Although Aoyama Xiu Xin was staying at the Asakai residence, he didn’t share a room with Asai Ayumi. After all, they weren’t married yet, and that wouldn’t have been proper.
However, Asai Ayumi would always sneak into his room in the middle of the night and then sneak away again at dawn.
After all, Aoyama Xiu Xin couldn’t stay in Tokyo for long as he needed to return to Hokkaido soon.
"Wake up, Ayumi, it’s almost dawn, you should leave," Aoyama Xiu Xin, who had woken up early that morning, said as usual to wake Ayumi up.
Naked, her body covered in the marks of their activities, Asai Ayumi slowly woke up, sleepily clinging to him and said, "It’s so annoying, I haven’t slept well in days."
"After we get married, we’ll be able to sleep till dawn every day," Aoyama Xiu Xin said as he held her in his arms and stroked her smooth hair to comfort her.
"Ah!" Asai Ayumi sighed, opened her eyes, and asked, "When are you going back to Hokkaido?"
"In a couple of days, I’ve almost finished what I need to do in Tokyo," Aoyama Xiu Xin said while playing with her heavy conscience with his other hand; he had made all the moves he needed to make, and the people of Sapporo needed him.
Her conscience toyed with and the looming separation from her lover spurred Asai Ayumi’s interest; she leaned close to his ear and said, "There’s still so ti before dawn, Mr. Xiu Xin, do you want to try sothing on the corridor outside?"
"You’re really bold," Aoyama Xiu Xin remarked.
Asai Ayumi gave him a challenging look.
Aoyama Xiu Xin imdiately got up.
If Asai Ayumi wasn’t afraid, why should he be? If Asai Youki found out, it would be him who’d be more embarrassed.
The sky was still dim, and the corridor was dark, a naked Asai Ayumi crouching by the railing, biting her red lips, humming through her nose, her hair fluttering as passion deepened, her fingers white from gripping the railing too hard.
Just as the two were deeply engrossed, a crisp sound of unlocking a door startled them, and Iihara Nishi stepped out of the nearby room, staring agape at the scene.
She had been suffering from insomnia after her pregnancy and had woken up early that day feeling a bit hungry, intending to find sothing to eat; she never expected to walk in on such a scene.
Asai Ayumi was also visibly shocked, instinctively trying to stop what was happening, but her waist was tightly gripped by Aoyama Xiu Xin’s big hands, making it impossible to break free. Embarrassnt, stimulation, and annoyance surged through her, and under her sister-in-law’s gaze, she reached the peak of ecstasy. As Aoyama Xiu Xin let go, she slumped to the ground like mud.
"I couldn’t help it, sorry to make you laugh," Aoyama Xiu Xin said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, maintaining an unconcerned deanor.
It wasn’t about making laugh, it was like watching a live adult show!
Finally coming to her senses, Iihara Nishi said nothing, turned back into her room, and slamd the door shut.
"It’s over, I’m so embarrassed," Asai Ayumi covered her face in sha, really wishing she could leave the planet.
"It’s okay," Aoyama Xiu Xin carried her, now too weak to stand, back to their room and joked, "Maybe she even envies you for having such a capable boyfriend, making her distressed in secret."
"It’s all your fault, all your fault," although it was her own suggestion, Asai Ayumi now blad everything on Aoyama Xiu Xin, hitting him repeatedly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin wasn’t upset and smiled, letting her vent, after all, he had enjoyed himself just before.
anwhile, Iihara Nishi, who appeared calm, was actually not at peace after closing her door, her mind filled with what she had just witnessed, her breathing quickened, her face flushed.
During breakfast, Asai Ayumi dared not look directly at Iihara Nishi, and Iihara Nishi was no better, still fantasizing about Aoyama Xiu Xin.
So, the breakfast was quite awkward.
After breakfast, Asai Ayumi and Asai Youki went to work at the Police Headquarters, Mrs. Asakai left to play cards with her old friends, and Aoyama Xiu Xin also left the house, leaving only Iihara Nishi at ho, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
anwhile, Suzuki Jiro, still unable to contact Tang Siqian that morning, left the house after his brother and father. As he expected, after showing his strong will, the house staff dared not stop him.
As for his mother, who always indulged him, she wouldn’t stop him either and surely would help him avoid his father and brother’s reproach when he returned ho in the evening.
Suzuki Jiro drove his flashy Ferrari straight to Shinjuku. En route his phone rang, but he didn’t even look at it before hanging up, guessing it was probably a servant reporting to his brother who then called to scold him.
Why pick up only to be scolded and then hang up?
What he didn’t notice was that from the mont he left the house, a car had been following behind him.
Yamakawa Ichiro’s efficiency was as high as ever.
Aoyama Xiu Xin had told him to deal with Suzuki Jiro quickly, and he had made all the necessary arrangents the previous night.
Suzuki Jiro also generously provided him with the opportunity by leaving ho early that morning, not keeping Yamakawa Ichiro waiting for long.
When Suzuki Jiro drove through an intersection, the side of his car was suddenly ramd by a speeding SUV with a loud crash, hitting right at the driver’s side.
The Ferrari, already low to the ground, crumpled at the mont of impact, slid about ten ters with the car pinned down at a stop on the roadblock, and Suzuki Jiro inside lost consciousness imdiately, his face and hands covered with cuts from the shattered glass.
Seeing the accident, many vehicles and pedestrians stopped, but most people and cars continued to move since it was rush hour.
