Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Being held in Xiuming's arms like this, it felt like no one in the world dared to mess with her.

Although the annoying glances from all around made me feel ashamed and embarrassed, when combined with a sense of security, it made me feel like they couldn't do anything to me, which was quite exciting!

Chapter 35 Husband, this person has the same name as you...

The tram arrived at the station five or six minutes later.

Hideaki quickly grabbed Riko and jumped off the train. After putting her on the ground, she secretly took Hideaki's arm and occasionally looked up at his face with her flushed cheeks.

Beneath her trembling eyelashes, her blinking eyes reflected the sunlight, sparkling brightly.

This situation reminded Xiuming of how enthusiastic fans get carried away when they see their idols at concerts.

Xiuming suddenly looked down to meet her gaze, and she flinched, quickly shrinking her head back.

Xiuming slowly straightened his head, then suddenly lowered it again.

"Ah~" Riko stamped her foot and exclaimed softly, then quickly lowered her head, took Hideaki's left arm with her right hand, and put it through his left elbow to cover her flushed face.

Xiuming's forearm was tightly held in her arms. She had no reason to feel inferior about the size of her breasts; she had simply chosen the wrong person to compare herself to.

Ayako is an extra gift from heaven; her strengths should be attributed to her inherent abilities.

"Look at you, so brainless, you idiot."

Xiuming pulled his arm away, grabbed her wrist, and led her onto the white zebra crossing.

When the two reached the apartment gate, Xiuming suddenly remembered that he had given his lunch to the patrol officer, and all he had left in the kitchen were noodles, flour, and half a bunch of spinach.

He only had 1,000 yen left (about 300 yuan in today's currency).

Xiuming and Riko went to the expensive imported supermarket on the left side of the gate and bought a bag of eggs, a small packet of yeast, and a small packet of granulated sugar.

We can't waste the high-gluten flour we use for making bread at home; we'll have vegetables, eggs, and noodles for lunch.

As for the bread, I took the dough to Ayako's house and let it ferment overnight; her oven is big.

"Riko-chan, do you have any money on you?"

"without……"

Riko glanced at the eggs Hideaki was carrying, sensing that he might be planning to buy something else, and then whispered, "If my husband needs anything, I... I can give you all the money..."

"Hmm..." Hideaki nodded, leading Riko out of the supermarket, then suddenly stopped, his face hardening as he said, "What do you mean 'give' it all to me? It's all mine to begin with, including you. Where's the money?"

I remember Riko saying before that she had 60,000 yen to pay for property management fees, gas, water, electricity, and so on.

It seems today is the payment date, and I estimate it will cost around 30,000 yen.

Riko flinched and whispered, "It's...it's under the mattress in the bedroom..."

“From now on, I’ll manage the money. You women spend money recklessly, regardless of whether you need it or not, buying things based entirely on your emotions. You’re all brainless.”

Riko pouted, looking very aggrieved.

She had never experienced the feeling of being rich before, and had always been careful with her money. She felt that Xiuming was misunderstanding her, but she didn't dare to say it.

Riko quickened her pace, swiped her access card, and waited for Hideaki to enter through the glass side door with the bag before jogging to catch up.

"Honey~ Should I carry some things too? You look like you're having a hard time..."

Xiuming was taken aback, and quickly stuffed the heaviest bag of eggs into her hand: "In the future, you should volunteer to do these good deeds to show off, and don't ask questions."

"Okay, okay!" Riko was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded.

When I got downstairs, there was a flyer printed on A4 paper posted at the entrance of the building.

The wanted poster format features a prominent color ID photo, below which are several lines of typed text, roughly stating: Debtor Hideaki Yamanaka, home phone number, driver's license number, home address, etc.... "Maliciously refusing to repay debts"...

“Honey~ This person has the same name as you… uh…” Riko poked Hideaki’s forearm as she spoke, but suddenly regretted it and lowered her blushing face in shame.

She could actually recognize the person, but subconsciously she was worried that Xiuming might mind, so she subconsciously tried to please him.

But when you blurt it out and it reaches your own ears, it doesn't sound right.

Will people think I'm a woman who "flies after the old and craves the new"? After all, the information under the photo is quite clear...

"It does have the same name as me, and it even uses my driver's license number. It's outrageous. I'll tear it up."

As soon as Hideaki finished speaking, Riko felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She quickly tore it off, crumpled it into a ball, and said, "Honey, I... I'll throw it in the trash can, okay?"

"No rush, there's probably still some inside."

There was one posted at the elevator entrance and one posted inside the elevator.

Xiuming pressed the elevator button for the second floor. There was another ticket at the elevator entrance on the second floor, followed by the third floor.

After taking the elevator to the fourth floor, I saw that the mahogany door of room 403 had been splashed with yellow paint, and there was still a metal paint bucket at the door.

The white walls were also covered with flyers, and new graffiti had been added, with red spray paint writing things like "Hideaki Yamanaka, give me back my hard-earned money," "Hideaki Yamanaka, may you die a horrible death," "Hideaki Yamanaka, go to hell," and "If you don't pay back the money, I'll kill your whole family."

Riko watched in terror, tearing at the fabric while glancing back at Hideaki's face.

"The property management company is full of incompetents; they take the money but do nothing." Hideaki said calmly, opening the door. "Riko-chan, no need to tear it anymore, come in."

It's impossible to tear it all up.

After entering the house, Riko learned to take the initiative to do chores. She quickly put the eggs on the floor, and without even taking off her own shoes, she knelt down in front of Hideaki to change his slippers.

