Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

It's already stuck to him and he can't get off.

Although Ayako felt that she had a place in Hideaki's heart, it should all be based on not lying to him, right?

After all, when I first started flirting with him, he made a disclaimer about his scumbag nature.

Just playing around? How annoying!

She had a premonition that her ex-husband would definitely barge in, and very soon, and then he would start yelling and cursing like a shrew, just like when they argued.

She didn't know how Xiuming would treat her when he found out the truth.

I can only let him know how good I am during the limited time we spend together. When he turns his back on me, at least I'll have some feelings for him, right?

Anyway, I can't live without it.

"Eh?! Yamete~~~~" Ayako cried out in a trembling voice reminiscent of Riko's shame.

Clearly, after a night of rest and recuperation, this kind of pace couldn't possibly have left Xiuming, who was in excellent physical condition, exhausted.

Ayako was panting, her hands pressed tightly against the thick, wine-red curtains that covered the glass wall. Her slender fingers gradually tightened, clenching the curtains into a ball in her palms.

With a soft rustling sound, the curtains fell down from the smooth glass curtain wall, which offered little friction.

The dimly lit room suddenly became brightly lit.

At the street intersection, groups of office workers, carrying breakfast, hurriedly rushed into the revolving glass doors of the building across the street.

Outside the curtain wall, a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a business suit, was standing in front of the mirrored curtain wall, holding an eyebrow pencil, her lips slightly parted and coated with lipstick, leaning forward, her eyes wide open, and drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Ayako's face was pressed against the curtain wall, her eyes and the woman's eyes outside the curtain wall separated only by a 3-centimeter-thick pane of glass.

"Hiss—!" Ayako gasped.

Xiuming realized something was wrong, so he quickly laid her down and put the curtains back on.

Then, using the "massage" technique she had acquired through the cheat, she pinched the philtrum and pressed acupoints for about five or six minutes before slowly opening her eyes.

"Did I just die?" Ayako's eyes were somewhat vacant. "I'm dreaming, right? Please tell me, it's a dream..."

"Don't you know what you did? Stop lying to yourself, it's stress shock. Even if I don't try to resuscitate you, you'll wake up in a while."

Xiuming gently touched her pink forehead, which was covered in fine sweat, and brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to one side of her pink cheek with sweat. He continued, "There's no need to scare yourself. Relax. Maybe there are aliens watching our live stream!"

"Oh..." Ayako was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sat up, threw herself at Hideaki, and pounded his chest, her face flushed. "I hate it, I hate it, I hate it... It's all your fault, I told you I didn't want it anymore, but you still wanted it..."

"It's not so bad, is it?" Xiuming leaned back, letting her lie on top of him.

Ayako placed her hands on either side of Hideaki's ears, blinked at him, and slightly bent her arms, pressing down. "It feels so much better. You're amazing."

"Tell me, what secret are you hiding?"

When Xiuming first woke up, the first thing he saw about her was, to use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, that her demeanor was like that of the contractor who had come to settle his accounts.

Xiuming disliked her fawning manner, especially when she was doing this kind of thing.

It's as if they coerced her. Don't they know what equality means?

Xiuming immediately pulled her over and they switched places on equal terms.

The morning was less rushed than the day before, so the two naturally moved on to the next step.

At this moment, in this situation, Ayako, who had experienced the extreme challenge, had her gloom faded and her eyes were now clear.

As expected, strong but short-lived emotions, when released, can also take away the accumulated negative emotions.

A highly effective psychotherapy.

"If this secret causes you a little trouble, what will you do?"

Ayako pressed her upper body against Hideaki's chest and cupped her hands on either side of his head, as if she would tear his head off if he said anything that displeased her.

Indeed, the mental and social deadness of the previous moment has led to a somewhat excited state of mind, as if any difficulty or obstacle can be easily overcome.

If Xiuming's answer didn't satisfy her, well! She smashed two big pomelos on his head.

"Will this trouble come if I don't say anything?" Xiuming felt like her nose was about to be flattened, so he tilted his chin up and added, "If it doesn't come, then don't say anything. I don't care if you say anything; I'm very busy."

Her indomitable spirit is back; it's probably nothing serious. As long as she didn't secretly mortgage the house and buy a financing-type variable insurance policy, everything will be fine. After all, her father-in-law is out of money, and her property seems to be her only large amount of speculative capital.

“My gay ex-husband isn’t dead. You can’t blame me. You’re the one who thinks that way, but I just didn’t explain.”

Ayako lowered her head ten centimeters, their noses almost touching. She stared intently into Hideaki's eyes, trying to discern any emotion in them.

