Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Hideaki glanced at the door to make sure Riko wasn't there, then leaned close to Ayako's ear, rubbing her blushing ear with the tip of his nose, and whispered, "Who knows, maybe I'll be conquered by your immense wealth!"

"Ah~~" Ayako exaggeratedly shivered, and Teruaki shoved her on the forehead. She covered her ears with her hands and rubbed them up and down rapidly. Her face was already flushed red. "Get lost~ pervert! I don't have any money!"

How can you be so selfish? I care about you, can't you share half with me?

Xiuming walked around to the right side of the mattress, squatted down, and then placed her uninjured right leg on his knee. He removed her white cloth socks, revealing a slender, shapely, and fair foot similar to Riko's. He then held it in his arms and slowly massaged the acupoints on the sole of her foot, saying, "See, a good man like me giving you a foot massage shows my sincerity, doesn't it? Give me half of your husband's inheritance, sweetie~"

Xiuming is starting to lose all shame.

"Ah~ you... how could you..."

Ayako was surprised that Hideaki actually massaged her feet. Although she knew he had ill intentions, her heart couldn't help but tremble. Suddenly, she felt her face burning hot and felt ashamed. She tried to pull her feet back, but Hideaki held them tightly.

"Don't be so polite! With our relationship, what's the big deal about a foot massage? Tell me how much inheritance you received." To show his sincerity, Xiuming rubbed his chin against her rounded toes.

"You, you, please don't do this, I, I really have no money,"

Ayako really wanted to say yes, after all, she never dreamed that the man she liked would give her a foot massage, such a high-quality treatment.

But she really didn't have much money, and she felt a bit choked up. She explained, "When I was on your rooftop, I suffered such humiliation. Do you think I could have tolerated it? I didn't like you back then! If I had money, I would have thrown it in your face—huh? What are you doing...?"

"These feet smell awful, haven't been washed for two days, who wants a massage? Get lost!"

Xiuming, with a stern face, slammed her long, slender, and shapely right foot onto the mattress. Then, grabbing the hem of her kimono, he wiped his hands as if cleaning something dirty, stood up, and said with disgust, "Ugh! Disgusting."

He deciphered two words from Ayako's guilty face: poor bastard.

This kind of service can only be purchased with money.

"Can't you lie to me for just a little while?"

Ayako was incredulous. She looked at his fair feet, even instinctively turning her legs to sniff them—they didn't smell bad at all! Suddenly enraged, she grabbed her socks and threw them at him, yelling, "You shameless bastard!"

“I’m an honest person, how could I lie to someone?” Xiuming pinched a corner of the white cloth sock between his index finger and thumb, then stretched out his arm, released his fingers, and the white cloth sock fell freely onto her legs. “If you want me to lie to you, you’ll have to give me half of your family’s property. It’ll cost money.”

Ayako was stunned for a long time before saying, "You said, you said you would never leave me."

She suddenly realized why she was attracted to him: it was his undisguised, shameless, and perverted nature, his complete lack of concealment of his scumbag nature.

I feel so safe!

"Does it cost money or not?" Xiuming raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"It doesn't cost any money." Ayako puffed out her proud chest.

"Then hurry up and learn embroidery!" Xiuming grabbed the embroidery basket and stuffed it into her arms. "Once you achieve great success and make a fortune, I can live off you for the rest of my life. You won't be able to run away even if you want to."

“I dream of achieving something great,” Ayako said, holding her embroidered bamboo basket and gazing up at Hideaki. “Will you support me?” she asked softly.

The commotion from before had completely vanished, leaving Hideaki momentarily dazed, as if he were seeing half of Riko's pitiful and vulnerable side.

"Are you trying to get me sentimental? Your imitation of Riko is nothing like her, but if you pay more, I can go along with it."

Go find your wife!

Ayako wrinkled her nose, lowered her head and began to sew. After Xiuming left, she snorted "scumbag" and then burst out laughing.

