Tokyo: From Lawless Madpolice to Minister
Chapter 68 - 64: My Moral Standards and Bottom Line are Quite High

Chapter 68: Chapter 64: My Moral Standards and Bottom Line are Quite High

On the return journey, the atmosphere in the car was somewhat oppressive.

Asai Ayumi drove expressionlessly, agreeing that the government was responsible for the numerous Japanese who committed suicide because they couldn’t pay off their loans. However, she still had a strong aversion to Aoyama Xiu Xin’s enthusiasm for expanding the credit business.

Especially since she was well aware of the energy of Yanchuan Xianyou, the heir to the Yanchuan Family. He was definitely capable of promoting automatic loan machines to every corner of the country.

And he would certainly do so.

With the current economic downturn, coupled with the nation’s habit of overspending during the years of economic prosperity, and the convenience and privacy offered by the automatic loan machines, it would be like a devil released from its cage, dragging tens of millions of citizens one by one into the abyss of debt.

And she had contributed to this, becoming an accomplice, so how could her mood possibly be any good.

"Are you close with Yanchuan Xianyou?"

It was Aoyama Xiu Xin who broke the silence.

Asai Ayumi was silent for a moment before she coolly explained, "My grandfather once worked at the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters when he was young and knew Yanchuan Shilang before he became successful. I played with Yanchuan Xianyou as a child, but as my grandfather passed away, our families visited each other less often, although my father still takes me to visit on important holidays."

The Yanchuan family were locals from Osaka Prefecture.

"Wow, that’s really nice," Aoyama Xiu Xin sincerely exclaimed appreciating the power of connections, then casually asked, "Did you tell him I’m your boyfriend?"

"What else?" retorted Asai Ayumi, immediately adding, "If I had introduced you as just a friend, he wouldn’t have agreed to meet at all."

"Fine, since that’s the case, I will reluctantly accept this disadvantage," Aoyama Xiu Xin said with a face showing reluctance.

Asai Ayumi was so angry she felt like she could explode, gripping the steering wheel tightly, "Aoyama Xiu Xin, you arrogant and rude jerk! Do you know how long the line of people wanting to date me is? And yet you still think you’re at a disadvantage?"

In her excitement, the rounded goodness beneath her camisole fluctuated violently with her breath, and her soft, fair skin pressed slightly out of shape against the steering wheel.

"Police Chief Aoyama, let’s be rational," Aoyama Xiu Xin spoke earnestly, his face serious and his logic clear, "I’m not your boyfriend, so can I still sleep with you? And even if I can sleep with someone else, you can’t control me! But if I became your boyfriend, then I could only sleep with you—sleeping with someone else would be cheating."

"From a young age, I’ve had eyes that are good at discovering beauty, and I long to appreciate and profoundly study different forms of beauty. However, my personal morals and ethical standards are quite strict, and my noble, pure character wouldn’t allow me to do something like cheating!"

"So, now tell me, if I became your boyfriend, wouldn’t I be at a huge disadvantage?"

Not taking responsibility doesn’t count as cheating!

Asai Ayumi was nearly laughed to death by this brazen jerk. Flaunting his philandering as righteous and audacious, he even had the nerve to tout his own moral high ground—wasn’t he afraid of getting struck by lightning on a rainy day?

"Aoyama Xiu Xin, do you even have a bottom line? You probably don’t even wear underwear! You shameless wretch! I think you shouldn’t be a policeman; you should get into movies. Isn’t that what you like, having others watch you in action? It would suit you perfectly."

She couldn’t let go of the day in the hospital ward when Aoyama Xiu Xin, in front of her, nonchalantly went all out with Tanaka Naoko. Asai Ayumi was in a particularly foul mood due to the automatic loan machine incident and took this opportunity to vent all her longstanding frustrations about Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin fell silent, then seriously said, "You make sense. Next time, I should record the process with you on camera."

The Japanese need their own Edison Chen!

Asai Ayumi: ".........."

"Idiot! Absolutely not!" she exclaimed with embarrassment and anger, her pretty face turning red as she pulled the car over to the side and stopped with a slam on the brakes, turning to glare furiously at Aoyama Xiu Xin.

Aoyama Xiu Xin simply looked at her with a smile.

After a moment of intense eye contact with him, Asai Ayumi finally bowed out, bending over to bow, "Mr. Aoyama, please forgive me, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have talked back to you."

Twenty minutes later, Aoyama Xiu Xin had persuaded Asai Ayumi and had her drop him off at the Yanahara family’s house.

Today was Saturday, and Yehua Yiren was definitely at home.

Without a key, Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

"Mrs. Yanahara, it’s me."

"Hi!" Yehua Yiren responded, then the gate to the villa opened slowly with her remote control.

Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into the yard and saw Yehua Yiren dressed in a light blue kimono, waiting at the door with hands folded over her lower abdomen.

"Mr. Aoyama."

Yehua Yiren bowed slightly, then slowly knelt to help him take off his shoes. Once Aoyama Xiu Xin stepped out of them, she quickly took them away and handed him slippers, repeating the gesture twice.

After he had changed, she stood aside to let him in, closing the door behind him and following him into the living room with submissive steps.

Aoyama Xiu Xin did not linger in the living room but went straight into a Japanese-style room facing the backyard. With the window open, one could enjoy the view of the flowers and plants in the yard just by sitting there.

