"Osaka 36-21 …"
Looking at the slowly moving car, Moribe Takeo narrowed his eyes.
There was no mistake, it was the car he saw that night.
But this was the central district, not the Tennōji district where his home was. But sadly, even so, Moribe Takeo did not dare to determine if the person sitting in the car was his wife.
The Mitsubishi drove very, very slowly, and Moribe Takeo only had to walk slowly to keep up.
Passing through the central street and entering a small road between the blocks, Seiji noticed that there were fewer cars on the road, and the variety of shops in the area became more and more ambiguous. There were bubble baths, traditional shops, and another side of the city's luxurious lifestyle gradually revealed itself. Shoube Takeo's heart sank as he moved forward.
Finally, under his despairing gaze, the Mitsubishi stopped in front of a love hotel with extravagant exterior decorations. Unlike other hotels, the exterior of the love hotel was very visually impactful, and most of it was deliberately decorated to give off the feeling of a medieval castle.
Takeo clenched his fists, the ferocious flames almost bursting out of his veins.
A man came out from the left side of the car. He was tall and slender, and looked like Janis' idol.
"Damn it …"
A woman with a hot figure came out from the right side of the car. Moribe Takeo found her familiar, very familiar, but … Was it Kawazu Mashumi?
Kawazu Mashumi?
Moribe Takeo stood there in shock, watching the two walk into the love hotel.
Kawazu Mashumi was Moribe Takeo's "lover"'s best friend, and also Moribe Takeo's high school classmate. Kawazu Mashumi was the matchmaker between Moribe Takeo and his wife. Moribe Takeo had always been grateful to this old classmate. If not for Kawazu Mashumi, he would not have been able to marry such a beautiful wife.
"What's going on?"
But why was Kawazu Mashumi walking into the love hotel with the car owner? It shouldn't be … no, it shouldn't be his wife.
After thinking about it, Moribe Takeo tightened his grip on the phone and resisted the urge to burn down this love hotel.
He still had Kawazu Shoumi's phone number in his phone. He would call her out tomorrow and get to the bottom of this!
The next day, on the morning of the weekend, in a coffee shop in the central district. The coffee shop had brown wallpaper, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the room.
"Here's your coffee. Please enjoy."
Two cups of hand-brewed coffee were placed in front of Takeo and his companion. The aroma of coffee wafted through the steam.
Kawazu Mashumi sat by the window in the café, her eyes filled with doubt and disdain as she looked at Moribe Takeo.
This morning, this honest classmate called her and asked her out, saying that he had a very important matter.
"Why did you ask me out today?"
Kawazu Mashumi placed her bag on the chair and looked at the time on her watch. "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll make it short."
There was no trace of politeness or friendship between old classmates in her tone. It was all cold and indifferent, as if the person sitting in front of her was a wooden statue.
Kawazu Mashumi had been the prettiest type in her high school class, but the merciless passage of time didn't care how beautiful you were in the past. A man in his thirties might be at the peak of his career, looks, and money, but for most women, it was a period of rapid decline.
She had a thick layer of makeup on her face. It was obvious that she was trying hard to put on fresh and light makeup, but as she put on makeup, she couldn't help but put on more powder to hide the passage of time at the corners of her eyes.
After thanking the waiter, Moribe Takeo sat on the chair and crossed his fingers. After considering his words, he said, "Excuse me … were you in the central district last night?"
Kawazu Mashumi raised her eyebrows. "I live in the central district, what do you think?"
"What I mean is, last night, you sat in a white Mitsubishi with an Osaka license plate …"
Before Moribe Takeo could finish, Kawazu Mashumi interrupted him with dissatisfaction. "What has that got to do with you?"
"Of course it has something to do with me."
Moribe Takeo's voice suddenly rose. "A few days ago, my wife, your best friend Reiko, was also in that car. Who is he, and what is your relationship with him?"
Hearing Takeo's words, Kawazu Mashumi smiled mockingly. "Then go ask her yourself. What's the point of asking me?"
What a joke. Kawazu Mashumi couldn't help but laugh. Takeo was really a tortoise. If you have the ability to ask Reiko, why ask me?
