I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

He could only leave dissatisfied, but before leaving, he still pointed at the boss.

He seemed very dissatisfied with him and wanted to warn him.

The boss just chuckled casually, not caring at all.

What good are these women's warnings? They may have sent those men home today, but what about tomorrow?

What about the day after tomorrow?

They will still come.

"That annoying shrew is finally gone." Keiko walked in from outside, looked at the scene inside the izakaya, and shook her head helplessly.

"This kind of thing would never happen in an izakaya in Second New Tokyo. It would only happen here, in this small town, that such an embarrassing thing could happen."

After saying that, she walked straight towards the man in the corner.

She clung to the man, looking aggrieved: "What does this have to do with me? I'm in a difficult position too. Otherwise, am I supposed to starve to death here?"

She was extremely resentful, yet it sounded like she was being coquettish with that man.

However, it is truly disgusting for a woman with heavy makeup and extremely vulgar mannerisms to make such a gesture.

This man named Yajima, however, did not feel any aversion.

Instead, he advised Keiko, "After all, he is someone else's husband."

"But what does it have to do with me?" Keiko snapped angrily. "What did I do? I was just doing my job."

She suddenly burst into tears again: "I know, you must look down on me. But what did I do wrong, Yajima? You said before that you have a daughter and can't grant my request. But am I not a good mother?"

Chapter 22 Rainwater Reversed in the Mirror

She cried and lamented, oblivious to everyone around her, tears streaming down her face.

She cried very sadly.

Although he kept patting Yajima on the shoulder, it seemed as if he was complaining.

But she got even closer, leaving Yajima somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do.

Keiko sobbed again, saying, "I did it all for my daughter. If it weren't for her, would I have done this? Wouldn't I have preferred to be a stay-at-home mom? Back in Second New Tokyo, I was a stay-at-home mom too. I had to get up very early every day to prepare three meals a day, do housework, and take care of my daughter."

“I’m a good mother too. But I was betrayed and lost all my assets. I have no choice but to come back to my hometown to work, but I’ve been a housewife for too many years. How can I possibly find a job? You might say I can work at a convenience store, but how can I support my daughter if I work at a convenience store?”

"So I had no choice but to come here to work? Enduring harassment from those people every day. You know how much pain I'm in. I thought you were a good person, and I treated you with all my heart, even causing my business to suffer a bit because of you. But I never expected you to see me like this too."

She cried as she glanced at Yajima with a veiled look.

Seeing Yajima's somewhat flustered appearance, she gritted her teeth and prepared to put in more effort.

She pulled a handkerchief from her bosom and stuffed it into Yajima's hand.

She looked heartbroken and said, "Even though you don't believe me, you used to be a good person. This handkerchief isn't for you, it's for the good person from before, Yajima."

As she spoke, she began to cry again.

Yajima was at a loss, and finally put his arm around Keiko's shoulder and kept comforting her.

He kept assuring Keiko, "I will never look down on you, absolutely not. Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to help you."

Keiko was still faking her tears, and Yajima could only keep comforting her.

Finally, when Keiko felt the time was right, she looked up.

Looking aggrieved, she said, "Who knows if what you're saying is true?"

She pressed herself against Yajima, and the strong scent of perfume made Yajima dizzy.

Yajima was about to make another promise, but Keiko stopped him.

Huizi said, "I don't want your promises, nor do I need them. You'd better go back now, lest your old woman at home start yelling and screaming again."

With that, Keiko got up and went to the back.

Yajima could only give a helpless bitter smile, get up, pay the bill, and leave.

The shopkeeper only called out to Keiko after Yajima had left, "Keiko, you can come in now. Yajima has left."

Keiko then came in from behind, but she didn't look sad at all.

She smoked a cigarette and said with a numb expression, "I know."

Looking at Huizi, the shop owner frowned and said, "Smoking is not allowed inside the shop."

Keiko, however, didn't think so, and just waved her hand and said, "I'll be done after I finish this one."

The boss gave it a disdainful look before saying, "If you keep smoking, Yajima might notice something."

Huizi glanced at the boss indifferently and said, "Boss, you still don't understand."

As she said this, she threw her cigarette butt outside: "Since everything's alright today, I'll go home."

"So early?"

The boss glanced at the rain outside.

Huizi said, "Anyway, there aren't many customers right now, so I'm just wasting my time here."

After saying this, she went back to the dressing room, put on her coat, picked up her bag, and left.

Xia Wuzhao was tidying up the things on the table.

After looking at it for a while, the boss said, "Xia Wu, once you're done tidying up, your work for today will be considered complete."

"Ah."

Xia Wuzhao nodded, and as if trying to start a conversation, he said, "In my class, there's also a girl named Yajima. But that girl is the leader of the class. She's usually very imposing."

