Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

It has to be said that Riko's personality is a perfect match for Hideaki; she is the ideal wife for a family.

But his constant crying and wailing inevitably annoyed him.

When they reached the gate of the villa area, Hideaki showed the security guard the owner's ID card that Ayako had thrown to him, and then led Riko into the tranquil courtyard.

But the closer they got to Ayako's house, the harder Riko cried, and Hideaki finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop crying! Shut up!" Xiuming shouted.

Riko's shoulders trembled, she covered her mouth, looked up at Hideaki's stern face, and tears streamed down her face onto the back of her hand.

"I...I don't want to cry either...but..."

Riko still didn't dare to voice her grievances. Although she was timid, she wasn't stupid.

Although Xiuming provided answers to each question, none of them were convincing.

He used the saying "mistakes that all men make" as a motto and the basis for his sophistry. This way of attributing personal mistakes to gender commonality is an insult to women's intelligence, and he has even used it many times.

"What's there to 'but' about? I just made a mistake that every man in the world makes."

"Wah..." Riko squatted on the ground, covered her face, and cried.

"You can cry here." Xiuming pretended to leave.

"Husband!" Riko grabbed his leg frantically, "Please don't leave me..."

"How could I leave you?" Xiuming quickly helped her up. "From now on, don't think things through, just listen to me, okay?"

"it is good…"

“This is the silly girl I love,” Hideaki said, picking her up and walking towards Ayako’s house. “Your worries are completely unnecessary. I’m going to be your husband for the rest of my life. I can’t just pay off your debts and then let you go, can I? Wouldn’t I be at a huge loss?”

"Um……"

Hideaki's heartfelt words reassured Riko.

Although he made no attempt to hide his womanizing ways, he consistently displayed a nature that refused to suffer any loss.

To repay so much debt, one should expect to receive some benefits, but all one receives is one's body.

Can't it be love?

Riko glanced cautiously at Hideaki, but she couldn't help feeling sad inside.

Were all the words added in the suicide note false?

"Go wash your face in the bathroom first," Hideaki said, swiping open the door and leading Riko toward the bathroom.

On the second floor, a muffled thud came from the door of Ayako's room, as if a shoe had been slammed against the door.

"Her family is so rich..." Riko looked at the luxurious decoration and became depressed again.

"If only we had money, we could just extort a sum from her and not have to hide from our debts." Unfortunately, this is all she has.

Because Riko's finger was still injured, Hideaki easily washed her face and applied facial cleanser, but he applied a little too much, and a lot of foam ran down her neck.

"Honey~ please don't do this here... I'm so shy..."

Riko never expected Hideaki to cause trouble at this time.

This is someone else's home, maybe even your rival's home, and it's even in the bathroom...

"I'm just wiping the foam off, please bear with it."

Of course, we can't do it here, since we haven't greeted the owner yet.

"Ah~~"

Riko's soft vibrato always gives me a tingling sensation, like an ear massage, that goes straight to my cerebral cortex, no matter when I hear it.

She was an extremely sensitive person, and after wiping her a few times, she collapsed onto Xiuming, her face flushed and her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily.

"Honey~ This is so embarrassing..."

"Alright, alright, let's go upstairs to say hello to Mrs. Sugita, and then find a room to sleep."

Because Riko's legs had gone weak, Hideaki continued to lift her up.

"I...I don't want to see her..." Riko turned her blushing face away, her soft voice carrying a hint of emotion.

"How can that be? You not only need to see her, but you also need to project your presence. You need to let her know that you're not someone to be trifled with."

"Huh?" Riko was confused. "Then... put me down first, let me catch my breath..."

Hideaki's seemingly considerate but actually deliberate attempt to shift the blame touched the naive Riko, giving her a sense of reassurance.

Then, Xiuming put her down. She held onto the stairs, clenched her fists, closed her eyes slightly, and tried to calm herself down.

While Xiuming was secretly encouraging herself, she took down the mahogany tripod of the vase next to her and pushed it down the stairs.

"Honey, I'm all ready. Let's go find her!"

About a minute later, Riko stepped onto the escalator with her head held high and her chest out. Her graceful and gentle demeanor made her seem like the lady of the house.

Unfortunately, the clothes didn't quite match. The knitted top on the chest was soaked with sweat when I washed my face and wiped it, and the wet area had a hazy, sexy feel to it.

She took two steps, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Um... what... what should I say?"

"Just say hello casually, like we'll be staying at her house for the next few days, and please forgive us if we're rude. She's a year younger than you, so call her 'little sister'."

"Oh……"

Ayako's door was tightly closed. After the two walked to the door, Riko took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Ayako, are you asleep?"

