Why does the good husband not forget the past of being bullied by the evil woman after marriage?

Why does the good husband not forget the past of being bullied by the evil woman after marriage? Author: Tou Lai Fu Sheng

(Yandere? Reverse NTR) In people's eyes, Shimizu Yuuki is an outstanding talent who graduated from a top university, a career elite who has been promoted one after another, and a good man and a good husband with a happy marriage... But what people don't know is that the current glamorous appearance is just a beautification made by Shimizu Yuuki to cover up the dark past that he can't bear to look back on. His real past, the three years he spent in college, was actually...

1. Pure love must be the most beautiful thing in the world

8:23 Tokyo time.

Hiroki Shimizu successfully avoided the evening rush hour and squeezed onto the train heading home.

He was wearing a formal suit and carrying a black briefcase. His bangs were hanging down to cover his forehead, his black hair was neatly tied to his ears, and his face looked depressed and bored.

Hiroki Shimizu walked into the carriage with the stereotypical image of a corporate slave in people's eyes, and sat down in a remote corner without attracting any attention.

He was almost lying on the seat, with the first button of his shirt casually undone and his crooked tie ignored. His long legs were spread out inappropriately on both sides, his head leaning heavily against the car window, squinting at the tall buildings passing by outside the window.

My mind was able to relax for a moment in the noise of the carriage, and then the fatal fatigue instantly crept into this no longer tense body.

After taking a nap for about three to five minutes, Shimizu Yuuki suddenly thought of an important matter. He had to suppress the strong sleepiness clinging to his eyelids, pulled himself together, took out his mobile phone and started editing messages.

"I'm sorry... Erika, I've been so exhausted these past few days. I worked overtime for an hour today, so I can't take you to the newly opened restaurant. Please forgive me for breaking my promise."

After clicking send, the chat partner whose avatar was "Doraemon" on the chat software replied to Yuki Shimizu's message almost instantly.

"Of course it doesn't matter. Compared to this... I'm more worried that Yuuki-kun's body won't be able to handle it. Even though it's a multinational company with generous benefits, working overtime for several days in a row is a bit too inhumane."

After receiving such an answer, Shimizu Yuuki breathed a sigh of relief and could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth that curled up with happiness.

He thought with relief that the greatest luck for a man in this world...is probably to have such an understanding and gentle wife, right?

"It can't be helped. The original director just resigned, and a few new employees who are not familiar with the company's business were hired. Now all the work is piled on my head. I can only hope that a new candidate will take over the position of director as soon as possible."

In order to prevent his wife from worrying too much, Hiroki Shimizu could only comfort her in this way temporarily.

"Now that you've been promoted to section chief, you should act like a leader once in a while. You always take all the responsibilities on yourself. You're such a pushover!"

Erika did not give in. Instead, she acted like a wife and criticized Shimizu Hiroki relentlessly.

Shimizu Hiroki smiled and argued, "But it was this kind of Shimizu Hiroki that attracted Erika's attention, wasn't it? I am even glad for this. I am able to marry a perfect wife like Erika. Even if I suffer a little, it's not a big deal, right?"

On the other side, Erika showed that she had read the message, but did nothing.

After a long while, the train slowly stopped in front of the platform. Passengers poured into the carriage one after another, and the remaining space suddenly became crowded.

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone that had been turned off lit up again. It was a message from Erika. The content was very brief, and it was accompanied by an angry panda emoticon.

"Yuuki-kun is greasy... so greasy, just like a slick uncle, it's almost impossible to eat. Next time, you are definitely not allowed to say such frivolous words casually (?o??o??)!"

Upon seeing the news, Hiroki Shimizu couldn't help but laugh out loud. This is exactly the lovable thing about his beloved wife.

Although he is already an independent adult, he cannot stand compliments at all. He is often so shy that he wishes he could find a hole to crawl into after receiving one or two words of praise.

Hiroki Shimizu looked up at the crowded carriage, put his fist to his lips and coughed a few times to avoid being misunderstood by other passengers as a subway pervert who would laugh strangely for no reason.

"Well... do you need me to bring something back on my way home from get off work?" Shimizu Hiroki was able to control himself and no longer teased his thin-skinned wife.

"Let's buy some vegetables. We're running out of barbecue ingredients at home. Let's make barbecue today!"

"No problem, I'll be home soon."

"Be careful on the road."

……

At 10:12 in the evening, Hiroki Shimizu, who was eager to go home, knocked on the door.

After a short wait, he finally got what he wanted and met his beautiful wife, Erika Shiina, who made him feel like there was a void in his heart even though he hadn't seen her for only half a day.

There was no time to take off his suit and leather shoes, and every minute and every second of waiting was tormenting for Hiroki Shimizu.

He opened his arms impatiently, and like a young swallow returning to its nest, he rushed into the arms of his wife.

"Hey... hey hey! Yuki-kun you... you..." Erika covered her mouth as she was embraced in his arms.

They had obviously long passed the point where they could actively stir up the waves of love like they did when they were just in love, and reveal the burning love beneath the calm surface.

