Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

"Hurry up," Ayako said, her voice trembling with tears in her eyes, "It's going to leak..."

Xiuming opened the bathroom door. It was decorated in the same European style, even bigger than his living room. There was a huge white porcelain bathtub that he didn't have at home, as well as a massage bed. The tiles on the floor could also be used as mirrors.

"Huh? Isn't there paper here? What are you going to do with paper?"

There is a large roll of toilet paper in the white toilet paper dispenser on the left wall of the toilet.

It's only 91 now. In a few years, these high-rise villas will have small water pipes installed on their toilets to spray warm water onto their buttocks after they've finished pooping.

But you'll still need toilet paper, right? After all, you'll need to wipe yourself dry... It's hard to imagine unless you've been rich.

Xiuming placed Ayako on the toilet, adjusted the stainless steel support for her, and asked her questions while sighing.

"That's none of your business. Get out and close the door!"

Are you trying to pull it inside your kimono? Do you want me to help you take it off?

"I have my own hands, please, get out of here..." Ayako's whole body was trembling.

“Look, I even carried you to the restroom. We almost knocked over a vase at the escalator. If the vase had fallen, you would have been killed. I saved your life, so you have to repay me…”

"I'll repay you with my body, I'll repay you with my body... Please, get out of here quickly!" Ayako clutched her skirt tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't try to use this opportunity to tie me down. This isn't a way of repaying you; you should give me a good review."

"Huh?!" Ayako was stunned, threw the tissue box at Hideaki, and screamed, "I'll give you a good review, you pervert!"

Xiuming caught the tissue box and quickly closed the door.

Sure enough, the "good" achievement was achieved again.

Xiuming, with his back to the white wooden door of the bathroom, gently tapped it with the back of his hand.

"Mrs. Sugita, I need to go home after you've finished using the restroom."

There was no sound from the bathroom.

Hideaki continued, "I'm still a little worried about Riko being home alone, since debt collectors could come and harass her at any time."

The sound of flushing toilet water came from the bathroom along with Ayako's stiff voice: "Throw the tissue box in for me."

"Isn't there toilet paper right here?"

"I don't need his, give it to me now."

Xiuming was taken aback, then suddenly realized something was wrong. She opened the door and asked, "Whose is this? It's not your husband's, is it?"

“My housekeeper.” Ayako sat upright on the toilet, expressionless.

"You scared me." Xiuming breathed a sigh of relief. If she had a husband, she wouldn't have done that... Then she threw the tissue box at him, "That's not right of you. What's so bad about toilet paper?"

"close the door!"

After Ayako finished dealing with her personal issues, Hideaki carried her back to her bedroom and gently placed her on the mattress. As he tried to get up, she grabbed his collar.

"Are you really leaving?" Her long, slender fingers gripping Xiuming's collar turned white, and her face, like her fingers, was bloodless. Her eyes were fixed on him.

After receiving Xiuming's unwavering nod, she pursed her trembling lips, released her grip, and let her arm hang limply at her sides. She then lay back on the pillow, turning her head to face inward, and let out a soft, nasal sound, "Mmm..."

Xiuming pinched her chin with his fingers, turned her around, and saw a tear hanging from the corner of her eye.

"What can I do here? You just sprained your ankle. You can't do any exercise for 72 hours, and you can't even take a hot shower. Are you just going to watch? It's agonizing!"

“You…you…” Ayako opened her mouth, then hesitated for a long time, “You’re just a beast that only knows how to reproduce.”

"Let's try to understand each other! You suddenly tore up my tent, which not only scared Riko but also ruined my mood. And now... you're all disheveled, did you do it on purpose?"

Ayako's kimono was indeed quite wide open at the chest, and her waist sash was also loose, whether she forgot to tie it or not, revealing a small patch of her fair abdomen.

"Aren't you curious about what it will look like when you lift it up?"

As she spoke, she did not turn around, but only turned her profile towards Xiuming.

Then she pulled the kimono off her shoulders a little, revealing her smooth shoulders. However, there was a fresh bruise between her fair skin, obviously from when she fell down the stairs.

"Do you really not want to live anymore?"

Xiuming poked the bruise on her shoulder with his right index finger, and she gasped in pain.

Xiuming continued, "While I still have a conscience, hurry up and get dressed! Otherwise, if I turn into an animal, your ankles will swell up to the size of a soccer ball. Anyway, since it's not mine, I won't cherish it."

"You...you should leave! You beast."

Ayako still didn't look at him, but instead grabbed the hem of Hideaki's navy blue shirt.

Xiuming didn't pull her away, but tickled her armpit. Her arm trembled, and she let go.

Under her incredulous, wide-eyed gaze, Xiuming took the opportunity to retreat to the doorway, then raised his index finger and said, "I promise you, I'll be back in an hour."

Are you serious?

"Of course, I will never go back on my word once I've made a promise."

"Where are you going?"

