Walking by the river often, one’s shoes are bound to get wet.
Takeshita Jun’s shoes got wet tonight.
It was Aoyama Xiu Xin’s doing.
As usual, he stationed himself outside the Nozawa Financial Corporation building, watching for Yehua Yiren’s vehicle to leave, then immediately drove after her.
After following for a distance, he realized that Yehua Yiren was not headed home but seemed to be deviating more and more, which excited and thrilled him.
Could it be that tonight there would be a significant harvest?
Finally, Yehua Yiren’s car stopped in front of a scrapyard. Unbothered by the filthy surroundings, she stepped out of her designer-clad figure and walked inside.
Of course, Takeshita Jun couldn’t keep following by car.
He quietly followed on foot with his camera in hand.
But when he entered the scrapyard, he froze. Yehua Yiren stood there with her arms crossed, a cold sneer of mockery on her face, while several burly men stood behind her.
Idiot! Exposed, walked into a trap.
Realizing the danger, Takeshita Jun turned to run.
But the moment he turned, a heavy boot kicked his stomach, and he felt as though his organs were in disarray, screaming as he fell to the ground, clutching his belly.
Takeshita Jun instinctively reached for his gun, but as he drew it, a kick to his wrist sent it flying, and the next thing he knew, he was pinned to the ground, hands behind his back, held down by two men.
"Let me go! Idiot! Let me go!"
High-heeled shoes studded with diamonds approached ever closer, the fair skin of her feet and ankles subtly visible beneath the thin flesh-colored stockings. Takeshita Jun struggled to lift his head and meet Yehua Yiren’s gaze as she walked up to him.
His eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness to yield.
He had to admit the woman had a good figure, her mature allure as a wife and young mother was spellbinding, like a ripe peach bursting with sweet juice at the bite. But he also knew beneath her beautiful appearance was a poisonous heart.
According to their data, Yehua Yiren’s Nozawa Financial Corporation had already caused the ruin and despair of hundreds of citizens, shattering families.
"How long have you been following me?"
Yehua Yiren stopped about half a meter in front of Takeshita Jun, looking down at him to ask.
Takeshita Jun glared at her fiercely, silent.
His eyes expressed his stance.
"Takeshita Jun, 26 years old, an orphan, you made yourself into a prosecutor for the Tokyo District Court through sheer effort—quite the inspiring story! And I know you have a girlfriend of five years. She’s a delicate beauty, gentle and kind."
"You were set to become a winner in both career and love, but now this inspiring life is heading towards tragedy. The path you chose doesn’t matter, but it’s a shame that your devoted girlfriend will be dragged down with you."
Yehua Yiren shook her head, a look of pity on her face.
"Idiot! Just come at me! Don’t touch Mei Hui! She has nothing to do with this!" Takeshita Jun could no longer keep silent, roaring in shock and anger.
Yehua Yiren’s lips curved into a beautiful smile, "How could she not be involved? Her biggest mistake was choosing you as a boyfriend. Guess what will happen to her? I can hardly bear to say it."
According to the information provided by Aoyama Xiu Xin, everyone has a weakness; the right bait attracts the prey.
"Bitch! Ah, idiot road! You damn bitch!" Takeshita Jun cursed hysterically, eyes almost splitting with emotion as he growled furiously, "You filthy mongrel of Aoyama Xiu Xin! If you touch Mei Hui, I won’t let you go!"
Hearing such profane curses, Zhao Qinghong bowed his head, not daring to look at Yehua Yiren’s face—after all, the truth always hurts the most.
Yehua Yiren’s face turned ice cold, her high heel brutally stepping onto Takeshita Jun’s face.
The sharp heel pierced his skin.
Crimson blood dripped steadily.
"Ah!" Takeshita Jun screamed in agony.
Yehua Yiren moved her foot, looking with disgust at the bloodied heel and said coldly, "Takeshita Jun, do you believe your beloved Mei Hui will become the mongrel for many to seek pleasure with?"
Even if she was indeed Aoyama Xiu Xin’s plaything, being pointedly cursed was unacceptable.
"No! Please, no! Don’t!" Takeshita Jun panicked at her words, no longer cursing, his demeanor suddenly more refined as he pleaded, "I beg you, please don’t hurt her!"
For an orphan with no family, his girlfriend of five years meant everything, the total sum of his affections. If she were to be desecrated because of him, it would undoubtedly break him, and he would go mad.
"If you want to protect her, then you’ll need to behave."
Yehua Yiren spoke in an indifferent tone.
Takeshita Jun’s face changed back and forth, uncertain.
Yehua Yiren’s voice softened, filled with a seductive lure, "Is so-called justice really that important to you? Even if you bring down Nozawa Financial Corporation, what will you gain? Do you think you will be met with flowers, applause, and honors, with a successful and recognized career?"
Takeshita Jun looked up at her.
"No wonder you’re being used by Nakamura Tatsuyuki; you really are naïve and adorable." Yehua Yiren revealed a mocking smile and slowly said, "You only know the tip of the iceberg. If Nozawa Financial Corporation collapses, I’ll just be a scapegoat. But not only Nakamura Tatsuyuki, every one of you will face brutal retaliation, ranging from being sidelined to dying in an ’accident.’"