Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

Ezaki froze, his lips trembling as he murmured, "They will definitely come back to save me..."

Xiuming ignored her and, seeing that it was a landline number from the supermarket, immediately pressed the speakerphone button.

It was Riko calling.

It's easy to guess where you're going.

"Honey, someone just called to ask if you were satisfied with your visit to the Night Paris bubble bath shop last night?" Riko's voice was cautious, as if she were covering her mouth as she spoke.

Ezaki, who was sitting on the floor, suddenly looked up and opened his eyes wide.

"Ah..." Xiuming glanced at her sideways and asked, "What did you answer?"

“I told them I’d ask my husband, and they said they’d call back later.”

Ezaki's eyes were filled with disbelief, as if to say: How could Riko not know you're a fake husband? Did you two conspire to murder Hideaki Yamanaka?

"If they call again, just tell them I'm very satisfied, especially with Ms. Ezaki in the shop. She has a really nice butt and super sexy underwear. Of course, this is a cover for Mr. Miyamoto. I went back to the shop very early last night and didn't do anything, you know that, right?"

"Okay, I know, you're the best, honey. I'm hanging up now~ Oh, by the way, Ayako just took a taxi there, bye~"

From Riko's relaxed tone, it was clear that she didn't mind this kind of thing at all.

She's such a wonderful wife, I like her more and more.

Xiuming smacked his lips and turned off the speakerphone.

Ezaki had retreated to the corner of the wardrobe, her upper body leaning against the door, her back straight. Her legs, clad in black stockings, were curled up and pressed together, her hands gripping the hem of her ripped black pencil skirt tightly. She stared at him with a blank face and numb eyes.

She gives off the impression of "I'm sexually frigid," "I'm not interested in that kind of thing," "Don't make things difficult for yourself," and "You'll lose face."

Before you strike this pose, look in the mirror and see how swollen your face looks.

Xiuming pointed to the mirror on the cabinet door next to her.

Jiang Qi subconsciously turned his head and saw his right cheek in the mirror, which was red and swollen, as if a big steamed bun had been stuffed inside.

Her mind went blank, and she felt dizzy.

"puff--!"

She coughed up blood, and with a thud, her head fell backward onto the floor, and she lost consciousness.

Xiuming gasped, took two steps over, checked her pulse, and pried open her jaw. Thankfully, it wasn't a case of internal bleeding from a sudden attack of the heart; it was just blood from her nose that she had inhaled into her trachea and choked on.

I immediately carried her to the small bed and used massage to improve blood circulation in her head. After all, the slap had caused her a serious concussion, especially when her emotions were running high. Blood would rush to her brain, and it would be troublesome if she suffered a stroke or became mentally impaired.

About ten minutes later, Ezaki slowly opened his eyes.

Xiuming stood directly above her head, like a professional massage therapist, gently massaging her head with both hands. He smiled and said, "Honorable guest, are you satisfied? Please give us a good review, thank you!"

Jiang Qi rolled his eyes and slid to the side. "Just kill me! I'm too ashamed to face anyone."

She doesn't want to leave now; it's too embarrassing to go out like this. If members of the organization see her, she'll lose all her authority.

Xiuming pressed down slightly and continued, "Please give me a good review, thank you!"

[For some time up to midnight, Yoko Ezaki will refuse Ayako's greetings at the door in order to avoid losing too much face.]

Jiang Qi winced in pain, his lips twitched, and he frowned, opening his eyes wide: "I will no longer cooperate with you in anything, even if you kill me."

Chapter 71 I have never suffered such humiliation.

The third piece of information has changed: [During the period leading up to midnight, Yoko Ezaki will block the door, preventing Naoto Sugita and his boyfriend from driving her away.]

Xiuming grinned, revealing a set of sharp white teeth, and said, "Give me a good review for the head massage I gave you, or I'll send you back."

Of course, it's impossible to actually send her back, since she might just die, while I might face retaliation from a group of gangsters.

“You…” Jiang Qi’s lips trembled. “Are you trying to put me through obedience training? You pervert, I give you a good review. But I will never submit, and I will never hand over the evidence of my uncle’s crimes to you.”

[One good achievement achieved]

"This is just a necessary procedure for the service."

Xiuming ran his fingers through her soft hair, continuing to gently massage the acupoints on her head. "Now close your eyes and clear your mind. Good girl, go to sleep! I won't let anyone disturb you. I'll go downstairs and get you an ice pack to put on your face."

Next, Ayako and the gay couple came to the door.

Why not hide first, and then jump out and chase them away when they break down the door, and take the opportunity to ask this swollen-faced woman for a good review?

I wonder what skills she'd be eager to learn, probably something like beauty treatments? Coincidentally, my massage parlor is lacking that kind of skill.

Xiuming took a bag of ice from the freezer in the kitchen downstairs.

Jiang Qi sat upright on the bed, his face swollen, staring at him expressionlessly.

With a disapproving expression and raised eyebrows, Hideaki handed over the ice pack. Ezaki grabbed the ice pack and deliberately pulled it hard into his hand.

The transparent plastic bag containing the ice was wrapped in a piece of blue cotton cloth.

Xiuming walked to the door and pressed the lock repeatedly, as if checking its functionality.

Ezaki gently pressed the ice pack against his face, staring intently at Hideaki's back, secretly wondering what he was thinking.

While Xiuming went downstairs to get ice, she carefully recalled the events that had transpired.

She couldn't help but feel annoyed. She was stunned and frightened by his initial slap. Since waking up, she had been under his control and had been in a daze.

