Tokyo: The Beginning of the Gauze Female Devil

"Then I've changed my mind. I promise you now!"

As he spoke, he clamped Matsumoto Arina's slender wrist with both hands and pressed her hard onto the rear seat of the Porsche.

"……" Her wrist was grasped by an irresistible force, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably. Feeling the young man's breath coming towards her, Matsumoto Arina widened her eyes, unable to conceal her inner panic any more.

"asshole!"

"Chubby!"

"bed bugs!"

Her pink lips trembled, and she couldn't stop cursing in a delicate voice: "Let me go, Fujii Itsuki, I want you to let me go!"

But Fujii Itsuki's cold and handsome face kept getting closer and closer, and fear quickly flooded Matsumoto Yuina's heart like a tide. She didn't even last a few seconds, and the last line of defense in her heart was instantly broken, and she cried loudly: "Wuwuwu..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

Tears burst out from those eyes that were as bright as autumn water, and Matsumoto Arina cried like rain and choked with sobs.

"I can give you money. I have a lot of money..."

"I'm sorry, Fujii Itsuki!"

"I beg you!"

Chapter 252 We are lovers (Thanks to the great certification of [World or Fans]!)

In the already cramped and crowded back seat of the Porsche 911, the two were so close that they were almost sticking to each other.

Fujii Itsuki ignored Matsumoto Arina's shouting and pleas for mercy, and his calm expression showed no change at all.

Matsumoto Arina's delicate body was trembling, and she had to close her eyes in fear like a quail. There was no trace of the elegant and proud demeanor of a rich lady just now.

"Fujii Itsuki..."

She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth and threatened with her last breath: "My mother won't let you go!"

"I'm the only daughter of the Matsumoto family, you can't do this to me!"

"Ah--"

"Do you think you are superior to anyone else?"

Fujii Shu's handsome face was a little cold, and he said with interest: "Ms. Arina, I just treat you the same way you treat me."

"Why, you can't bear it?"

Letting go of Matsumoto Arina's slender wrist, Fujii Itsuki reached out and pinched her snow-white and delicate chin, forcing her to open her eyes and look into his eyes.

“You’re used to enjoying privilege, so when equality happens to you it feels like oppression.”

Leaning down and gazing at the pair of bright and beautiful eyes from top to bottom, Fujii Itsuki said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in having anything to do with a loser like you."

"you……"

The feeling of tightness on her chin made Matsumoto Arina cough involuntarily. The extremely sarcastic "loser" seemed to pierce her heart.

"What on earth do you want to do!?"

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite Fujii Itsuki to death on the spot.

Hearing this, Fujii Itsuki slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a harmless smile. He pinched Matsumoto Arina's chin with one hand and took out a mobile phone from his coat pocket in front of her with the other hand.

"We are in a society ruled by law now, not in the Warring States Period. If you chop me with a sword, I will chop you with a knife."

"me……"

"Of course I have to call the police and defend my rights according to the law!"

He looked through the car window at the two bodyguards lying on the ground groaning outside.

"Ms. Youcai, is this attempted murder or hiring someone to hurt someone in the street?"

He then turned his gaze to the "murder weapon" lying quietly on the ground, the metal baton, and the dashcam on the front of the Porsche.

“Call…call the police?!”

"Hiring someone to hurt someone?!"

Matsumoto Yuina's pupils shrank, as if she imagined herself being interrogated and taking a statement by the police in the Metropolitan Police Department, and the tragic scene of her mother Matsumoto Yuriko looking at her with disgust and ridicule in the detention room.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

She is beautiful, rich, and in the prime of her youth. She doesn't want to suffer in prison!

Moreover, she didn't want to be bailed out by that woman Matsumoto Yuriko and never be able to hold her head up in front of her for the rest of her life!

“…Don’t, don’t call the police!”

The grip on Fujii Itsuki's wrist loosened, Matsumoto Arina bit her pink lips lightly, and made a decision in her heart knowing the situation.

Her two soft and slender hands gently stroked Fujii Itsuki's hands. Her arrogant expression was gone, and her delicate and pretty face also had a hint of flattery.

"I'm sorry, Fujii Itsuki..."

"I...I can apologize to you and compensate you for all your losses..."

"I really know I was wrong!"

"Really?" Looking at the wealthy young lady in front of him begging for mercy in a humble manner, Fujii Itsuki's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing. He leaned down and spoke loudly into Matsumoto Arina's small ear.

“…It’s too late!”

Just like last time when she rejected Matsumoto Arina's offer to support her at Matsumoto's house, the same thing happened again. This time, Fujii Itsuki also rejected her apology and called 110 to report the incident.

