Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Her ample buttocks pressed tightly against Ye Hai's thighs, and her breasts, even fuller than Yui's, beneath her knitted sweater, almost overflowed from the V-neck. The soft touch transmitted through the thin fabric carried a heat that made one's heart race.

She gently traced her fingers across Ye Hai's chest and whispered, "For Yui... I'm willing to do anything, as long as you can help us."

Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and her long pink hair fell down, making her fair skin even more alluring.

"hiss--"

Ye Hai gasped, feeling the softness and warmth of her body. His hand unconsciously went to her waist. Good heavens!

Outrageous! Off the charts!

Why did he suddenly feel like he had become the male protagonist in some adult drama?

A widow in the workplace?

His voluptuous figure and the aura of despair and temptation made his reason waver.

He said in a low voice, "Mrs. Yuihama... I can consider waiving the penalty interest, and we can talk about the mortgage later."

Ye Hai's hand tightened around her waist.

A hint of sadness flashed in Yuihama Yuka's eyes; she knew she had to offer more leverage.

Her only bargaining chip was herself.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to force a deeper smile, her voice low and trembling: "Mr. Ye Hai... I really have no other choice..."

Her fingers gently hooked around Ye Hai's collar, and she suddenly leaned forward, her soft lips directly kissing the corner of Ye Hai's mouth.

Her kiss was slightly awkward and trembling. She whispered, her voice almost inaudible: "Please... for Yui... I can give you everything."

Ye Hai's pupils contracted sharply; the coconut-scented kiss instantly shattered his already dwindling rationality.

His hand slid from her waist to her back and hugged her tightly.

Coconut Fragrance's eyes glistened with tears, but for her daughter's future, she could only let herself succumb to despair.

She breathed softly, her voice a mixture of sorrow and allure: "Mr. Ye Hai... I can be your secretary... I can handle everything for you... as long as you're willing to help us."

"it is good!"

Ye Hai, that old lecher, was completely powerless to resist and utterly succumbed to temptation.

Who could resist a stunningly beautiful car with oversized headlights?

Outside the building, the sun shines brightly, while inside the office, springtime atmosphere prevails.

Kentaro Yamamoto sat in his office with a smug look on his face: "She hasn't come out for so long. It seems that lady didn't waste my special advice."

"Boss, I believe you will understand that I am your most loyal little brother!"

"My monthly salary of ten million is definitely not for nothing!"

Did they really think he was stupid enough to transfer the work to his boss? Actually, when Yamamoto Kentaro saw the debt information of the Yuihama family, he had already started to plan his own scheme.

……

Ugh--

What is the meaning of life?

Lust clouded his judgment... Ye Hai, Ye Hai, how could you not control yourself?

Ye Hai fell into deep thought, appearing as wise and sage-like as ever.

Now things are really messed up; not only have we not recovered the debt, but we're also likely to lose a lot more money.

Inside the office, a lingering heat still hung in the air. Ye Hai sat in a black leather chair, his suit jacket casually open, the top two buttons of his white shirt haphazardly fastened, revealing his muscular chest.

Yuihama Yuka stood by the table, her head down, tidying her clothes. The V-neck of her beige knit sweater was slightly askew, and her long pink hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, with a few strands sticking to her fair neck, giving her a disheveled beauty.

Yuihama Yuka bit her lower lip, her fingers pausing at the neckline of her cardigan, silently murmuring to herself, "I'm sorry..."

She took a deep breath, forced a stiff smile, looked up at Ye Hai, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Mr. Ye Hai... about our matter... I hope you can keep your promise."

Ye Hai leaned back in his chair, straightened his shirt, and glanced at her.

He cleared his throat, his tone regaining some of his usual composure: "Mrs. Yuihama, rest assured, I keep my word."

He paused for a moment: "Starting next week, you will come to the company as my personal secretary, with a monthly salary of 400,000 yen. All penalty interest from (acej) before will be waived, and the mortgage payment of three years and two months can be extended. After that, the normal monthly payment of 181,000 yen will be deducted from your salary."

"As for social security, our company will pay it for you as usual. Oh, by the way, our company benefits are quite good, and the company also covers the individual portion of social security."

Yuihama Yuka was stunned for a moment, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you... Mr. Ye Hai."

Her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Even after deducting the 40 monthly mortgage payment from a monthly salary of 18, there is still about 22 left.

Although it may seem like you earn less than working at a convenience store, according to Yubin Yexiang, the working hours at Deepsea Financial are much shorter than those at a convenience store.

More importantly, social security can reduce many of Yubin Yuka's worries. She no longer has to be afraid to go to the hospital when she is sick, and can only buy some medicine at the pharmacy to tough it out, like before.

It seems like this is good, as it frees up more time to take care of Yui.

At least, she'll have time to prepare daily bento boxes for Yui from now on, so she won't have to buy those pre-made frozen bento boxes that have been sitting for who knows how long from the convenience store.

She straightened her knitwear, trying to make herself look more presentable. She tied her long pink hair up again, but it couldn't hide the fatigue on her face.

Ye Hai's stamina was too good, which made her unable to keep up for a while.

Ye Hai's gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled and said, "Alright, go back and get some rest. Report to the company next Monday."

He originally wanted to woo the other person's daughter, so what's going on with him suddenly getting involved in something so complicated?

No, it seems like he was run over by a truck.

Yuihama Yuka nodded, forcing a smile: "Okay... I understand."