After three years of marriage, the couple now only needs one gesture or one look to confirm and express their feelings for each other, and they rarely show their love so directly.

Erika was caught off guard by this. Her head was in a mess, her legs went weak, and she fell stiffly into Shimizu Hiroki's arms, her face flushed red.

Although she is already a mature wife, she is as shy as a young girl in love. The sweetness of love makes her flustered and intoxicated, and she keeps mumbling.

"Is today my and Yuuki-kun's wedding anniversary? It should be next month. Are you really my Yuuki-kun?"

"Honestly... I don't know why. For no reason at all, I suddenly wanted to be close to Erika. I wanted to go home early to see Erika, to hear her voice, to smell her hair..."

Yuuki Shimizu buried his head in Erika's neck, the ends of her black and soft hair tickled his cheek, and the woman's smooth and delicate skin felt as cool as a virgin's, which made people think of the tolerance and softness of the sea.

He seemed to blame himself. "Actually, I wanted to do this when I was working overtime at the company. This kind of Shimizu Yuki... is weird, right?"

"No...no such thing will happen. Erika really likes Yuuki-kun who actively relies on others. She likes him so much that she can't control herself and becomes completely unlike herself."

Erika, who is gentle and considerate by nature, shook her head desperately. She looked at the fatigue deep in Shimizu Hiroki's eyes with concern, and she also clearly understood that the other party was working so hard for the family.

That's right, because of the exhausting work, her husband changed his usual behavior and took the initiative to expose his vulnerable side.

The sour guilt and the inherent maternal radiance of a woman instantly swallowed up all other emotions.

Right now she just wants to love her husband well.

Erika stroked her husband's temples with her small, soft hands, and all she had eyes for was Shimizu Yuki.

Therefore, she felt extremely distressed about everything about this man, to the point where her heart was cut open as if it were a living wound.

"So, Yuuki-kun, please don't have such thoughts. I am Yuuki-kun's wife, and it is my responsibility as a wife to listen to my husband's thoughts.

Not just now, no matter what kind of unhappiness and troubles you encounter in the future, you can tell me, and we will work together to overcome the difficulties. This is the meaning of marriage, isn't it? "

Shiina Erika made her own confession, and her plain and warm words contained a deep love that was no less than that of Shimizu Hiroki.

"Erika... so mean. A sudden sincere confession... isn't that a bit too much of a foul?"

Shimizu Yuuki raised his hands, pretending to be remorseful and unwilling to lose, "Ah~ I didn't expect Erika to love me more. As a husband, I really failed miserably."

"Huh? Confession? Such childish stuff... I didn't do it!"

Erika once again revealed her girlish shyness. She patted the man's chest in a scolding tone, "Anyway, it's all Yuuki-kun's fault. He's becoming more and more slick and doesn't act like an adult at all. The good atmosphere has been ruined just like this."

His wife is indeed an ageless beauty. Even though she is already married, the way she gets angry and acts like a spoiled child is exactly the same as when she was a young girl.

Shimizu Hiroki was completely healed by this. For some reason, whenever he was with Erika, he would become as childish as the bad boy who liked to play pranks when he was a child, just to attract the attention of the girl he had a crush on.

Another reason was that he didn't want the atmosphere between them to become strange and heavy because of their heartfelt confession, so he started to talk sweetly again.

"So it is because I am such a naughty person that I need a mature and steady woman like Erika to take care of me..."

Shiina Erika rolled her eyes, ignored her funny husband, turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Hurry up and wash your hands. We need to get ready for dinner."

2. Shimizu Yuuki wants to love Erika

Yuuki Shimizu took out a tissue to wipe the grease from the corners of his mouth, feeling full and satisfied.

From the moment he stepped into the house, the warm atmosphere of family enveloped him, like a magical and efficient spell that healed his body that was overly exhausted from a week of high-intensity work.

Yuki Shimizu picked up the remote control and turned on the TV in the living room, but his attention was always on the bathroom where the sound of dripping water came from.

He leaned his head and looked inside. The steaming water vapor gave the frosted glass sliding door a hazy color. The bathroom light cast an orange-yellow light downwards, revealing the shadow of a delicate and slender woman.

When Hiroki Shimizu returned home, Erika prepared a sumptuous barbecue dinner for him. After the two finished dinner, she was the only one who took on the task of washing the dishes and cleaning up the mess.

Now Erika was in the bathroom preparing hot bath water for her husband who came home late. She was busy from beginning to end and hardly stopped to rest.

However, instead of feeling any happiness from such preferential treatment, Hiroki Shimizu felt very uneasy.

He is not the kind of man who advocates male chauvinism and takes it for granted that men should be the breadwinners outside and women should be the homemakers.

Since he and Erika are husband and wife, supporting and helping each other should be the most basic principle. Only such a family relationship is truly sound and more long-lasting.

Shimizu Hiroki has mentioned more than once that he wants to help share the housework, but whenever the topic comes up, Erika, who is usually easy to talk to, becomes particularly tough.

