortgage loan, didn't I give it to you to invest in stocks...?

Xiuming moved forward a little more.

"Ugh~" Ayako blushed and suddenly knelt up, embarrassed and annoyed, "Is this how you treat people? Do you know how dangerous this is! What if I get nervous, then... then how will we have a baby in the future..."

As Ayako finished speaking, she burst out laughing, and the anxiety she had felt earlier truly vanished.

“That makes sense, it is indeed a bit dangerous,” Xiuming nodded solemnly, then continued, “But you’re fine, you can attack me anytime.”

"I...I'm not like you...you're so..." Ayako stammered, a smile playing on her lips, her words muffled, "shameless...pervert..."

Not long after, there were three dull knocks on the door. Because of the door's excellent soundproofing, no one knew who was knocking.

On the massage bed, Ayako, kneeling, looked up and blinked her big eyes at Hideaki.

"Sigh, what a spoilsport..." Hideaki shook his head and sighed with melancholy, looking down at Ayako and saying, "It's probably a massage parlor. Let's get ready quickly."

"Honestly, this is annoying..." Ayako muttered under her breath, then glanced at Hideaki, her eyes darting around as she grinned and said, "Are you sure this is okay? Anyway, I don't care anymore..."

"It's not a big problem," Xiuming said, straightening his clothes.

"Really?" Ayako straightened her clothes and cleaned the massage bed. She continued, "But I think the problem is serious, a very big problem. After all, you said it was a legitimate massage business. If you cause any major problems, I will report you and let you continue."

Hideaki sat on the cushion at the coffee table, taking deep breaths, while Ayako opened the door.

Ji Shizi stood at the door. She blinked, twitched her nose, and slightly pursed her lips. She said, "Mr. Yamanaka, there is a customer who wants a massage. Are you still taking customers?"

"It's me, but I'm not in the mood right now," Ezaki said, emerging from behind the shelf with a pack of tissues in his hand. He walked to the door expressionlessly and bumped into Ayako with his shoulder, causing her to stumble.

Ayako froze, then shouted, "Are you crazy?!"

Ezaki ignored her, stood directly next to Hideaki, looked down at him with a sharp look in his eyes, and said, "Where is my briefcase?"

Just as Hideaki took the briefcase out from under the coffee table, Ezaki snatched it away and turned to walk out the door.

“You guys continue, I’m going upstairs. Also,” Ezaki took two steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back to stare at Hideaki one last time, and continued, “I’ll be coming down here occasionally from time to time, so feel free to come as you please!”

Ayako, her face contorted with anger, shouted, "What do you mean? Are you deliberately trying to spoil the fun?"

“I’m very angry.” Ezaki suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ayako.

Ayako instinctively covered her butt and said, "God, you're crazy... What does your anger have to do with me... Honey, let's continue..."

Before Ayako could finish speaking, Ezaki suddenly stepped next to her and, before Ayako could react, grabbed her neck with his forearm and dragged her into the bathroom.

Ji Shizi blinked; it was exactly the same as when Ayako choked and dragged Tachibana...

"Husband, save me, save me..." Ayako cried out to Hideaki while clinging to Ezaki's forearm.

Xiuming walked to the door, watching Ayako leave, and said in a detached tone, "It's okay, at most you'll get hit once. Your husband will give you a massage later. Yoko-chan, don't be too angry, your husband will feel sorry for you..."

I never expected that Ezaki would be so charming when he's jealous...

The bathroom door slammed shut, followed by Ayako's faint groans.

“Mr. Xiuming, um…” Ji Shizi’s face flushed slightly as she shifted her body slightly to shield Xiuming from view, and whispered, “There are a lot of customers looking this way, would you like to… go back to your room and sit down…”

"Thank you for reminding me," Xiuming said, turning and going back to his room.

Xiuming couldn't possibly feel embarrassed about this question, since it wasn't something he intended or did on purpose... Of course, now that he knew, he couldn't act like this, because it was indeed very presumptuous and could easily make those around him uncomfortable.

Hideaki sat in the room for less than thirty minutes before Ezaki dragged Ayako through the door and out of the supermarket.

Ayako, already dressed in her black kimono, was being dragged along as she cried out to Hideaki, "Husband, save me, save me... She's going to kill me..."

"Don't worry, Ayako-chan, your husband will avenge you tonight." Hideaki waved his hand. "Go in peace!"

"You scumbag, you bastard, you bastard... I'm your wife... Ugh~"

At 9:30 p.m., the supermarket was much quieter. Apart from the three customers introduced by Funakawa Yoshiko, no one had come to the newly opened massage parlor yet.

After Xiuming drew back the wine-red curtains, he saw a number of suspicious young men loitering around the intersection, looking shy and hesitant, and glancing in their direction from time to time.

This left Xiuming speechless. After all, boys have gone through that stage too, and he felt that it was really tough for them...

But there was really no other way; after all, it was a legitimate business.

You could suggest they go to a bubble bath shop in Kabukicho or Noba Hot Pot to enjoy some emotional services, but in the current economic climate, everyone has had their salaries reduced, and the bubble bath shops aren't doing very well either; they're all going to Okubo Park.

I definitely can't recommend going to those kinds of places, since it's not only illegal, but there are also too many people contracting diseases there...

The so-called "plum blossom incident" is very common. At some point in the future, many young people will even bring up the "plum blossom incident" to show off, which is really hard to judge...

"Mr. Hideaki, would you like coffee or tea?"

Ji Shizi walked into the room, holding a coffee cup in her left hand and a tea cup in her right.

At 10 o'clock sharp, Ji Shizi finished get off work, changed out of her light green dress and put on a long-sleeved beige knitted sweater. As she walked, the front of the beige knitted sweater swayed, as if there were two very active little animals inside.

She wore a black leather mini skirt that reached mid-thigh, and black stockings that just went past her knees. Between the stockings and the skirt, there was a striking glimpse of fair skin.

"Go check the refrigerator, see if there's any milk left," Xiuming said, resting his elbows on the coffee table and supporting his chin with his hands.

"Would you like plain milk or yogurt?"

"What Chieko kept was probably pure milk."