I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

Risa Yajima nodded.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she slipped a cell phone into the car.

Now, she can use another phone that is linked to a parenting app to see where this phone has gone.

This software was originally invented for children's safety, but Risa Yajima found an additional use for it.

Through this software, she saw her father's car heading towards the seaside.

She comforted her mother for a while, put on her shoes, and went out.

Risa Yajima looked at the route, waited for a tram, and then got on.

Sitting in a chair by the window, she stared at her phone through gritted teeth.

Yajima Jiro drove his car out of town along the highway, where he could see many couples.

"so good."

He sighed, "It would be nice to be at the beach with Keiko."

Thinking this way, he felt somewhat excited.

As he passed a gold shop, Yajima Jiro stopped to go in and buy something.

The clerk immediately came over and asked, "Sir, what would you like to buy?"

“Two necklaces.” Yajima Jiro looked at the items on display.

The sales clerk asked with some confusion, "Do you want the matching couple style?"

“No, one is for adults. The other is for girls,” Yajima Jiro explained.

"Oh, I see." The clerk said with a smile, "It seems that you really like your wife and daughter, sir, that you came here specifically to buy a gift."

"I do love my daughter very much."

Yajima Jiro gave an awkward laugh.

The sales clerk then selected two necklaces, one more mature and the other more youthful.

After paying, Yajima Jiro walked out of the shop, while the clerk bowed at the door.

After placing it in the passenger seat, Yajima Jiro could already picture Risa's joyful and surprised expression when she saw the gift.

After starting the car, he muttered to himself, "If we get divorced, I'll get custody."

Chapter 45: Liquids of Anger and Resentment Squeezed from the Skin

Keiko was working at the izakaya dressed in pretty clothes. There were so many customers today that she was a little overwhelmed.

Moreover, they were all middle-aged men, and although Keiko was a little annoyed, she still forced a smile on her face.

She has great respect for money and is even willing to give up anything for it.

The owner placed several small dishes on the counter and asked Huizi to serve them to the other customers.

Huizi asked with dissatisfaction, "Boss, can't you hire another waiter? Look at my newly done manicure, these aren't the hands for serving food."

She complained.

The boss said somewhat awkwardly, "Xia Wuzhao hasn't been coming around as often lately. I asked her last time, and she said it's because she's been accompanying the head of the horticulture department to work. So, I haven't been able to find someone to work as a waitress."

Huizi paused for a moment, then complained, "Then find someone else. I make so much money for you every day."

"Haha," the boss laughed, "I still have to give you a share of the profits. The money I'm making isn't enough to hire another waiter. If you want a new waiter, then you'll have to work a little harder, Huizi."

Huizi simply gave the boss the middle finger and then served a plate of side dishes to the guests.

The guests teased, "Keiko, you look much prettier today, all dressed up so formally. Are you going on a date? Not with that Yajima guy, is it?"

Keiko rolled her eyes at them and said, "Yajima is more like a man than any of you. I'm definitely going on a date with Yajima."

The men joked again, "How do you know if we're men or not?"

They were all smiling, their smiles carrying lewd undertones.

Huizi said, "If you're men, then divorce your spouses and marry me!"

Now, all the men fell silent.

Compared to a woman who sells her smiles at an izakaya, even though the woman at home has her flaws, she is still a qualified wife.

The men just chuckled and ignored Huizi.

Keiko looked at the silent men, somewhat disdainful, but still teased, "See? None of you have as much courage as Yajima. If I don't date him, who else can I date? Women always like brave men."

The men then said, "But Yajima has a wife, isn't he? Is Yajima planning to get a divorce?"

Huizi said dismissively, "I'm young and beautiful, I know how to dress up and I'm not a nuisance. Why should I lose to a housewife?"

She said this with a smug look on her face.

The men were all smiling, but it was hard to tell whether they were mocking them or simply laughing.

Huizi ignored the men and simply stood at the doorway, looking around.

After finally seeing the car, she said proudly, "I'm going to live a good life from now on. I might not even have to work anymore."

The men said, "Keiko, you'd better make the most of this opportunity. After all, there aren't many men like Yajima anymore."

They were laughing again as soon as they finished speaking.

When the car finally arrived at the door, Huizi happily got in.

After looking at the two necklaces, she said happily, "Are these both for me?"

"The nicer one is for you, and the simpler one is for my daughter," said Jiro Yajima. "My daughter is very cute and sensible. She pestered me for a long time this morning."

Yajima Jiro said with a hint of pride.