"Isn't that obvious? Of course, we'll bring Riko to live with you. This house is so nice, it'll be mine from now on, and I'll definitely bring Riko with me."

"Will you die if you don't mention her?" Ayako grabbed the key and key to the front door and threw them at him.

"After all, you haven't succeeded yet!" Xiuming caught it. "I'll teach you embroidery tomorrow. It's 1 a.m., go to sleep! Goodnight, baby."

"Scumbag!"

It's unclear whether she was trying to get a promise by using her body because she was worried about being blackmailed even more, or whether she had genuinely fallen in love.

Xiuming hoped it would be the first scenario, just playing around without any burden.

The second option won't work; you'll easily get harassed and pestered.

However, given her current situation, she still has spare money to start a business, so her living conditions are probably quite good. Women without debt are very free after their husbands die, and they rarely remarry.

Given her manipulative and manipulative nature, she's probably just playing around like me!

As for her wanting to divorce Riko, that's just her selfish instinct. All women are like that; it's to show off her charm!

That's absolutely impossible. After all, she's already deeply tied to Riko. With her clumsy personality, she can't survive alone.

After taking a taxi home, Riko was sitting barefoot on the living room sofa.

The lady's long black hair was styled into a neat bun, with every detail meticulously arranged.

On the coffee table in front of them was an opened makeup box, but it was the set that Xiuming had bought. The set of cosmetics that Ayako had given them was completely stuffed into the trash can.

She had changed into a thin, white silk nightgown, which not only exuded a homely charm but also carried a gentle and graceful beauty.

The hazy beauty is indeed eye-catching.

At first, I stared blankly at the black screen of the television.

"Riko?"

When Xiuming pushed open the door, she turned around stiffly, her eyes red-rimmed, a tear on her face, the platinum necklace around her neck reflecting the colorful lights, but the pendant had fallen into a deep ravine, and she was wearing light makeup.

But she was already crying her eyes out, and she didn't even realize it.

She wanted to be a good wife who could keep her husband from being unfaithful...

"Honey~"

She quickly wiped her eyes, stood up abruptly, and hurried over. She then knelt down on the ground to help Xiuming change his shoes.

Xiuming quickly bent down, placed his left arm behind her neck, wrapped his arms around her soft right shoulder, then put his right arm under her knees, picked her up, kicked off his shoes, and walked towards the master bedroom.

"I really don't want Riko to change her clothes now, but there's not enough time. Let's go to Ayako's house... so she'll know how much we love each other and be ashamed enough to back down!"

Actually, Riko's figure is just right, while Ayako's is too exaggerated, only something to be curious about.

A staunch supporter of the original spouse, those who cheat are only asking for trouble.

Xiuming didn't like this kind of trouble, but as a man, he was bound to make a few mistakes.

"Riko-chan, you know me. I'm different from other men. I won't hide it from you. Do you know why?"

Once seated in the taxi, Xiuming continued with his signature comforting words.

Riko put on her off-white pleated trench coat again, her head down, her fingertips tightly gripping the cuffs.

The bald driver was glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time.

"You...you don't care about me..." Riko's voice was so weak, almost choked with sobs, that the driver had to prick up his ear to listen.

"How could you think like that? This is proof that I care about you! Think about it, if I didn't want you to know, I would have to lie to you, which would destroy the foundation of trust. Only trust can guarantee the strength of a marriage. You just need to believe that I would never divorce you."

“But…I…” Riko looked at Hideaki, tears streaming down her face.

"Say what you want to say directly, don't keep it to yourself."

"I... even if I truly believe you, I'm still afraid you'll leave me... Did you really only go to Ayako's house because you were worried she'd commit suicide? She has such a great figure..."

"I've brought you along, isn't that proof enough?"

"But... when you talk to her, you always talk in a flirtatious way, and you keep looking at her chest... Can't you stop doing that?"

"I was just looking, I didn't do anything. Even if I did do something, it was just a mistake that all men in the world would make. You will always be number one, for a hundred years."

laugh--!

The driver slammed on the brakes and quickly turned around to say, "Sorry, there's a puppy on the road..."

Neither Hideaki nor Riko paid him any attention, and the driver continued to release the foot brake and start moving.

Hideaki, holding Riko's shoulder, said with wide eyes, "You can understand me, right?"

"I...I..." Riko threw herself into Hideaki's arms and cried bitterly, "What else can I do?"

Chapter 26 is just a mistake that all men in the world make.

It was two in the morning when the two got out of the taxi. Riko grabbed Hideaki's sleeve and sobbed softly.

Xiuming felt that repeating the same unconvincing rhetoric would seem too deliberate, so he pulled Riko closer to him and suddenly turned to stare at the taxi driver with the window open.

"Uncle, why aren't you leaving yet? I must have given you a lot of money!"

The driver didn't say anything, stepped on the gas and drove off.

Xiuming saw "jealousy" and "contempt" in the glance he gave him.