The boss was taken aback, then laughed and said, "The surname Yajima is indeed very rare; I've rarely heard of it either."

He seemed to be hinting at something, but then he said nothing more.

He simply waved his hand, urging Xia Wuzhao to get to work.

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Yajima sat in the car and glanced at the handkerchief.

It was a plain white handkerchief, nothing special. I thought about folding it, but then I decided against it.

He casually crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

This is how it's done – driving back home.

Because his home was near the school and it was raining, his driving time took a little longer.

It was already evening when I got home.

His house is a detached house surrounded by vines and flowers.

As he went inside, he said, "I'm back."

"father!"

Risa Yajima ran from the living room to the entryway and looked at Yajima happily, saying, "Dad, you're working a little late today."

"Haha," Yajima laughed, "I was drinking with clients again today, so it's a bit late. Luckily it's raining, so there weren't any traffic police or anything. Otherwise, I probably would have had to take the train home."

Risa Yajima didn't think much of it: 'I just said, "Dad, you've worked hard. Mom's cooking, go take a shower first."'

Yajima's expression faltered slightly, then he nodded and said, "Okay."

When passing by the kitchen, Yajima could still see middle-aged women busy inside.

That was Risa Yajima's mother, a very ordinary housewife. She was dressed casually, and her hair was simply tied up.

Yajima frowned.

Yajima's mother turned to look at him, a little puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yajima shook his head and said nothing more.

He simply walked straight into the bathroom.

Risa Yajima, meanwhile, was leaning on the counter in the open kitchen, looking at her mother: "Mom, Dad's working overtime again today. You need to make something nice."

As Yajima's mother listened to these words, her hand paused slightly.

She added, "He's been working overtime a lot lately. We need to cook some nice, delicious meals."

Risa Yajima looked at her mother with a puzzled expression, not understanding why her mother's tone was so strange.

I guess I was just tired.

So she went into the kitchen.

"Mom, let me help you."

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, ready to help.

Yajima's mother looked at Risa and smiled with some relief: "Okay."

She stroked Risa's hair and said, "It's so good to have you."

Risa gave her mother a big smile.

But then she said, "Mom, you messed up my hair."

She said, "This hairstyle took me a long time to get right."

Risa frowned, and Yajima's mother smiled helplessly and said, "Mom will fix it up for you again in a bit, it won't be any different from how it is now."

Only then did Risa start to laugh.

This is truly a picture of family harmony.

Chapter 23 A Tangled Misfortune

After the Yajima family had a peaceful dinner, Risa Yajima was about to watch TV.

Suddenly, Yajima's mother said, "Risa, you should go do your homework."

Risa looked a little troubled and unwilling. She said in a coquettish tone, "So soon? I still want to watch TV. There's a drama going on later."

"Go upstairs and do your homework first. Your dad and I have something to talk about."

Yajima's mother did not agree to Risa's request, but waved her hand, urging Yajima Risa to go upstairs quickly.

"Oh!"

Risa Yajima had a strange expression on her face, as if she understood something, and then she ran upstairs.

Halfway there, she deliberately said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely cover my ears tightly. You won't hear anything."

"Risa!" Yajima called out, frowning.

Risa chuckled and ran to her room, put on her headphones, and started listening to music and doing her homework.

Risa Yajima's mother, Momono Yajima, and her father, Jiro Yajima, sat silently on the sofa.

The atmosphere grew heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Jiro Yajima couldn't take it anymore. He looked at Momono Yajima in front of him and said, "What's going on? Are you doing this on purpose? If there's nothing else, I'm going to go to sleep."

Looking at Yajima Jiro in front of her, Momono Yajima said with a tone of anger and grievance, "Have you really been going to work lately?"

"Didn't I go to work? What did you think I went there to do?"

Yajima Jiro said angrily, "You think I haven't been to work? What have I been doing?"

He appeared extremely angry, repeatedly slamming his fist on the table.

Make a loud noise

Momono Yajima just looked at him and said sadly, "Are you going to work? Then how do you explain the smell of alcohol on your clothes?"

"That's the smell of alcohol from drinking with my clients!" Yajima Jiro seemed to laugh in exasperation. "Do you think I don't drink when I meet with clients?"

As if he had caught something wrong, he said to Momono Yajima, "You're so mean! I was just having a drink with a client, and you're already so suspicious of me!"

His angry demeanor would have likely persuaded anyone else.

But Momono Yajima sneered, "What's with the woman's scent on your clothes? Did you pick it up while entertaining clients?"

"You actually smelled my clothes! You're disgusting!" Yajima Jiro shouted.

"Otherwise what? Do you think you can fool me?" Momono Yajima shouted.