I have never suffered such humiliation before.

He disguised himself with scoundrel behavior, but he was a master of psychological manipulation.

Since waking up, I have been in a completely disadvantageous position.

When her skirt ripped and exposed her, she gave him money and begged him to let her go. She even knelt on the floor with her back to him in that shameful position.

It's utterly undignified.

He remained unmoved.

It can only be said that his concerns were more numerous than he imagined.

Riko knew perfectly well that he wasn't the real Hideaki Yamanaka. During their phone call, although Riko spoke cautiously, her dependence on him was palpable.

Logically speaking, the real Hideaki Yamanaka, burdened with an insurmountable debt, facing social death, and unemployed, would almost certainly commit suicide.

Through investigation of Riko's personality, it was determined that she would not commit murder of her husband, and at the same time, it was absolutely impossible for her to develop any feelings of dependence on the person who killed her husband.

Therefore, the fake Xiuming in front of me is clearly pretending to be a murderer to intimidate and mislead me.

I even suspect that the slap he gave me was specially calculated, delivered from a special angle, to achieve that effect.

Damn it! He must have investigated me too.

His identity is no longer important; he has already offended me to the core. Although it won't come to the point of mutual destruction, I will definitely not let him get away with it.

He had more concerns than I did. He cared a lot about his fake wife, Riko, and even gave her a startup supermarket.

As expected, Mrs. Riko's personality is truly endearing to men; even someone like her has fallen for her.

Riko is his weakness; I will use Riko to threaten him.

As for what methods he intends to use to threaten me...

Currently, all he has are the loan contracts that my father sold, which he is exposing as evidence that my father misappropriated customer deposits and transferred bank loan contracts to the underworld.

There are plenty of people like that in the bank, and my father is not an exception. As long as my father can withstand the pressure and doesn't commit suicide, he can be released after three years in prison. As a branch manager, his treatment in prison might even be better than outside.

After Ezaki understood the stakes involved, she even considered exposing her father and sending him to prison to ease his mind, since he was constantly being questioned by investigators and was mentally and physically exhausted.

It's just a fear of prison; once you're inside, you won't be afraid anymore.

As for the social condemnation and reputational damage he suffers, if it could bring him billions or even tens of billions in assets, he would probably accept it quickly.

This is no longer a weakness; I will expose my father on my own initiative!

Ezaki watched Hideaki's retreating figure, still playing with the lock, and sneered inwardly: So that's why he wanted me to write down evidence of my uncle's past crimes, wasn't it? Threatening me with the survival of the Yamagai Group. Impossible, I'll refuse to comply to the death.

Although I'm still imprisoned by you, our relationship has been reversed, and I don't want to get out... Ouch!

Ezaki accidentally pressed the ice pack on his face a little too hard, instinctively gasping for breath. Annoyed, he gently rubbed the ice pack against his face and sneered at Hideaki:

"You don't dare kill me, yet you imprison me like this. Aren't you worried that I'll take revenge on you after I get out? There are my men all over the outside; they'll find this place."

“That’s right,” Xiuming nodded, opened the door, pointed outside and said, “You’re free now, immediately, get out—you’re not welcome here.”

Ezaki froze, almost dropping the ice pack, and snorted coldly, "I'm not leaving! Haven't you heard the saying 'It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away'?"

If someone saw me with a face like that, I'd be so embarrassed...

As for how it felt to be slapped, how should I put it? Everyone bears some responsibility! After all, a shot was fired, but we can't forgive him for using so much force.

"Then think carefully about how to write the evidence of the crime!" Xiuming slammed the door shut, then opened it again, continuing to fiddle with the lock. "The underworld has no future; it's better to cut ties and go straight as soon as possible."

"You're scared, aren't you?"

Ezaki was secretly delighted and almost instinctively wanted to shout, "You don't want Mrs. Riko to be frightened either, do you?" But when she saw the blue nightgown on the bedside table, the image of him pushing her off the bed flashed through her mind.

He must care a lot about that lovable wife...

If I use this threat, even if it's meant as a joke, what if he takes it seriously? I'd be in deep trouble getting slapped again.

Although he was in a more advantageous position overall, he was still imprisoned by him in the current situation, and he didn't want to get out even now...

After a brief exchange of thoughts and careful consideration, Ezaki continued, "If you listen to me and do things for me from now on, I can consider letting bygones be bygones."

She values ​​people with the potential to make money. She has always trusted her own judgment. She was able to discover even a down-on-his-luck manga artist like Eri, so how could she not discover this guy who has already shown business acumen!

Chapter 72 Consider this slap a greeting gift

The moment she saw that "100-yuan supermarket," she immediately understood its business positioning, which focused on "cheap and practical." As someone who deals with debtors every day, she naturally knew how bad the future economic trend would be.

This supermarket has great potential. As long as the supply costs are reduced, it can definitely grow bigger and stronger. And I happen to have a foreign trade smuggling route and a lot of idle warehouse space.

Of course, this is only the first point.

Recalling the previous discussion about Matsuba Bank, the topic then turned to the stock market. He seemed to know a lot about the stock market and was quite confident that he could make money in it.

She had considered shorting the stock market, but it required extremely high levels of technical ability, strategic vision, understanding of government trends, psychological resilience, and a range of predictive abilities.

Short selling is not the same as simply buying and selling stocks. Whether the leverage is too high or too low, it's all painful. If you're not careful, you can lose everything and even incur huge debts.

She was even considering discussing with Hideaki the plan to short Matsuba Bank.