But Moribe Takeo's next words caught Mashumi off guard.
"I …" Moribe Takeo narrowed his eyes and struggled in his heart. "If you don't tell me, I will tell your husband about you."
Kawazu Mashumi's husband, Moribe Takeo, wasn't familiar with him, and he didn't have his contact details. But this was enough to scare him.
This was the first time Shou used words to threaten someone, and it was someone he was familiar with. This made him feel uneasy and restless in his heart.
"Don't you dare!" Kawazu Mashumi stood up and glared at Moribe Takeo.
"…"
Moribe Takeo didn't say anything, but it was this silence that made Kawazu Mashumi hesitate and sit down again.
Agreeing to come today was a mistake.
"What do you want to know?" Kawazu Mashumi was furious. She was clearly angered by Moribe Takeo.
"About that man and my wife …" Moribe Takeo said painfully. "I already know about Kameda."
When Kawazu Mashumi heard Moribe Takeo mention Kameda's name, the mocking smile on her face became more obvious.
"Alright, then I will tell you everything."
She looked out of the window at the scenery of Osaka. "How should I tell you? Tsk, what a shitty debt."
"The driver is Yu Akihiko, a male prostitute from a brothel. Reiko and I met him at a brothel. As for Kameda, although I have heard about him from Reiko, you have to ask your lovely wife yourself how she got together with Kameda."
"Also, why do you think a beautiful woman like Reiko would fall for a useless yes-man like you?"
Kawazu Mashumi laughed. "Isn't it because it's old-fashioned? All of Reiko's acquaintances know what kind of person she is. That's why Reiko asked me to find someone who doesn't know her. Among all the people I know, you are the most honest one. You are perfect."
"Do you think Reiko is only related to Kameda and Yu Akihiko?
The government said that the boss of Shin Sei Construction, the CEO of House Industries, and the General Manager of Zudo Electric are all Reiko's lovers. "
"They are all influential people. They are different from an average looking person like you. Yusheng, who drives a Mitsubishi, might not be rich, but he is handsome."
"But I have to admire Reiko's ability. Not only did she keep these lovers from knowing each other, but she also hid it from you until now."
With every word Kawazu Mashumi said, Moribe Takeo clenched his fist tighter.
Looking at Shoubu Takeo's silent expression, Kawazu Mashumi became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke. She really enjoyed the pleasure of torturing someone.
"Now that you know some of them, some of them are well-known in Osaka. That's why her situation of hiding things from each other is very special. Do you understand?"
"If you want to divorce Li Zi and cause this matter to blow up, even if one of these big shots doesn't want to let her go, have you thought about the consequences? Can you bear the consequences if it becomes big?"
"And as a husband, do you think you can hide from their revenge?"
"This is your fate, and no one can change it. God made you suffer. Do you want to go against it?"
"This is the survival of the fittest in modern society. Those without brains will be bullied and eliminated. Do you understand? Who asked you to be brainless and incompetent?"
After saying all that in one breath, Kawazu Mashumi licked her lips thirstily and took a sip of her coffee. She leaned back on the chair and stretched her body. Her smile couldn't hide her smugness.
"Are you done?" Moribe Takeo's calm expression didn't change at all.
"I'm done. These are my words of advice to you as her best friend. It's not only for her safety, but also for yours. Just remember it."
Kawazu Mashumi looked at the cowardly man in disdain. Just like before, Moribe Takeo was a cowardly turtle.
But if it wasn't for him, her best friend wouldn't have found such an honest man.
Kawazu Mashumi stood up with her bag. She felt much better after scolding him for a while.
"It's good that you're done."
Moribe Takeo stood up as well. He tidied up his sleeves meticulously. He reached out with his right hand and patted Kawazu Mashumi's face like he was swatting a fly.
"Let's go."
Her face, which was covered in makeup but couldn't hide the grease on her face, started to spin. Once, twice, thrice. Zhen Shoumei's neck was twisted like a fried dough twist. That clockwise spinning head even sent her body flying. Her entire body smashed into the wall like a piece of pork with makeup on.
"Splat."
The brown walls of the café were peeled off into patches of oppressive red and black.
"Kill, kill, murder!"
"Ahhh!"