Xiuming's gaze was casual. "Weren't we already divorced?"

That's great, it's not a mortgaged house.

As for Ayako's ex-husband... she previously said it was a secret divorce, clearly a matter of "family scandals should not be aired in public".

If he's still alive, and he's gay, they're from completely different worlds! Wouldn't that be better? Then she'll never be able to bring up the topic of "marrying him" again.

"If he knew about our relationship, he would try to stop it for the sake of his reputation. Would you find that troublesome?"

When Ayako said those words, she subconsciously held her breath.

Once the most important thoughts were spoken, reason ultimately prevailed over excitement.

Xiuming's flirtatious and scumbag nature always terrified her. Especially at this critical juncture, she was truly worried that he would say something that would leave her heartbroken.

“I… I might lose the house,” Ayako quickly added before Hideaki could speak, “Didn’t you want to buy stocks with a loan? If you find that too much trouble, then I…”

"He dares to steal my house!" Xiuming sat up abruptly and pulled Ayako into his arms. "Isn't this more exciting?"

"Huh?" Ayako was startled, then suddenly realized something was wrong. "Wait~"

Chapter 62 Let me tell you something.

VIP chapters will be available at midnight tonight.

Thank you to all my friends who have been with me along the way.

If we continue walking, we'll need to breastfeed.

I really, really need you all. Thank you everyone.

I also want to thank all the friends who have given me tips before; I remember each of their nicknames.

Later, in chronological order, an extra chapter will be added in honor of those who have given tips.

Thank you again, and I hope to have you with me on this journey.

I'm not sleeping tonight, I'm going to write.

Chapter 63 Ayako, Silently Enduring Pressure

Around eight o'clock, Riko woke up naturally.

She lay lazily on the mattress, blinking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The lingering feeling from the dream still stirs in my heart.

It seems that many people's dreams are related to their experiences during the day.

Yesterday, Xiuming not only didn't yell at her, but also showed concern for her in every way.

That scene automatically filtered out Xiuming's impatient look and irritable voice, and kept flashing back in her mind.

The feelings that touch the heartstrings are especially strong when falling asleep, so much so that they are transmitted into dreams and beautified.

Today will definitely be a happy day.

The hands of the alarm clock on the bedside table pointed to 8:30.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late."

Riko sat up abruptly, rubbed her slightly flushed face, quickly put on her slippers, and rushed into the bathroom.

After washing up, she took out the makeup box that Xiuming had bought before and carefully applied a delicate light makeup to herself.

When she changed her clothes, she found that the red marks she had scratched herself and the red marks from the hanging window when she went downstairs had all faded.

So, does that mean...?

"Ah~ I'm so embarrassed."

Riko blushed, stomped her foot, and ran quickly to the door. Then she couldn't help but turn back and look at her makeup in the mirror.

Yes, it's done very well, no mistakes, keep it up!

I walked briskly out of the neighborhood, humming a lullaby.

A few white clouds drifted across the azure sky.

As I walked to the mirrored glass wall at the corner of the supermarket, I couldn't help but turn around and check my clothes.

Her slightly wavy hair was styled in a bun on her head, indicating that she was already a wife with someone she loved.

Her bright eyes seemed to reflect the azure sky; this lady was very happy.

She wore a beige knit top with buttons, the yellow buttons neatly fastened, the hem just past her hips, paired with loose blue jeans and white sneakers.

She exudes youthful energy; if it weren't for the mature curves of her chest, she would look like a high school girl.

"Oh dear, doesn't this outfit make me look like I'm trying to look young? I'm already a wife..."

Riko couldn't help but touch her cheek and hesitate in front of the mirror.

The room separated by a glass curtain wall presents a completely different scene.

As someone who has experienced bungee jumping, after jumping off the first time from the platform, the second time is not so scary. In fact, it can be quite fun, and you can savor the feeling of falling between life and death.

Ayako then developed this mindset.

Of course, as a woman, she still has an instinctive sense of modesty and shame. She simply lifted a corner of the curtain, biting it tightly with her clean, white teeth, revealing only a pair of slightly dazed eyes. When she was occasionally clear-headed, she was filled with the anxiety of "What if they find out?" It was like the feeling of worrying that the rope might suddenly break when bungee jumping.

Of course, such concerns are unlikely to arise in a proper and rigorous bungee jumping program.

And then Riko suddenly appeared in front of the glass curtain wall.

"Hurry, hurry..."

Ayako felt that the safety rope was about to snap.

We absolutely must not let Riko see this. Although Riko is easy to bully, she still has a legitimate status.