It seems that the more Hideaki cares about Riko, the more at ease she feels; that's what makes a responsible and good man.

Chapter 30: That scumbag is bullying you like this, can you stand it?

All morning, both Ayako and Riko were diligently practicing the "exquisite sewing skills" that Hideaki had acquired through cheat codes.

Xiuming knows nothing about theory, he only knows how to do things.

Of course, you can still see some clues with your eyesight.

Riko does indeed possess exceptional talent; if I were to estimate, she would definitely be able to achieve abilities similar to mine within three months.

As for Ayako, she truly loves embroidery, perhaps because she has a solid foundation in the craft! In just two hours, she had already sewed a very presentable piece, and Xiuming couldn't even tell the difference between it and what he had sewed himself.

Ayako said with regret, "It looks similar but not quite like the spirit; it's not quite there yet." Hideaki, who wasn't interested in embroidery, could only give a perfunctory reply, saying, "She's right."

Of course, the better she does, the faster she can monetize her skills and make money, and Xiuming is looking forward to it.

However, some people are not optimistic about her choice of entrepreneurial path. In the current economic downturn, even those with money are afraid to flaunt their wealth, so they have no time to buy luxury goods that have no practical value.

If you're going to do it, do products that are essential to the masses and harvest the wealth of the middle class or below who have a large base of assets.

"You guys keep practicing! I'm going out for a bit."

Xiuming is planning his own entrepreneurial path. His composing skills are already fluent; he can "steal" the melodies of Japanese songs he's heard before and recall the general meaning of the lyrics.

My first thought was to check on the computer to see if I had misremembered the date. If it was a previously published overlapping piece, that would be troublesome.

Ayako lives in such a wonderful villa, yet she doesn't even have a computer.

Xiuming learned after asking that at that time, apart from school computer labs, libraries, large enterprises, and government departments, personal computers were not widespread or practical for home use.

The portal website has not yet been built, and information can only be obtained from print publications such as magazines, TV programs, news, and newspapers.

The women in both rooms looked up at the same time. Riko hesitated, then lowered her head.

Ayako shouted at the top of her lungs, "You're not going to have a secret rendezvous with that widowed woman, are you?"

Hideaki's earlier question about her "also having a dead husband" had left a deep impression on her. After all, she knew Hideaki's true nature; he definitely had other women, more than one! Ayako was absolutely certain.

However, Riko is too cowardly. At this time, it would be better to use the pretext of doing what is best for her to reduce her hostility towards me, since we are on the same side as her!

“Riko didn’t say anything, so what’s it to you?” Hideaki scolded her.

Ayako was speechless until Hideaki walked down the escalator and out the door with a smug look on his face. Only then did she understand the logic: Hideaki was so arrogant because Riko dared not interfere with him.

There was still no sound from Riko's room. She poked her head out and called out, "Riko-chan, we can be best friends, right?"

"Please...please don't talk to me. I...I hate you..." Riko's voice had a hint of fierceness in her childish voice, as if she had used a great deal of courage to say the words of breaking off their friendship.

Oh dear~ that weak and easily bullied voice… Ayako smiled and said, “But your husband doesn’t dislike it~”

Riko fell silent. Ayako waited a while, and just as she was about to ask, the door to the next room slammed shut.

Ayako glanced at it and continued calling out:

"Riko-chan~ You're spoiling your husband way too much! Can't you do something about him?"

“He’s my husband, you, you have no right to interfere…” Riko’s voice was heavy with emotion, as if she had suffered a great humiliation.

Ayako sat on the white mattress, her mouth crooked, shaking her head and muttering in a low voice that Riko couldn't hear, "He's my husband, it's none of your business... but I'll mind anyway~", then she tilted her chin up and said loudly:

"Riko-chan, how about we talk? You can divorce your husband, and I'll give you this house. It's worth 10 billion yen!"

It is indeed quite valuable now, but it's already the end of April. In another two and a half months, its value will shrink by 70%, and it still won't be able to sell.