She would righteously reject Shimizu Hiroki's request, saying with a serious expression, "This is my duty as a wife," or "Working outside is hard enough... leave this little thing to me," and finally the ultimate killer, "Does Hiroki despise a woman like me who can only do housework?"

When saying these words, Erika would pinch the corner of her clothes, lower her head and look at her toes, like a child who had done something wrong. Her beautiful and bright almond-shaped eyes were watery, with sadness and guilt flowing in them.

Hiroki Shimizu couldn't stand Erika like this the most. The wording he had repeated countless times in private was suddenly unrecognizable in the blink of an eye. In the end, he couldn't say anything and had to compromise again and again.

"By the way... Erika's cooking skills are getting better and better. She's almost like a chef in a restaurant."

He shouted towards the bathroom, but perhaps because of the sound of water, Erika did not respond to him.

At this time, Hiroki Shimizu turned up the TV volume to the maximum, slowly stood up and touched the briefcase on the coffee table, and actually took out a bunch of well-preserved tulips from it.

Coincidentally, he met an old woman selling flowers on his way home, and there happened to be a few unsold tulips left on her stall.

The old woman was old and in poor spirits, and seemed to be going through some difficult times.

Out of sympathy, he bought the tulips as well.

The environment in which a person lives often determines his or her behavior. If it were the old Hiroki Shimizu, he would never have done such an outrageous thing. It was Erika who changed him, made him forget the past, and completely changed the way he lived.

Hiroki Shimizu lowered his head and sniffed the tulips in his hand. The delicate petals with crystal water droplets bloomed brightly, just like his kind, beautiful and gentle wife.

Holding flowers in his hand, he walked into the bathroom quietly, slowly opened the sliding door a little, and saw his wife Erika busying herself inside.

The woman bent her thin spine and squatted beside the bathtub, as if she had curled up into a small ball. Soft yellow light poured down from above. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her limbs that were immersed in the water were white and soft. The shoulder strap of her nightgown fell to one side, revealing her round, white shoulders.

The splashing water wet the fabric unknowingly, and the pure white color suddenly became hazy and transparent, vaguely revealing Erika's beautiful and seductive body, as if teasing Shimizu Yuki behind her, and there was inexplicably a bit of erotic flavor.

Under the comfortable and loose white nightgown... no underwear...

Shimizu Hiroki swallowed his Adam's apple subconsciously. Three years after their marriage, Erika's temptation to him had not diminished in the slightest, both spiritually and physically, to the point where he could not extricate himself.

Having just had a full meal, his body was warm from head to toe. Shimizu Yuuki suddenly felt full of energy, as if he had endless strength, as if he was revived.

He actually...had bad thoughts about Erika who was doing housework diligently. This is really too bad and he needs to reflect on himself!

Yuki Shimizu blamed himself for a few seconds, then knocked on the bathroom door and prepared to implement his next plan with a clear conscience.

"Why did Yuki-kun come in?" Erika stopped what she was doing and turned around to ask.

Shimizu Yuki took out a bunch of tulips from behind and handed them to Erika, "On my way home from get off work, I met someone selling flowers, so I bought a few and planned to give them to Erika."

"Eh? They are obviously an old married couple..."

Erika quickly stood up, wiped the water off her hands, and took the flowers.

She kept talking, but the smile on her face never stopped, and she couldn't suppress the raised corners of her lips. "This method of pleasing little girls doesn't work on me!"

Shimizu Hiroki liked the cute look of his wife being shy and stubborn, and smiled, "I know Erika has been learning flower arrangement recently. Last time she was talking about buying some flowers to practice. These tulips will come in handy."

"Yuuki-kun actually still remembers something like this? Even I was about to forget it."

Erika opened her mouth in disbelief.

"I will remember everything about Erika," Shimizu Hiroki said seriously.

"I really like Yuuki-kun's gift." Erika stood on tiptoe, stroked Shimizu Yuuki's hair with her hands, and kissed his cheek, whispering, "Then how can I repay Yuuki-kun? I'm really troubled."

Shimizu Yuuki's heart warmed up, and he impulsively hugged Erika and kissed her on the lips.

After the kiss, he was still not satisfied, and buried his head in the woman's neck, sniffing the pleasant scent of tulips on Erika's body. This was Erika's favorite flower, and even the perfume she used was scented with tulips.

"I think Erika already had this idea in mind, but she was too reserved to say it out loud."

"Where do I get it? Yuuki-kun...ah~no!"

Erika was confused for a few seconds, then the end of her words suddenly trembled and she let out a rapid gasp.

Yuki Shimizu's hands kept moving, and his hands fell from the woman's slender waist to her plump and soft buttocks.

"For me, Erika is the best gift."

"I don't think so!"

Erika instantly understood what Shimizu Yuki meant, and her face turned red. She felt shy and slightly excited, and she began to say one thing and mean another as usual.

Even though Erika was very cute, Hiroki Shimizu still had no intention of letting his wife go easily.

Erika likes to be tough...she must be punished!

"But why doesn't Erika dress properly? Even at home... isn't wearing just a nightgown a little too thin? Or has she forgotten how attractive her body is to me, her husband?"