"Miss Ji, I’m back..."
Nami tried hard to force a smile at her.
Ji Wei’s eyes turned red, and she quickly pulled her inside by the hand.
"That bastard, what did he do to you?" Ji Wei’s gaze was slightly panicked as she kept inspecting Nami for injuries.
The once smooth forehead of the girl now bore a swollen bruise, with a wound at the corner of her mouth. A torn sleeve revealed an arm mottled with bruises of varying depths. Nami’s clothes were filthy and tattered, barely able to cover her body.
Ji Wei’s eyes reddened instantly. She hastily removed her knitted cardigan and draped it over Nami, her voice trembling with fury: "That bastard bullied you, didn’t he? I swear I’ll make him pay!"
Nami held her hand and shook her head with a faint smile: "Although I do have some bruises, I fought hard to protect my innocence."
Seeing that Ji Wei still seemed unconvinced, Nami added: "Really, to stop that bastard from succeeding, I deliberately knocked myself out, which is why there’s such a big bump on my head."
Nami raised her hand to touch her forehead, but as soon as she did, the pain made her gasp.
Ji Wei stopped her immediately when she saw, "Don’t touch it, I’ll find some ointment."
As she turned away, her nose suddenly tingled with sadness.
Nami had gone to such lengths to preserve her dignity, even at the cost of hurting herself—Ji Wei hadn’t expected such an intense and courageous personality beneath Nami’s gentle appearance.
Nami sat on the couch while Ji Wei returned with the ointment. As she applied it to Nami’s wounds, she spoke with guilt: "I’m sorry, Nami. This was all my fault. Actually, I lied to you. I deceived you."
Nami looked at her in astonishment, unsure of her meaning.
"The people in Room 2507 aren’t my husband; they’re under Yamamoto Yu’s employ..."
Ji Wei briefly explained why she had come to Tokyo.
After hearing Ji Wei’s story, Nami was stunned for a long time.
She never imagined that one day she would be entangled with the mafia. After narrowly avoiding being violated by Dongye last night and enduring hours of what felt like a nightmare, Nami’s worldview had been completely upended.
She realized that behind Tokyo’s bustling glamour lay such a dark, terrifying side.
With understanding in her voice, Nami said, "You lied to me because you didn’t want me to get involved, so you don’t need to blame yourself. Besides, the Mr. Gu who rescued me—isn’t he your real husband?"
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Nami shook her head. "No. I heard it from the two men in black who brought me back. They mentioned Mr. Gu, said it was because of his connections that Dongye agreed to release me, and said I was lucky to have a friend like Mr. Gu."
Nami smiled at her slightly: "I don’t know anyone named Mr. Gu. Thinking it over carefully, I realized he must be your husband."
Ji Wei quietly nodded.
Nami had forgiven her, but Ji Wei still felt uneasy inside.
If she’d been honest with Nami earlier, maybe this whole ordeal could have been avoided.
"Um... Do you have water?" Nami, sensing her guilt, deliberately changed the subject.
Ji Wei quickly got up to pour a glass of water.
"Thank you." Nami took the cup with a smile and expressed her gratitude.
She glanced around the apartment and noticed it was a simple one-bedroom space. Curious, she asked: "Do you live here with your husband?"
"This is a temporary residence; I’ll be moving out soon. I reckon those people will track me down any time now." Ji Wei’s tone grew heavier as she spoke.
Hearing this, Nami felt a chill rise in her heart.
What kind of connection did Ji Wei have with the mafia that made them relentlessly pursue her?
But before Nami could voice her question, a sudden knock came at the door again, loud and deliberate.