Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 110 - 106: Mischievous Youji, Big Brother Returns Home

Chapter 110: Chapter 106: Mischievous Youji, Big Brother Returns Home

Yanchuan Xianyou was in a hurry to send Heize Xin’s indecent photos to his grandfather, Yanchuan Shilang, so Aoyama Xiu Xin did not linger and soon took his leave.

He had already alerted Yamada Yuuji to watch the movements of the Tokyo District Prosecution Special Investigation Department, as any activity from them would signify that the offensive against Heize Xin had begun.

At this point, Aoyama Xiu Xin certainly did not have the status to kick Heize Xin while he was down, but he could take the opportunity to settle matters with his secretary, Harayama Heiji, before Heize Xin’s downfall; nobody would care about his fate once Heize fell, and even if it were discovered later that he had disappeared, people would just assume he had fled.

"A gentleman avenges wrongs, it is never too late even after ten years."

But Aoyama Xiu Xin was no gentleman, and thus lacked the patience to wait ten years; humiliated by day, he would take his revenge by night!

When he left the Yanchuan Family it was past five o’clock, the normal time for finishing work, so Aoyama Xiu Xin did not go to Police Headquarters, but went straight home.

Aoyama Suzumasa should already have been at home.

He also needed to get ready, take a bath, change clothes, and then visit the Asakai family together in the evening.

But having waited for a while at the roadside unable to hail a taxi, he had no choice but to take the tram.

Because it was rush hour, the tram was crowded; Aoyama Xiu Xin, with his robust build like a double-door refrigerator, overpowered these shorter people, jostling and swaying his way to a standing spot in the middle of the car.

He towered above the rest.

"Sorry, please excuse me, pardon me."

"Ah! Who’s stepping on me?"

"I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose."

Everyone was pushing and shoving, politely apologizing with their words while impolitely elbowing their way to the center of the car.

Just like this country, polite in words to outsiders but acting unbecomingly.

"Youji?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin suddenly saw a familiar face.

It was Neitian Youji, after all, a beauty is always noticed first no matter where she is.

Today her attire was simple as usual, wearing a white blouse that outlined her considerable bust, creating a full curve, while her lower half was dressed in a black pleated miniskirt that barely covered her thighs, the hem not quite reaching the tops of her thin black over-the-knee socks, exposing a segment of pale, youthful thigh.

"Ah! It’s Brother Xiu Xin," Neitian Youji, who had just boarded and was trying to push her way inside, heard her name called and looked up instinctively, spotting the noticeably taller Aoyama Xiu Xin among the crowd.

Seeing her struggle to make way, Aoyama Xiu Xin assertively waved his hand, clearing several shorter people from in front of her.

The few shorter people were instantly furious, looked up ready to erupt, but withering upon seeing Aoyama Xiu Xin’s stature, they apologetically moved aside saying, "Sorry for the trouble."

"Come here." Aoyama Xiu Xin generously forgave them and reached out a hand to Neitian Youji.

Youji hesitated, then placed her small hand in Aoyama Xiu Xin’s, and suddenly felt her feet leave the ground; when she regained her senses, she was no longer by the door but standing in front of Aoyama Xiu Xin.

"Brother Xiu Xin, you are so strong," Youji took a moment to recover, then turned her head with admiring eyes, her gaze twinkling at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin gripped the handrail, looked down at her with a smile, "Could it be that you are just too light?"

"Not only am I strong, but other things are big too."

"Nonsense," Youji instinctively pouted, showing a bit of a girl’s temper; her height of 165cm was quite good among Japanese women, and she was certainly not light with her build.

As the tram started, everyone shook slightly; Youji stumbled and fell into Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arms, she looked up at him, then shyly stood up properly.

The car was crowded, packed tight like a can, bodies touching bodies; with the motion of the tram, Aoyama Xiu Xin could feel Neitian Youji constantly rubbing against him.

Her skirt barely concealed her thighs, which brushed against him with a coquettish resistance.

No wonder there are so many tram-themed games and films in Japan, the conditions really exist!

Youji’s cheeks turned slightly red, being this close, she could clearly feel the physical changes in Aoyama Xiu Xin; at first, her body stiffened, her mind dizzy, and she gripped the handrail more tightly.

But when she noticed Aoyama Xiu Xin intentionally moving back to increase the distance between their bodies, she felt tempted to tease him, her lips curling into a mischievous smile, purposefully rubbing against Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Hehe, Brother Xiu Xin truly is a gentleman.

Feeling the increasing contact, Aoyama Xiu Xin initially didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just because the tram was crowded, and he tried his best to avoid contact.

To avoid embarrassing Neitian Youji, the young girl.

But soon he realized something was off, as he moved back, Youji moved with him, and clearly, she was intentionally grinding against him, even slowly exploring different rhythms of contact.

Her entire body was practically pressed against his, he could even feel the hook of Youji’s bra.

Aoyama Xiu Xin looked down, using his height advantage to catch every expression on her face, sharply noticing the smile on her lips and the excitement and playfulness in her eyes.

F***!

Quiet and well-behaved on the surface, but a little devil resides inside, huh? He had seen this theme before.

"Snap!"

Caught up in teasing Aoyama Xiu Xin, Youji trembled, instinctively turned her head in embarrassment and annoyance at him, but then quickly turned away again, lowering her head with her ears turning red.

"Youji, stop fidgeting, no more mischief."