He was as familiar with this place as if it were his own home.

Yehua Yiren had also grown accustomed to serving him. After washing her hands in the kitchen, she carried a set of tea-making tools, bowed slightly, and took tiny steps into the tatami room. She knelt down, arranged the tools on the table, and began to brew tea for him.

"The profits from the automatic lending machines are too vast; we can’t protect them. That’s why I’ve brought in a big shot to get involved," Xiu Xin said straightforwardly. Yanchuan Xianyou simply disdained him, a minor character, and saw no need for any cunning or schemes. If he had wanted to take complete control of the company, he would have said so right away.

But since he did not say so, that meant the position of president was definitely still Yehua Yiren’s. He would only arrange for some people to help and supervise the company’s development, at least initially. As for later on... it was uncertain.

After all, the decision was entirely up to the other party.

"Hi!" Yehua Yiren pursed her lips, knowing that Aoyama Xiu Xin’s approach was sensible and naturally had no objections. She tentatively said, "Mr. Aoyama, you’ve done so much for the company, I want to give..."

Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his hand to indicate she needn’t say more.

"I don’t want shares, Mrs. Yanahara. I’ve never helped you for money. To me, you as a person are worth far more than any gold," Aoyama Xiu Xin said earnestly, his fingers gently lifting her fair chin from across the table.

Of course, that was nonsense. His status prevented him from owning shares, and he didn’t want to use his sister-in-law as a proxy holder either because that would turn it into shared property with his brother and could breed future complications.

Of course, not wanting shares didn’t mean he was working for nothing. He would receive a hefty sum annually from Nozawa Financial Corporation through patent licensing.

Moreover, even without shares, as long as he held firm control over Mrs. Yanahara, wasn’t her money essentially his? It was as if Mrs. Yanahara was working for him, earning money for him to spend, while also being at his disposal.

Upon hearing his words, Yehua Yiren felt a tinge of shyness and was emotionally stirred. Aoyama Xiu Xin was several years younger than her, tall and strong, handsome, and very capable, having helped her greatly in many ways.

He had become her new pillar of support after the death of her husband.

It was impossible to say she was completely unmoved.

Although the way he first possessed her was somewhat shameful and lowly, it could also be interpreted as an expression of extreme fondness for her, thus resorting to any means necessary.

Yehua Yiren’s pretty face blushed, and she gazed at Aoyama Xiu Xin with alluring eyes. Her plump, tender red lips parted slightly as she called out softly, "Mr. Aoyama~"

"Come here," Aoyama Xiu Xin beckoned with his hand.

Sitting opposite him, Yehua Yiren crawled on hand and knee to his side, then laid down obediently and docilely on his lap. Her ample curves under the blue kimono were like ripe peaches, utterly tantalizing.

Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t resist and gave her a pat.

Quivering, the flesh was incredibly resilient.

"Ying~" Yehua Yiren blushed deeper and closed her eyes.

Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled at the corner of his mouth. His fingers slowly traced her red lips. Yehua Yiren opened her eyes, looked at him, and slowly took his finger into her mouth.

"Did you find the factory you were looking for?" Fortunately, Aoyama Xiu Xin had had a bit of an argument with Asai Ayumi before coming, otherwise he wouldn’t be standing firm right now.

Yehua Yiren said, "I’ve contacted three factories, planning to start inspections tomorrow."

"We need to move quickly on this." Now that he had found a backer, the sooner the automatic lending machine was launched, the better.

Yehua Yiren quickly responded, "Hi!"

"Mrs. Yanahara, you’re truly beautiful, such a catch," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he caressed her face.

Yehua Yiren felt flattered and a bit conceited from the compliment. But when her gaze caught the roses planted by her late husband to please her, she felt she was betraying his memory and was wracked with grief and guilt.

Lying in Mr. Aoyama’s arms, yet thinking of her deceased husband, she felt unfaithful to both—he was unfaithful, as was she. She indeed was such a disgraceful woman.

"Madam, what’s wrong?" Aoyama Xiu Xin, keenly aware of her emotional change, inquired with concern.

Yehua Yiren didn’t want to answer; she just wanted to vent fiercely and forget the troubles in her heart. Biting her thin lips, she reached out to undo Aoyama Xiu Xin’s belt.

"Madam!" Aoyama Xiu Xin pushed her away, holding her hand as he said seriously, "My visit isn’t just because I crave your body. Simply holding you like this already satisfies me greatly."

He was in a state of sage-like detachment, with the will but not the strength.

On hearing these words and looking at Aoyama Xiu Xin’s sincere face, Yehua Yiren felt even more ashamed and threw herself into his arms, sobbing heavily.

Aoyama Xiu Xin was helpless. Sigh, damn!

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling~ Ding-a-ling-a-ling~"

Just as he had resolved to fight a challenging battle powered by his willpower, the phone beside him suddenly rang.

"Moshi moshi?" He picked up the call casually.

"Police Chief Aoyama, good evening. This is Akasaka Police Station. There’s been an incident with your sister-in-law, Aoyama Haruko, ma’am. If it’s convenient for you, could you please come over?"

"What?" Aoyama Xiu Xin was startled and rose abruptly, asking, "Has she been hurt?"

"Uh, no... it’s that she’s hurt someone else."

"That’s really... regrettable." Aoyama Xiu Xin regained his composure. "I’ll be right there."

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