She turned and walked towards the door, her skirt swaying slightly, the curves of her waist and hips still alluring in the sunlight. Before pushing open the door, she glanced back at Ye Hai, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

From now on, my life will be tied to this person.

With over twenty years left on her mortgage, it's clear she won't be able to leave until it's paid off.

But how many more years can she maintain her current appearance?

As Yuihama Yuka walked out of the office building, the sunlight stung her eyes.

She's already in her thirties. Even if she can hook up with Ye Hai now with her beauty, what will she do when she gets old and loses her looks?

"I remember that according to the marriage law, even if a child is born out of wedlock, the biological father is still required to pay child support."

Yuihama Yuka subconsciously touched her slightly swollen belly; she hadn't taken any precautions.

On the one hand, it was a spur-of-the-moment decision and I really didn't bring it; on the other hand, I also had some ulterior motives.

Since we've already started, we need to think long-term.

She lowered her head, straightened her clothes, took a deep breath, and tried to appear normal. She murmured to herself, "Yui... Mom will give you a good life..."

Chapter 51 The Red Queen Who Monitors the World

"Master, based on data and behavioral analysis, your new personal secretary is most likely after your assets."

Inside the office, the previously empty computer screen suddenly displayed the image of the Red Queen.

Ye Hai glanced at Hong, then reached out and touched the leaves of the succulent plant on the table, saying, "I know."

This is normal.

If the other party really acted as if they had no desires, Ye Hai wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.

Although he was confident in his own charm, he wasn't so arrogant as to think that all women would throw themselves at him without any desire for anything in return.

Is it an exchange of benefits?

Ye Hai doesn't mind paying some price as long as the price is right.

"Master, the automatic monitoring program reports that your subordinate, Kentaro Yamamoto, deliberately handed you information about Yuihama Yuka and induced her to seduce you."

"Their behavior may pose potential risks, and we suggest you pay close attention."

The Red Queen continued her report.

"Automatic monitoring?"

Ye Hai raised an eyebrow: "How did you eavesdrop?"

"All networked devices are within my monitoring range. If the owner needs me to avoid certain devices, please give me your instructions in advance."

The Red Queen's voice was flat and emotionless.

Ye Hai tapped his fingers lightly on the table, gazing thoughtfully at the data stream projected by Red Queen. So, you can access Yamamoto's private communication records, emails, even dashcam audio...?

Theoretically yes, master.

The Queen nodded slightly, and ripples appeared on the holographic projection of her red dress: "As long as the device has ever been connected to the network, even if it's currently offline, it will upload cached data as soon as it reconnects. Should I show you the content of Kentaro Yamamoto's conversation at the izakaya last night?"

A sudden gust of cold air blew out of the office's temperature control system, causing the leaves of the succulent plants to tremble slightly.

Ye Hai suddenly laughed, poking the red, illusory ends of his hair with his fingertip: If intelligence agencies of various countries knew about your ability, it might trigger World War III.

"Yamamoto..."

"Just keep listening; there's no need to do anything extra."

Ye Hai shook his head. Ever since the company started to expand, Yamamoto Kentaro had developed a sense of crisis and kept pledging his loyalty to Ye Hai, as if he was afraid of losing Ye Hai's trust.

Yes, he should be more aware of the potential for crisis.

The money was given by Ye Hai.

The weapons were provided by Ye Hai.

Furthermore, given the pledge of loyalty he had made back then, it was impossible for him to leave Ye Hai and start anew.

As for turning against us?

That's even more impossible.

Regardless of the intimidation caused by Ye Hai's display of force, Yamamoto Kentaro wouldn't dare to mess with Ye Hai's wife, Yukino Yukinoshita, or the Yukinoshita family behind her.

Do you really think someone who started in real estate is some kind of nice guy?

Add to that the Hiratsuka family's eldest daughter who occasionally visits the company, and Ye Hai's intricate background makes Yamamoto Kentaro dare not harbor any ill intentions. He can only focus on clinging to Ye Hai's coattails.

……

"There is a rectangular blackboard at the front of the classroom, dark green; there is also a rectangular blackboard at the back, dark green."

"Japanese classrooms are always extremely tidy. The walls are so white they're almost blinding, like newly pasted funeral paper. The overhead light bulbs buzz like they're housing a swarm of greenbottle flies."

"The students all sat with their backs straight, their necks craning forward, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on the back of their heads. The teacher stood in front of the podium, his wrinkles etched with old precepts from decades ago."

"The sound was squeezed out of the throat, sharpened by the teeth, and drilled straight into the ear, chillingly cold..."

As Hachiman Hikigaya was engrossed in writing, a fist slammed directly onto the notebook in front of him.

"Hachiman! All I did was ask you to join a club, and you dare to talk about your teacher like that!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka angrily tapped Hachiman Hikigaya on the head with the book in her hand.

Hiratsuka-sensei.

Hachiman Hikigaya slowly began: "Don't you think this kind of description has a strong sense of immediacy? Like what Osamu Dazai wrote in *No Longer Human*."

Hiratsuka Shizuka retorted angrily, "Don't give me that! When did I ever have a face full of wrinkles!"

Hikigaya Hachiman: "..."

Ah, yes, that's right, he's secretly taking revenge.

It's cowardly not daring to fight back openly, but it's even more cowardly not daring to stab people in the back.

He was so engrossed in writing this time that he didn't even notice when Shizuka-sensei came over.