……

【Ding! 】

[Successfully launched a revenge against Matsumoto Arina! 】

[Reward: 30000 yen in cash! ]

[Reward: 300 Revenge Points! ]

【Ding! 】

【Character: Arina Matsumoto】

[Attribute: Evil Miss]

[Revenge Progress: 100%]

……

Tokyo, Nishi-Shinjuku wealthy area.

"Snapped--"

"Thirty thousand."

In a poker room with high-end decoration, four fashionable and noble ladies from wealthy families were sitting around a mahjong table, playing ivory mahjong tiles leisurely, while several waiters stood respectfully on their left and right.

Through the glass windows behind them, one can overlook the bustling night scene of the entire Shinjuku area at any time.

"eat!"

"Three of a kind." Yuriko Matsumoto rested her slender right leg on her left leg, eating the card of the previous player while playing a three of a kind.

Today she was wearing a "Maillard" style dark brown slim windbreaker, with an orange-pink sweatshirt inside, and a caramel-colored leather skirt on the lower body, which not only showed her figure, but also highlighted her unique temperament and taste.

Among several elegant and wealthy ladies, Yuriko Matsumoto's stunningly beautiful face was particularly eye-catching.

The four ladies present were all women in their thirties or forties. As they chatted, they inevitably turned the topic to their own children.

"Snapped--"

"West Wind." Mrs. Watanabe, who was on the right of Matsumoto Yuriko, played a West Wind and couldn't help complaining, "Speaking of children, my son has never given me peace of mind since he started high school..."

"I was uneducated and unskilled abroad. I drank, drove fast, went to nightclubs, and did all kinds of bad things. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

"It's better to have a daughter. Daughters are less of a worry."

"Snapped--"

"Who said that having a daughter will save you trouble?" Mrs. Miyazaki on the other side also threw out a photo and rolled her eyes at Mrs. Watanabe.

"Doesn't my Nanami still go to bars and parties all day and stay at her boyfriend's house all night?"

"Yuriko is so lucky to have a sensible daughter like Arina. She has been excellent since she was a child. She is much more obedient than my Nanami."

Mrs. Miyazaki turned her head and looked at Yuriko Matsumoto, who had a mature and beautiful face and looked somewhat similar to her daughter Arina Matsumoto.

"Yes, yes. I remember Yuriko's Arina participated in the Yokohama... No, it was the Hamamatsu International Piano Competition a few years ago!"

"This child has been a genius since he was young, and not just in music."

"Oh, Yuriko is so lucky."

"..."

Several wealthy ladies followed suit, but only Matsumoto Yuriko couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"Well behaved and sensible?!"

"Are they talking about my daughter having vegetables?"

but……

"Compared to those playboys, Youcai is indeed quite law-abiding."

The game continued, and the three ladies all confidently played Riichi.

Yuriko Matsumoto stretched out her slender hand and calmly touched an ivory mahjong tile.

"Snapped--"

"Touch by yourself!" She felt the pattern of the tiles with her hands, and with a smile on her lips, she pushed down the row of tiles in front of her neatly.

"You're right, Yuriko!"

"How dare you play with the cards of Yijiu?" Mrs. Miyazaki on the left looked at Yuriko Matsumoto's cards with surprise.

"That's right, you cut off the three big cards and made the first one to draw with nine!"

The other wives also vented their dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't matter what the cards are, and I don't care about the process, as long as I can win."

All three companies are involved, and Yuriko Matsumoto still had a smile on her face as she explained to them indifferently.

“…I can’t do anything to you.”

"Come again, come again!" Mrs. Miyazaki called out unconvinced.

"It's past seven. Let's do it next time." Mrs. Watanabe yawned lazily.

"I'm going to ask the driver to take me back."

"Well, I have to go back and make a loving dinner for my husband." The remaining wife also stood up from her seat.

"Yuriko, Miyazaki, see you next time."

Everyone picked up their luxurious little leather bags and left one by one.

As for Yuriko Matsumoto and Mrs. Miyazaki, they both live in the Ochanomizu high-end residential building in Chiyoda Ward. They came together and naturally left together.

"Jingle Bell--"

She picked up her handbag and just stood up from her seat when the cell phone that Matsumoto Yuri had placed on the mahjong table suddenly rang.

"Moses Moses." After the call was connected, a stranger's voice came from the receiver.

"Who, Bunkyo Metropolitan Police Department?!"

"Yes, I am Yuriko Matsumoto, the mother of Arina Matsumoto."

"……What?!"

Listening to the explanation of the police officer on the other end of the phone, Matsumoto Yuriko's beautiful brows suddenly frowned.

"Okay, I'll drive over now!"

"This damn girl!"