Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 161 The wife who wants to buy a house and the polluted executive

Desserts are something you can never get full of.

At three or four in the morning, Ryukawa Toru and his wife were eating at a noodle restaurant opposite Kodansha.

"what are you doing?"

After coming down from upstairs, the wife was fiddling with her cell phone. Longchuan Che yawned lazily and asked.

"It's strange. My sister called me a lot, but I called her back and she didn't answer."

The wife was holding her recharged cell phone, which had many missed calls. She tapped the numbers, her face full of confusion.

Logically speaking, her sister, the lonely old woman, should have come to the company because she didn't reply to so many messages, but now there has been no response except for a few phone calls. Mrs. Takeda felt that there was something wrong with the logic of her behavior.

"It's not that exaggerated."

Longchuan Tetsu curled the corners of his mouth and smiled. He stayed up late at night to care about his sister who didn't come home. Takeda Maki is her sister, not her mother.

"You do not understand."

The wife shook her head and said casually, "My sister is very capable, but her life is monotonous. Apart from work, she is always in charge of me. She has been like this since I was a child."

Longchuan Che didn't care about the sisters' lifestyle. He rested his head on the walnut table and hummed softly.

At this time, the two were in a noodle shop called Clear Soup Soba. Ryukawa Toru had stayed at school all day yesterday and went to Kodansha to write a book in the evening.

I'm already sleepy.

"Hoo~ I'm sleepy."

Unlike Ryukawa Toru who looked a little sleepy, Mrs. Takeda's face was full of energy, her beautiful eyes were shining, and her complexion was even better than during the day.

"not sleepy."

His wife looked at him jokingly. Longchuan Che narrowed his eyes and got up from the table again, considering whether to put the fitness plan on the agenda.

The streets at four o'clock in the morning were filled with desolate silence.

The road was wet and glistening with water, and the garbage blown by the wind had not yet been cleaned up by the cleaners.

The two were eating noodles in a small noodle shop, and the wife leaned on Longchuan Che with her shoulder.

"Hey, Ryukawa Tetsu."

The fried tempura that was about to reach his mouth fell into the soup, and Ryukawa Toru glanced at the other person.

The lady was still wearing her well-tailored suit with some wrinkles on it, and her black stockings were nowhere to be found. At this time, she was holding Ryuukawa Tetsu's coat to cover her sexy legs.

"what."

There are many ways to eat buckwheat noodles. People who stay up late like to eat something hot. Ryukawa Toru drank a sip of the hot soup and picked up the fried tempura.

"How much royalties have you saved now?"

The lady spoke this in a sneaky way, and Longchuan Che felt that she had some bad intentions.

"About 10 or 20 million."

Longchuan Che said casually.

The serialization fee and publishing copyright fee of "Snow Country" are less than 300 million yuan, plus the share of more than million yuan given to him from the first printing, so Mr. Longchuan now has a little money.

"How about you lend me your money?"

The woman's words made Longchuan Che almost cough out the soup in his mouth. He looked at the woman whose face was glowing.

There was a hint of intelligence in her beautiful eyes. If her fan had not been still with him, Longchuan Che would have almost thought that she had seduced him deliberately to drain his urgent needs.

"What do you need money for?"

Ryukawa Toru bit the tempura with a crunchy sound. The tempura was fried but not greasy, but it didn't seem as delicious as the one his wife made for him during the New Year.

"Just..." The wife rubbed her hands together and put the tempura in her bowl into Longchuan Tetsu's bowl as if to please her. "I want to buy a house."

"buy house?"

Long Chuan Che had a strange look on his face. Isn't the executive director comfortable living in his large flat? What kind of house can he buy with his 10 or 20 million?

Ten or twenty million may seem like a lot, but in Tokyo, it can probably only be used as a down payment for a small apartment in Adachi Ward.

"I live at my sister's house, and she looks for me every time I go out. It's not convenient at all."

Both of them knew exactly what the Madam meant by "inconvenience". It was simply that if Miss Takeda Takako secretly met with her lover, General Manager Takeda would probably come over with a whip.

"talk later."

Longchuan Che took a mouthful of noodles and smiled. He didn't expect that his wife, even at such an old age, still had to be controlled by the family, while he himself had no worries.

The two were eating hot noodles downstairs, but they didn't know that the patriarch, Managing Director Takeda, was busy on the rooftop.

"Jingyin, find someone to help me replace the sofa, desk, and chair in the office."

In the end, Takeda Maki did not choose to arrest her two sisters because her face was getting redder and her breathing was getting more rapid.

She had never been in a relationship and had never touched a man, so she obviously couldn't stand that kind of severe stimulation.

She watched her sister eat Longchuan Tetsu, and then saw Longchuan Tetsu grab her sister's hand from behind.

The almost identical faces made her think that he was watching his own video, and Managing Director Takeda felt as if someone was squeezing his heart.

Breathing is rapid and blood is rushing up.

If he continued watching, he would probably faint, so Managing Director Takeda left early and only came back to clean up the mess after the two of them went downstairs.

"That's all for now. Get it done before I go to work."

The tortured assistant asked someone to exchange the things that the two had touched. The mysophobic Managing Director Takeda naturally would not touch anything that Ryukawa Toru had touched.

After staying up all night, Takeda Shinki looked a little haggard, but the woman had obviously adapted to this kind of life.

She hadn't planned to go back since she hadn't returned home all night, so she pushed open a secret door next to the cupboard and walked towards her own lounge.

There is a lounge in the woman’s office. Fortunately, it was not discovered by the two men, otherwise the whole place would be in trouble.

The lounge is about 70 to 80 square meters, with a wardrobe and a warm white big bed.

Most of the suits hanging in the closet are white Milanese suits, just like the women's clothes, free of dust.

After grabbing a set of clothes and taking a clean shower, Managing Director Takeda felt better again.

She has been aloof and withdrawn since she was a child, and when she was young she was known as the flower of the hilltop in Ochanomizu.

Watching her body being pressed down by a man was torture for her. If Longchuan Che appeared in front of her now, she would probably get goosebumps.

The soba noodle shop downstairs casts a warm light through the soba noodle shop, and whenever Managing Director Takeda works too late and sees that light, he feels comforted.

"What's good about this kind of man?"

Seeing his sister walking out of the noodle shop with Ryukawa Toru, Managing Director Takeda frowned in annoyance.

She had always disliked Longchuan Tetsu, and after tonight she felt as if her brain had been raped.

I can't think about it anymore. If I do, what happened just now will grow wildly in my mind like weeds and vines.

The woman casually opened her mailbox and prepared to deal with today's work.

A jingle.

As she was about to handle her work, the latest information from the Yomiuri Daily popped up in the woman's mailbox.

She saw again the name that could pollute her brain.

(End of this chapter)