Keiko looked delighted and said, "Is that so? That's all thanks to your excellent parenting, Yajima."

"That's right."

Yajima Jiro also felt that it was because of his good education.

Then he remembered something: "Don't you have a daughter too? Let me meet her sometime. Maybe we can become friends."

Huizi smiled and said, "Okay, if I have time, I'll call her out."

"Does she have other things to do now?" Yajima Jiro asked curiously.

“They’re in love, that’s how young girls are,” Keiko said. “They always like to date in high school and then consider a love for a stranger to be a rare and unique thing.”

Yajima Jiro laughed heartily: "But high school romance, ah, that's really the innocent youth."

Huizi smiled and changed the subject: "Where are you taking me today?"

Yajima Jiro thought for a moment: "It's a small beach, one that I found myself. It's in a very secluded corner, where no one else can find it, and you won't encounter any tourists."

With that, Yajima Jiro excitedly started the car.

—When Risa Yajima got off the train, she looked at where the train had stopped and quickly ran.

But the station is quite far from there.

Even though she ran with all her might, she was already out of breath halfway through.

She felt a sudden weakness, bent over, and supported herself on her knees.

Risa Yajima was panting heavily, sweat pouring down her face.

The anger and resentment in my heart increased rapidly.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it again.

Seeing the car speeding away again, Risa Yajima glanced at the long highway.

He was so angry that he could hardly breathe.

"Damn it, damn it all."

She said this reluctantly, noting that the car had clearly veered off the road. Furthermore, there was no tram stop nearby; if she wanted to continue following it, she would have to walk there herself.

But that's really too far; even if you walk for a whole day, you might not get there.

Risa Yajima was unwilling to give up, and she looked at the spot on the map where the car had stopped.

It is an izakaya (Japanese pub).

"They must have met at this izakaya. Maybe I can find out something from there."

As Risa Yajima said this, she gritted her teeth and walked towards that direction.

After walking for a long time, almost exhausted, she finally arrived at the door of the izakaya.

He was breathing heavily, but after standing for only a short while, he felt a great sense of relief.

After going inside, Risa Yajima looked at the men inside.

The men were all wondering why a high school girl would come into the izakaya.

The boss said, "Are you here looking for a job?"

“No,” Risa Yajima said. “Is there a drink here?”

"There is orange juice."

The boss glanced at it briefly.

“Then I’ll have a glass of orange juice,” Risa Yajima said, leaning on the bar and asking in a trembling voice, “Excuse me, wasn’t there a car parked here a while ago? Was that my father, Murakami?”

Seeing Risa Yajima's expression, the shop owner said somewhat warmly, "Are you lost from your family? Do you need me to call the police for you?"

Risa Yajima stubbornly shook her head: "I just want to know that the man's name isn't Murakami. My father's name is Murakami."

"No," the shopkeeper shook his head and said, "That man isn't Murakami, but one of our regular customers, his name is—"

"Yajima? You're Risa, the daughter of the Yajima family."

A man patted his head and pointed at Risa Yajima with delight, exclaiming.

The shopkeeper stared in surprise at the high school girl in front of him. He instantly understood what was going on and said calmly, "That man just now was named Matsushita, not your father."

"Yajima is my mother's surname," Risa Yajima told a little lie to cover it up.

She then looked at the man who had spoken; she remembered him as Sato's father.

Risa Yajima gave Sato's father a forced smile, drank her orange juice, paid, and left.

She held her phone as she walked home.

My heart is filled with anger.

But after thinking about it, she dialed Sato's number again.

Chapter 46 The Key Covered in Crimson Rust

Sato received a phone call while playing video games at home.

As a normal high school student, almost everyone needs a mobile phone.

Or rather—that's fashion. If you don't have a cell phone, you'll definitely be laughed at and bullied by your classmates.

This is one of the reasons why parents are willing to buy them mobile phones.

He looked at his phone and was startled to find that it was Risa Yajima calling him.

"It's Yajima? Why is she looking for me?"

Sato quickly took a screenshot and sent a message to his friend via LINE.

"Yajima called me, what should I do?"

His friends teased him, saying, "Could it be that Yajima asked you out?"

Sato, both excited and embarrassed, said, "Stop joking around. Am I supposed to accept this? It's not some kind of prank, is it?"

His friend kept urging Sato to answer the phone quickly, otherwise he would regret it if he missed this opportunity.

Sato gritted his teeth and answered the phone.

"Sato?" Risa Yajima called out impatiently.

"Yes!"

Sato, like a corporate slave whose name has been called, immediately straightened up.