After both cars had been turned off, the door of the SUV opened, and a drunken middle-aged male driver panickedly rushed out, stumbling towards the Ferrari sports car to pull on Suzuki Jiro inside.
From an outside perspective, he seed frantically trying to save the person inside the car, but no one saw him pick up a shard of glass and slide it across Suzuki Jiro’s throat.
To ensure Suzuki Jiro would undoubtedly die.
The mont his throat was slit, Suzuki Jiro, who had already passed out, suddenly woke up, coughed a few bewildered coughs at first, then felt sothing flowing from his neck and instinctively tried to touch it; however, his hand was stuck and couldn’t be raised, so he could only look down.
What he saw was his lapel soaked with blood, and more blood was continuously gushing out; his expression instantly turned to panic, he turned his head seeking help from the drunk man but only t his indifferent gaze.
After seeing the bloody shard of glass in the other person’s hand, he suddenly understood everything, his eyes widened wanting to say sothing, but because of the severe injury to his throat, he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.
He could only make unintelligible grunt sounds.
Listening to the screams around him, Suzuki Jiro felt ti passing very slowly. In his last monts before death, his mind suddenly cleared; Tang Siqian was unreachable because the incident had been exposed, police not updating their progress ant nothing about their progress but didn’t an Aoyama Xiu Xin wasn’t updated. Aoyama Xiu Xin likely decided not to resolve the shooting legally but chose blood for blood instead.
Realizing this, Suzuki Jiro’s emotions suddenly surged with anger, "How dare Aoyama Xiu Xin kill ? How could he kill ? My uncle is Suzuki Jun, the Governor of Tokyo!" In the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood with regret and anger and died.
"Ah! Ahhh!" After confirming his death, the drunk threw the glass, turned around, and ran screaming into the bustling street, where he was hit by a passing car at the intersection and killed on the spot.
The unfortunate driver who killed the drunk sat in the car completely bewildered and helpless, staring blankly ahead.
The car which had been following Suzuki Jiro only sped away after seeing this scene.
Aoyama Xiu Xin, who was playing chess with Yamakawa Ichiro and Ito Sei at the ti, soon received a call from Yamakawa Ichiro but rely responded indifferently and hung up, continuing to play the ga as if nothing had happened.
Suzuki Taichiro was in a eting at his company when he received the police call and almost blacked out, then imdiately ended the eting and rushed to the scene.
Upon arriving, he saw a crowd gathered at the intersection from afar, parked his car, and squeezed through the crowd to see the police tape and the two crashed cars, with a body covered by a white cloth on the ground.
"Ah! Jiro! My son!"
A wail of agony echoed as Mr. Suzuki, who also got a call from the police, hurried to the scene, broke through the police line, and wept inconsolably over the body.
"Dad." Suzuki Taichiro, seeing this, also hurried over the police line, knelt beside him, hugging him while his other hand rested on the body, his reddening eyes shedding tears, his tightly clenched teeth trembling as he choked up, "Why did you go out! Why!"
He had grounded Suzuki Jiro; if he hadn’t gone out today, this accident wouldn’t have happened.
"Uh... Mr. Suzuki, this is the perpetrator’s body, not your son’s. He’s still in that car. We’ll move him after we’ve secured the scene," the officer in charge of the investigation said sowhat speechlessly yet sympathetically.
Mr. Suzuki and Suzuki Taichiro were both stunned.
Then they hurried to the Ferrari and indeed saw Suzuki Jiro still trapped in the driver’s seat, his chest stained with blood and his complexion pale.
"Preliminary conjecture is that his death was caused by too much blood loss due to his throat being slit by the car window’s broken glass at the mont of impact," the police explained nearby.
Mr. Suzuki cried on the car body, and although Suzuki Taichiro was also in deep pain, his bond with his brother was not as profound as a father’s with his son, so he could maintain so composure at the mont, "What caused the accident?"
"The perpetrator was drunk driving and ran a red light at high speed," the police stated succinctly and then added, "According to onlookers, imdiately after the accident, he tried to save the victim but failed. He had a breakdown after seeing the victim had died and ran into the middle of the road, where he was hit by a car driving normally."
"Is there any possibility of murder?" Although it sounded typical, Suzuki Taichiro still asked.
Wealthy people often have a persecution complex, knowing well the enemies they had made in the past.
The officer thought this man was really dramatic and sowhat speechlessly said, "It looks purely accidental thus far, but of course, we’ll conduct a more detailed investigation."
"Please do!" Suzuki Taichiro bowed deeply.
...
In the police’s view, Suzuki Jiro’s death was due to a traffic accident caused by drunk driving, but after knowing his uncle was Suzuki Jun, the Police Headquarters still conducted a three-day investigation, eventually ruling out homicide and confirming it as a traffic accident death.
As the driver responsible also died, even if murder was orchestrated, it left no leads for further investigation.
With the police unable to find evidence and the Suzuki Family having no suspects, they had to accept the results and proceeded with Suzuki Jiro’s funeral.
Aoyama Xiu Xin did not attend the funeral because he had already left Tokyo for Sapporo two days earlier.
He called Suzuki Taichiro rely to express that it was a regrettable incident and unexpected that Suzuki Jiro would encounter such a fatal accident, asking him to grieve properly.
Suzuki Taichiro thanked him for his condolences.
After hanging up the phone, Aoyama Xiu Xin smiled intriguingly, crossing his hands, feeling very pleased.
"Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking sound ca.
Casually, he shouted, "Co in."
"The Senior Police Director, we have a problem." Nakamura Shinichi hurriedly pushed the door and entered, saying somberly.
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