Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 478 - 417: The Charming Older Woman and the Predawn Meeting

Chapter 478: Chapter 417: The Charming Older Woman and the Predawn Meeting

High-end locations often stay away from the bustle of the city, first because the environment is better, and second because they offer a higher degree of privacy.

Aoyama Xiu Xin, as the head of the Xiongcheng Association’s Wind Lotus Elegant Garden, knew this; Fujimoto Takayoshi and his fellow birds of a feather congregated at the Maple Club for the same reason; and the Nanshan Tea House, where Qingshui Yasuko would meet with Aoyama Xiu Xin tonight, was no exception.

Nanshan Tea House, as its name implies, is situated on a mountain on the southern side of Sapporo City. It’s open only to members, with no restrictions on one’s status—as long as you pay, you can join. Therefore, at the very least, all guests are wealthy individuals.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was somewhat surprised when the service staff led him through the main entrance. This tea house was not the kind that had partitioned private rooms but instead featured independent small buildings with carved beams and painted rafters. The buildings were few in number, ensuring enough space between each one for broad vistas and beautiful scenery.

After leading Aoyama Xiu Xin to the door of a small building set back from the rest, the server bowed silently and left.

From reception to seeing him off, there had been no conversation.

It even made one wonder if she was mute.

Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped up to the door and gently knocked, "Aoyama Xiu Xin, as invited, has arrived."

"Deputy Director Aoyama, please come in, the door is unlocked," came a crisp, very pleasant female voice from inside.

Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed the door open and at first glance saw no one, but instead a hanging sheer curtain. Behind the thin veil, one could vaguely make out the silhouette of a graceful woman seated sideways to the door, her back straight, her swan-like neck long. The full contours at the front and the round curves of her buttocks were alluringly exposed, tempting any onlooker.

This woman was trying to seduce him.

As a man with extensive experience of being seduced, Aoyama Xiu Xin immediately made this judgment.

Otherwise, she would have surely been standing at the door to greet him as a sign of respect, rather than intentionally sitting sideways behind the veil to show off her figure—as if she were merchandise attempting to display her selling points to garner interest from potential buyers.

Just as Aoyama Xiu Xin was closing the door with a flick of his hand.

Qingshui Yasuko rose from behind the veil, tall and slender, moving delicately like a lotus, lifting the curtain with one hand to reveal her face and bowing gracefully.

"Widow Yazi respectfully welcomes Deputy Director Aoyama."

She knew what men liked, so she deliberately wore mourning clothes, a white headpiece, and a glimpse of her small foot wrapped in black silk peeked out from under the hem of her skirt.

Women in kimonos usually walk with small steps, not revealing their feet—it was impolite of her to do otherwise, but how else could she show off her black silk stockings?

Moreover, she had purposely pulled open her kimono at the neckline to expose her pale shoulders and generous décolletage, with a bright red plum blossom tattoo peeking seductively at the top of her shoulder, half-hidden as if shyly concealing itself.

"Mrs. Qingshui need not be so formal," Aoyama Xiu Xin nodded slightly, although he knew she was trying to seduce him, he remained dignified. After all, one must be cautious with uncertain goods; what if a bunch of people suddenly rushed in while things were getting heated and pinned him down?

Or what if someone wanted to trap him using this woman by installing hidden cameras on the scene?

This situation was different from when Fujimoto Takayoshi and the others arranged for women to spice up their gatherings.

Nevertheless, Qingshui Yasuko’s beauty still astonished him. She didn’t look like a woman whose son was already eighteen years old. The original owner, Qingshui Cangrong—what an old coot—had certainly taken good care of this ’love car’.

Unfortunately, the owner had departed too early, and the treasured vehicle was destined to be harshly driven by others who came after.

Qingshui Yasuko lifted the curtain for him, "Please."

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked past, catching a faint whiff of her perfume, but he did not pause and sat down on the tatami with an unchanged expression.

Qingshui Yasuko lowered the curtain, turned to face Aoyama Xiu Xin, and while preparing tea said softly, "I’ve long admired your esteemed name, Deputy Director Aoyama. I worried you’d refuse my presumptuous invitation, but to my delight you accepted."

She poured a cup of tea, and as she leaned forward to hand it over to Aoyama Xiu Xin with both hands, the heavy décolletage inside her neckline gently swayed, as though it might pop out at any moment.

"Thank you," Aoyama Xiu Xin received the tea cup without revealing his emotions, took a sip, and approvingly said, "Excellent tea!"

His words referred to both the tea and the hostess.

"This was left by my late husband. Nobody drinks it at home since he passed. If you’d like, Deputy Director Aoyama, I could personally deliver some another day." Qingshui Yasu seemed somewhat uncomfortable as she knelt, shifted her posture to half-sit on the tatami, stretching her legs wrapped in black silk beneath her kimono skirt, occasionally fidgeting with her small foot.

"There’s no need, I don’t accept undeserved rewards. My agreeing to the meeting was merely out of curiosity," Aoyama Xiu Xin put down his tea cup, glanced at her long, shapely legs, and said bluntly, "Mrs. Qingshui, as a mother with a son who’s already an adult, it’s about time you dropped the act of trying to seduce men with your looks. State your business directly."

Because Qingshui Yasuko had approached him first, it allowed him to not reveal his own thoughts on supporting Qingshui Yi immediately and wait for her to ask for his help instead.

"You..." Hearing Aoyama Xiu Xin call her an "old lady," Qingshui Yasuko’s pretty face turned alternately pale and flushed with anger. She clenched her skirt tightly in her grasp, forcing her anger down and managing a smile, feigning a lamenting tone, "Are there any ’old ladies’ as beautiful as me?"

"Isn’t that what you are?" Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled.

Knowing she needed something from him, and being in the dominant position, he naturally didn’t hold back. Moreover, there was no need for courtesy with the widow of a Black Society member.

He was a soldier; she was a thief.

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