Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 208 - 201: Just Waiting for the Beauty Trap! Truly a Korean_2

Chapter 208: Chapter 201: Just Waiting for the Beauty Trap! Truly a Korean_2

Nakamori Akina’s tears instantly breached the dam.

She curled up, clutching her head and began to sob softly.

Aoyama Xiu Xin shrugged his shoulders, drove to Yehua Yiren’s house, and took Nakamori Akina out to ring the doorbell.

"Mr. Aoyama," Yehua Yiren, dressed in a white nightgown, greeted him with a bow before turning her gaze towards Nakamori Akina, slightly surprised, "Miss Nakamori?"

Being recognized, Nakamori Akina felt extremely embarrassed, hung her head silently, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her hair also somewhat disheveled.

"Mr. Aoyama, I have something I’d like to report to you," Yehua Yiren said softly.

"Let’s talk after I’m busy," Aoyama Xiu Xin dropped a sentence, pulled Nakamori Akina upstairs, and she followed him like a marionette, matching his steps.

Once inside the room, seeing the custom-made large round bed and various apparatuses meant for enhancing pleasure, Nakamori Akina’s pretty pale face instantly flushed with a deep red, filled with shame and indignant anger.

"I... I don’t want to use those things!"

She clenched her fists tightly, stiffening her neck as she spoke.

"Then you’ll have to agree to a condition," Aoyama Xiu Xin embraced her and seated themselves on a couch, gently lifting up the hem of her dress to reveal a pair of long legs wrapped in black stockings.

Nakamori Akina stiffened, her breathing a little short as she closed her eyes and asked, "What condition?"

"Sing as we do it, and I also want to hear your hit songs," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, full of wicked pleasure.

"You..." Nakamori Akina opened her eyes, glared at this devil who feigned righteousness on the surface, yet had a den especially designed for toying with women, and gritted her teeth, "You’re really despicable! Utterly shameless!"

In the end, she still suppressed her humiliation and annoyance and agreed to sing. Aoyama Xiu Xin tried it out, and sure enough, the voice of this original diva felt different indeed.

Singing whilst being made love to.

This was indeed sensational.

Nakamori Akina was too frail; she simply could not withstand the ordeal. After playing for more than half an hour, Aoyama Xiu Xin left her wrapped in a towel and went downstairs to find Mrs. Yanahara.

"Mr. Aoyama, please have some water."

Yehua Yiren carefully handed him a glass of water.

Having just exercised, Aoyama Xiu Xin indeed needed to hydrate, took the glass and drained it, then handed it back to her and asked, "What was it you wanted to talk about just now?"

Yehua Yiren set the cup down, cuddled up to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s arm and sat down on the couch, and slowly began:

"Deputy Director Shen Yuanjian was acting a bit odd today. He’s usually just going through the motions, but this afternoon he suddenly came to me wanting to take on more responsibility, which obviously doesn’t fit his usual style."

"And he’s one of the veteran ministers left by my husband. There’s always been dissatisfaction among this group with the company being under my control, and I suspect he’s up to something."

Shen Yuanjian was too eager, impatiently trying to demonstrate his value to Haruno Junji.

"Just ask him directly," Aoyama Xiu Xin picked up the landline and called Zhao Qinghong.

"Mr. Zhao, go..." Aoyama Xiu Xin didn’t know Shen Yuanjian’s address, turned his head to look at Yehua Yiren.

Yehua Yiren quickly said it out loud.

Aoyama Xiu Xin continued, "Mr. Zhao, did you get that? Immediately send someone to this place. Bring a man named Shen Yuanjian... to see me."

"Yes!" Zhao Qinghong replied and decided to handle it personally. Whatever Aoyama Xiu Xin arranged, no matter how small, he would personally lead the team to do it.

"Tap-tap-tap..."

A faint sound of footsteps came closer.

Aoyama Xiu Xin turned his head and saw Nakamori Akina slowly coming down, her face still flushed, her hair disheveled, wearing his white shirt on the upper body, and her legs were clad in black stockings that he had just shredded.

Meeting the gaze of Aoyama Xiu Xin and Yehua Yiren, Nakamori Akina was very shy but braved herself to say, "I’m a bit thirsty, I’d like some water."

She was indeed the one in most need of hydration.

Yehua Yiren smiled, got up to pour her a drink.

Nakamori Akina drank three cups before finally letting out a sigh of relief. Then, somewhat embarrassed, she bowed to them and ran back upstairs without looking back.

"She’s more delicate than the flowers. Are you planning to keep her for the long term, sir?" Yehua Yiren ventured with a question.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pulled her into his embrace, "Someone has paid all the money for me, it would be a big loss to only play with her once and let her go. I’ll keep her for a few years."

He was quite satisfied with Nakamori Akina. He had grown tired of playing with the sisters of Zhongshan and had sent them away.

"Her fame is too great, sir, you must be careful not to be photographed," Yehua Yiren whispered.

Aoyama Xiu Xin laughed, "My ’fame’ is great too."

The two were affectionate, with Yehua Yiren occasionally letting out a light laugh. Ten minutes later, a panicked Shen Yuanjian was brought in by Zhao Qinghong and his men.

"Mr. Aoyama, we have brought the man," Zhao Qinghong bowed and maintained a bowed position, not looking at the scantily clad Yehua Yiren in the embrace of Aoyama Xiu Xin.

His subordinates also wisely lowered their heads.

Only Shen Yuanjian was clueless, or perhaps he was too worried to care, as he was forcefully knelt on the ground by two burly men and couldn’t move, panic-stricken.

"President Nozawa, Mr. Aoyama, what are you doing! What... what did I do wrong?"

"Do you still want your eyes?" Aoyama Xiu Xin held Yehua Yiren, his chin nestled in the nape of her neck, his hand sliding on her leg, and calmly asked.

Shen Yuanjian immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly lowering his head and stammered, "I didn’t see anything, Mr. Aoyama, I’m nearsighted, I have presbyopia, I didn’t see anything clearly! Didn’t see clearly!"

Indeed, he didn’t see much because he was nearly scared to death. How could he pay attention to a beautiful woman?

"Why are you kneeling here now?"

Aoyama Xiu Xin asked in a nonchalant manner.

"I...I don’t know. Please enlighten me, Mr.Aoyama." Shen Yuanjian’s forehead was sweating like rain, trying to keep calm despite his trembling body.

"You really don’t know? Considering your status as a venerable elder of the company, I’ll give you one minute to compose your words and then answer me again."

Aoyama Xiu Xin had nothing on him, but it didn’t stop him from appearing unfazed and acting confidently.

Kneeling on the spot, Shen Yuanjian trembled as he was torn within. Did Aoyama Xiu Xin truly have evidence of his collusion with Haruno Junji? But the agreement with him was only finalized this morning!

If it wasn’t for this, then what else could it be? Should he confess? Should he take a gamble?

This one minute felt incredibly long.

"Have you figured it out?"

The voice of Aoyama Xiu Xin rose again, and only then did Shen Yuanjian come to his senses, his lips moving but he was speechless.

"Take him away," Aoyama Xiu Xin waved his hand.

The two sturdy men immediately hoisted Shen Yuanjian by the shoulders, one on each side, and dragged him out.

"No! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Mr. Aoyama, spare my life, please! I was wrong, I’ll tell you everything!"

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