"Look at your fawning face, it's not like I don't have hands."

Xiuming pressed his index finger against her forehead, took off his own shoes, threw them into the shoe cabinet, put on his slippers, stood up and said, "Take off your trench coat and give it to me."

"Huh?" Riko stared blankly, her mouth half-open.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Xiuming pulled her up without asking, took off his beige wrinkled trench coat, and tossed it casually onto the coat rack behind the door. He then threw Riko's slippers in front of her, picked up the eggs, walked to the landline, plugged in the phone, and went into the kitchen. "Hurry up and change your shoes, take a shower, and go out after you finish eating."

"Uh? Okay, okay..."

Riko nodded blankly, suddenly feeling like she had become a useless person…

Xiuming felt he was pressed for time; how could he wait for that idiot Riko to clean up? She was just an indispensable teammate, because as long as she was there, his identity would always be "proper."

Judging from the way the debt collectors were harassing people at the door, it's likely that the loan company sold the debt to a gang.

Based on intelligence, they'll definitely come back sometime before midnight. He's probably forced to rent a place to escape; that's likely the case. After all, if a group of people with steel pipes attacked him, he'd be helpless, let alone with Riko involved.

We have to leave early and stay at Ayako's house; there are a lot of security guards there.

There's also a call from Riko's father. I have to answer this one, otherwise if the old man can't contact his daughter for a long time and comes looking for her in person, it will cause even more trouble.

From Riko's description, Hideaki could tell that Nobita doted on her. After all, Riko was an only child, and he relied on her for old age.

I guess Xiuming, who attempted suicide by jumping off the building, didn't want to be a live-in son-in-law, which is why Da Xiong disliked him. Coincidentally, I don't want to be a live-in son-in-law either, unless you transfer all the assets to my name right now.

In addition, there are police officers who come to your home for visits. No, the probability of police officers coming for home visits has greatly decreased.

After all, I ran into a patrol officer on the street who was hostile to me. If she caught me, she would probably question Riko, right?

While pondering how to proceed, Xiuming kneaded the dough.

Riko stood at the kitchen doorway, gripping the door with both hands, peeking out with half her head tilted to one side.

"Honey~ what are you going to make that tastes good?"

Riko's eyes were filled with anticipation and cautious probing.

Just now, Xiuming helped her take off her trench coat and handed her slippers. She's being spoiled rotten; it feels so blissful.

"Where does this curiosity come from? You'll eat whatever I make!" Xiuming waved his hand impatiently. "Go to the living room and wait for the phone!"

Chapter 36 How could you imitate Ayako?

"Okay...okay..."

Riko's initial joy and happiness were quickly dispelled by Hideaki's reprimand. She retreated rapidly, her voice trembling, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Back at the landline in the living room, she felt a little lost again: Waiting for a call? Waiting for what call? Should she ask? Maybe not! She'd get yelled at again… It was all a hallucination, it must have been a hallucination…

"Ring! Ring... Ring! Ring!" The telephone suddenly rang.

"Ah!" Riko jumped up in fright and hurriedly answered the phone: "Hello, this is the Yamanaka family, may I ask... Dad?!"

Xiuming darted out of the kitchen.

Riko was holding the microphone ten centimeters from her ear, her face flushed red.

The faint roaring could still be heard through the receiver: "...How did those debt collectors get this phone number...Divorce him immediately...Let that despicable guy answer the phone...You unfilial daughter..."

Xiuming took the phone receiver, and his father-in-law was still scolding his unfilial daughter on the other end.

Xiuming said softly, "Father-in-law, I am Xiuming, your good son-in-law."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, followed by a voice suppressing anger: "Just how much debt do you owe?"

How much money do you have?

"what?!"

"What I mean is, how much savings do you have? I'd like to borrow some for an emergency. In the future, when you can't walk anymore, I'll take care of you in your old age. After all, we're family! If you're willing to lend me money, you're like my own father."

"..." There was no sound from the receiver, only heavy breathing.

"Okay! Even if you don't lend me money, I'll still take care of you in your old age. Riko said you have heart disease, so please don't get angry~ Remember to take your medicine. I'm hanging up now, bye~ Love you~ *kiss*"

After finishing his sentence, Xiuming hung up the phone without waiting for a response from the other end, his face expressionless.

Riko was stunned.

"Is there a problem?" Xiuming shrugged and spread his hands. "When dealing with these old-fashioned types, especially those with heart disease or high blood pressure, they tend to have short tempers. You have to use a soft approach. What if you use a hard approach and they get so angry they die? Staying silent like this is also a mistake. They'll think you're giving them the silent treatment. You have to learn to act cute and charming so they can't react. When they realize what's happening, they'll either not want to bother you anymore, or they'll be disgusted by the novelty and probably call you again. When they do, you answer the call, act cute, borrow some money, and play the victim a little..."

Before Xiuming could finish speaking, the landline rang; it was indeed a call from his hometown.

"Remember to act cute and charming," Xiuming instructed, indicating that he would be eavesdropping nearby.

Riko swallowed hard, took a deep breath, exhaled with a "whoosh," and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

The buzzing voice of Mr. Nobita came through the receiver: "Is that guy crazy?"

Xiuming held his hands up in front of his face, palms facing upwards, and mouthed: "Be cute! Be cute! Borrow money! Borrow money!"

Riko blushed and called out in a high-pitched voice, "Daddy~~~"