Of course, Ayako didn't know that. All she knew was that she was gambling heavily. Without the house, she would have nothing left. She was really risking her life to get a man, paying a huge price, but it was worth it!

"I don't care!"

As soon as Ayako finished speaking, Riko refused.

Judging from her unwavering attitude, it's probably impossible to sway her with money...

Instead, he tried to provoke her with his emotions:

"Riko-chan~ That scumbag treated you so badly, could you stand it? If it were me, I couldn't." Ayako picked up her clear glass of water, took a sip to moisten her throat, and continued muttering with her index finger along the rim, "He doesn't consider your feelings at all, he's always out there flirting with other women, I can't stand it anymore, he's such a womanizer, he's a beast! Don't feel wronged... Hey! What are you doing?"

"If you say anything bad about my husband again, I'll... I'll slap you..."

Riko suddenly stood at the doorway, clutching a half-sewn embroidered silk in her right hand and a frightening pair of scissors in her left.

She was staring at Ayako with her head down and eyes up, her flushed face and tightly pursed lips indicating that she was very angry.

"If you dare hit me, I'll tell your husband." Ayako took a deep breath, trying her best to appear calm and collected. She was genuinely worried that Riko might suddenly lose her temper and stab her with scissors.

"My husband said, yes, he can slap your mouth..."

Riko's eyes trembled slightly, and she even hid the scissors in her left hand behind her back.

She was all bark and no bite; she rushed out in a fit of pique and then regretted it. She was just putting on a brave face! Her whole being exuded guilt.

Ayako was somewhat annoyed; she had almost been startled by her. How infuriating!

"Riko-chan~ You're too naive. How could a man possibly tell the truth?"

Ayako giggled, picked up her clear glass of water, took a small sip, and glanced sideways at Riko, whose face was pale and looked like she was about to cry. She involuntarily gasped; she couldn't let Riko really cry, or she'd be in big trouble when Hideaki returned.

She immediately changed her tune, saying, "But he's so good to you, it's really enviable."

"Ben, he's my husband, right? Shouldn't he be good to me? Humph!" Riko said, her voice trembling with tears, her eyes red-rimmed. She turned stiffly and went into the next room, slamming the door shut.

The women in both rooms breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

"I hate her so much..." Riko thought to herself, tears streaming down her face as she leaned against the door.

"She cries so easily, I should talk to her less when Xiuming isn't around..." Ayako thought to herself as she placed the clear glass water glass on the bedside table with trembling hands.

Around 11 o'clock, Xiuming hurriedly returned home.

The main problem was that I didn't bring enough money when I went out.

It was the 100,000 yen that Ayako had paid a premium for the doll, and the money left over after all that trouble.

The bank card with 200,000 yen that Ayako gave him last night had a PIN that wasn't her birthday.

"You vixen, you never tell the truth!" Xiuming was so angry he jumped up and down.

Chapter 31 Who taught you this bad habit?

Hideaki went upstairs to the second floor, seething with anger, intending to have a word with Ayako.

"Honey~ you...you're back..."

Riko opened the door as she passed the nanny's room.

Her hair was neatly combed, and although she wasn't wearing makeup, her bare face was still hydrated and plump, and her pink lips had been coated with lip balm she carried with her.

She was still wearing the same high-crotch black wide-leg pants as before. Since she was at home, she wasn't wearing a trench coat. She was still wearing the same beige turtleneck fitted knit top. At this moment, her bust seemed to have been pushed up a bit, so she must have been padding something.

Although her slightly flushed cheeks, lowered eyes, and shy glances were quite charming, but—

"Where did you learn such bad habits?"

Xiuming grabbed her collar and looked inside; sure enough, he found two white silk balls stuffed inside.

Then he reached his right hand inside the hem of her knitted sweater, pulled it out, threw it on the ground, and poked her forehead with his right index finger, saying, "Your figure is already fantastic. No more tricks allowed! You hear me?"