Hearing Aoyama Xiu Xin’s voice close to her ear, Youji felt both embarrassed and ashamed, her face and ears blazing as she dared not look up, her toes fidgeting inside her small leather shoes.

Initially, she just wanted to playfully tease Aoyama Xiu Xin, but she didn’t expect her bodily reactions to escalate and become more engrossing, causing her to involuntarily get carried away, she clenched her legs and bit her lower lip secretly.

"How come you left work so early today?" Aoyama Xiu Xin knew that if he didn’t speak up the situation would be too awkward for her, kindly breaking the silence.

Neitian Youji worked part-time at a flower shop, usually staying late to mind the store after Aoyama Haruko left in the afternoon.

Neitian Youji reflexively replied, "Sister Qingzi said she had to go home early for something, so she let me off early too. I’m just about to go hang out at a friend’s house."

"How are you getting used to working at the flower shop?"

"Mm, Sister Qingzi is really nice to me. Unless I become a big star, I’m going to keep working here," Neitian Youji nodded as she spoke.

Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled, "Then I wish your dream comes true soon. Next time, I’ll have to bring a pen for you to autograph, otherwise I might not get the chance after you become famous."

"I have a pen on me, I can sign for you right now," Neitian Youji seemed to have forgotten the earlier awkwardness as she turned around to face Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Due to their closeness, when she turned, her round chest pressed against Aoyama Xiu Xin’s body, getting slightly squashed and causing both of them to hold their breath for a moment.

The atmosphere turned a bit awkward again.

"Want an autograph, Brother Xiu Xin?" Neitian Youji pretended to be calm and asked as if nothing had happened.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded. "Sign."

"Yay! I’ve practiced a lot, but I’ve never actually signed for anyone before." Neitian Youji excitedly pulled out a pen and a small notebook the size of her palm from her bag and started writing directly on Aoyama Xiu Xin’s chest.

After she finished, she tore out the page, shook it in front of Aoyama Xiu Xin, then stuffed it into his shirt pocket.

"Brother Xiu Xin, you must keep it safe, okay? Don’t worry, I will definitely work hard to make it big!"

Neitian Youji pumped herself up with enthusiasm.

"Okay, from now on I’m your old fan,"

Aoyama Xiu Xin teased, as if talking to a child.

Just then, the train reached the next station; as the doors opened, many people disembarked, clearing out the crowded car quite a bit.

"Brother Xiu Xin, you were pretty solid just now,"

Neitian Youji tiptoed and whispered into Aoyama Xiu Xin’s ear, then, without looking back, she dashed off the train, waving cheerfully. "Bye-bye, Brother Xiu Xin, I’m no little kid, you know. Stop using that tone to coddle me, it’s annoying!"

Just then, the train doors slowly closed.

Aoyama Xiu Xin flipped her the bird.

Neitian Youji stuck out her tongue and made a face.

............

"I’m back."

Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he changed his shoes.

"Ah, it’s Xiu Xin back," Aoyama Sosuke jerked alert, responding somewhat awkwardly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into the living room, immediately noticing his big brother sitting rigidly on the couch but didn’t see his sister-in-law. "Isn’t sister-in-law here yet?"

"She arrived a few minutes before you and went upstairs to change clothes," Aoyama Sosuke forced himself to maintain his dignity as an older brother and Family Head, but the beating he received last time made him fearful of Aoyama Xiu Xin to his very bones.

So his posture now seemed quite awkward.

"Brother, why sit so stiffly? I’m not going to eat you," Aoyama Xiu Xin joked.

I hit you for your own good.

Are you really afraid of me now?

"Am I... am I?" Aoyama Sosuke squeezed a forced relaxed smile on his face, then cautiously reclined on the couch while keeping an eye on Aoyama Xiu Xin, "Home really lets one relax!"

Watching his brother tensing his muscles as if ready to flee, Aoyama Xiu Xin found it hard to keep commenting, "I’m going upstairs to shower and change."

"Ah? Oh, sure, sure, just be a bit quick. I have to go back to Saitama Prefecture later to work overtime," Aoyama Sosuke suddenly sat up again.

Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t understand how he, a County Councilor with hardly any power, could be so busy, but he supported him nevertheless and nodded, heading upstairs.

"Sigh—"

After Aoyama Xiu Xin had gone upstairs, Aoyama Sosuke finally let out a long sigh of relief. Then he felt angry with himself for not standing up to a punk who dared to hit his own brother. He was the older brother, the Family Head; how could he be afraid?

Of course, he wouldn’t admit that he was a coward.

In the end, he blamed it on not becoming a National Member of Parliament. If he’d become one, Aoyama Xiu Xin certainly wouldn’t dare disrespect him.

When the time came, he would definitely avenge his past humiliations and hang that punk in front of his wife!

Only that would restore a husband’s dignity.

When Aoyama Xiu Xin came downstairs after changing his clothes, he saw his sister-in-law already dressed in a light purple kimono with her black hair neatly tied at the back of her head.

The kimono was embroidered with various colored flowers, making her look gentle and dignified.

"Everything’s ready, then let’s go," Aoyama Sosuke casually picked up a gift bag and stood up.

Although he disliked Aoyama Xiu Xin, he was a dignified man who cared about appearances, so he certainly prepared a meeting gift for the first visit to his future sister-in-law’s house.

Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded and led the way out.

"Hi!" Aoyama Haruko bowed slightly, following behind the two brothers like an obedient pet, her wooden clogs making a faint, crisp sound.

The family of three set off by car to the Asakai family.