A soft sound came from inside, but there was no response.

Hideaki tapped lightly again, "Mrs. Sugita?"

"Aren't you guys annoying? It's 2 a.m.! I'm already asleep, please don't disturb me, there's a spare room next door." Ayako's voice was tinged with anger.

“She’s afraid of you,” Hideaki whispered in Riko’s ear. “Let’s go next door.”

Only the room next door was unlocked; most of the other rooms were locked and tightly shut.

Judging from the furnishings, it seems to be a maid's room, but the space is quite spacious, even larger than Xiuming's master bedroom, except that the mattress is a single one.

"How...how can I sleep like this?" Riko glanced at Hideaki, her face flushed red again, and she lowered her head.

"Squeeze in a bit, if you can't move freely, just fold up and sleep..."

Anyway, the room has air conditioning, but it's not too hot in April, and there's a bright glass window with white floral curtains drawn.

Previously, on the rooftop, both of them were in the middle of something exciting when Sugita Ayako interrupted them, and Riko's mood was frightened back down.

Now, lying on the cramped little bed, feeling Xiuming's body temperature and being teased by his restless hands, she felt unbearable shame.

After all, she was in someone else's home, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

But Xiuming didn't have this concern...

Soon after, Riko became dizzy and didn't want to think about anything. She was led around by Hideaki and cried out "Help..." many times.

The birdsong outside the window was crisp and melodious.

The morning sunlight streamed through the white curtains and fell on the two people lying on the single bed.

Hideaki lay face down on the mattress, with Riko lying on his back as well, her long, black hair reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors.

The two were in the same position, both fast asleep with their heads tilted to the side.

The sound of banging on the wall next door woke Xiuming up.

"Are you awake? My ankle hurts so much, it's killing me..."

Ayako's faint voice came through the wall.

Riko seemed not to hear, she just frowned and tried to change her position to continue sleeping.

Xiuming turned her over and gently placed her on the mattress. She opened her hazy eyes a crack and said in a hoarse voice, "Good morning, husband..."

Then, in a daze, she closed her eyes again.

"Go back to sleep!"

Xiuming covered her with a thin sheet, then got dressed, opened the door, and gently closed it again.

The door to Ayako Sugita's room next door was ajar.

"Where's Riko-chan? Is she sleeping in? Your wife is being so irresponsible."

She was still wearing the same black kimono as last night, her hair was disheveled and almost a bird's nest, her complexion was not good, and her eyes were bloodshot, she looked like she hadn't slept well at all.

As Xiuming entered the room, she continued, "You won't be angry if I talk about your wife like this, will you?"

"You're going crazy." Xiuming squatted down next to the mattress, adjusting her loose kimono, and asked, "Do you want to continue sleeping, wash up, go to the toilet, or learn embroidery?"

Ayako let him adjust her kimono, then suddenly asked, "Don't you mind me looking like this?"

It's utterly baffling.

"What do you mean?" Xiuming straightened her clothes, adjusted the stainless steel stand, picked up the wooden comb from the bedside table, handed it to her, and said, "If that's the case, it means you're disgusted. Hurry up and comb your hair."

Ayako shook her head and said, "I don't want to comb my hair, you comb my hair."

Her knuckles and the backs of her hands were also injured when she rolled down the stairs, perhaps because she was protecting her head. The skin was scraped and bruised, and after a night's rest, it became red and swollen.

"Alright, you're lucky," Xiuming said, lifting her bird's nest-like hair and holding up a small mirror in front of her. "Look at this wretched, worn-out woman."

“You’re the one who’s a used-up woman, do whatever you want with me. In your eyes, I’m already disgraced,” Ayako turned away without looking in the mirror. “I need to change my clothes, I need to go to the toilet, I need to take a shower, I need to eat.”

Xiuming stared at her until her face turned red and she turned her head away.

"Why do you sound like...a teenage girl craving attention?"

"Are there any teenage girls with this kind of figure?" Ayako suddenly untied her sash, opened her blouse, closed her lips tightly, and looked up at Hideaki.

Was it too obvious that I just wanted to see his attitude towards me?

Xiuming gasped and quickly wrapped her up, saying, "Don't go so far. Riko is next door; she'll be heartbroken if she sees this."

"Am I not heartbroken?" Ayako didn't know if she was telling the truth or not; her heart was heavy. "You only have eyes for her."

“She’s only in first place, you can be second.” Xiuming continued combing her hair. “After all, because of your ankle injury, there’s nothing we can do. Let’s hope it heals quickly!”

Xiuming tried his best to steer the conversation towards a positive reception to the second piece of information.