At the same time, he felt some self-reproach and guilt.
He walked over to the bed, sat down, and gently stroked Panasonic Izumi’s head as he whispered, "Akimoto Hidekazu will be sent to prison and will never harass you again."
"Mmm, thank you, Daddy, I was so scared tonight." Panasonic Izumi threw herself into Panasonic Youkang’s arms and clung to him, sobbing as she spoke.
Panasonic Youkang sighed and said, "Daddy knows, Daddy knows everything, nobody will ever hurt you again, Daddy will protect Izumi."
"Mmm, I believe in Daddy." Panasonic Izumi sniffled, her tears coming quickly, but soon she pretended to fall asleep securely in Panasonic Youkang’s arms.
After sensing his daughter had fallen asleep, Panasonic Youkang tiptoed as he gently laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket before finally turning off the light and leaving the room.
Click, the soft sound of the door closing.
Panasonic Izumi opened her eyes, a playful gleam flashing through them, and without turning on the light, she threw back the covers, sat up, and picked up her cellphone to call Aoyama Xiu Xin.
Moonlight streamed through the window onto her figure, revealing the contours of her delicate body beneath the sheer nightgown, plump and fair, voluptuously embracing her form without the hint of excess weight, like the female lead in a Korean comic, sensually appealing to behold and even more to touch.
"Mosi Mosi, this is Aoyama Xiu Xin."
"Mr. Aoyama, it’s Izumi." Panasonic Izumi spoke to Aoyama Xiu Xin with an especially tender voice.
For if another man said in bed he wanted to fuck her to death, she’d only think of it as pillow talk, but if Aoyama Xiu Xin said it, she’d take it as truth.
Thus, being gentle with Aoyama Xiu Xin was in hopes of a future ride, rather than a dead-end connection.
Dressed in a wine-red robe, Aoyama Xiu Xin was lounging on the balcony under the moonlight, legs crossed, with fruit, red wine, and cigarettes laid out on a small table beside him, reveling in comfort as he jokingly said over the phone, "A late-night call, could it be that Miss Izumi is longing for me?"
"Don’t you miss me, Mr. Aoyama?" Panasonic Izumi’s voice was sweet and plaintive.
Aoyama Xiu Xin chuckled and said, "Whatever is the matter with calling up so late, surely you aren’t lonely and comforting yourself while listening to my voice for excitement, are you?"
Panasonic Izumi hummed in response, her heart fluttering for a moment as she lightly bit her tender lip. Her other hand, as if possessed, began to slide down as she knitted her brows and started discussing the urgency of the situation, "I did as you instructed tonight, shall I bring the recording pen to you tomorrow?"
She had carried a recording pen in her purse, turned it on as she dashed out of the restroom, and kept it on until she left.
"Miss Izumi, you certainly are proactive. Tell me about the incident tonight, after all, I suppose you wouldn’t be able to enjoy yourself if I hung up right now." Hearing the suddenly more rapid breathing on the other end, Aoyama Xiu Xin guessed what she was up to and teased her.
Caught out by Aoyama Xiu Xin, Panasonic Izumi felt a flash of shame but also an even greater thrill as she continued to pleasure herself while recounting the night’s details.
Minutes later, her body sagged, her brain went blank, and she collapsed onto the bed, legs limply dangling off the edge, eyes dull as she gasped for air.
"Goodnight, Miss Izumi." The voice of Aoyama Xiu Xin came from the cellphone that had fallen aside.
Panasonic Izumi murmured dazedly, "Goodnight."
Just after Aoyama Xiu Xin had ended the call with Panasonic Izumi and was preparing to rest, his phone rang again.
"Senior Police Director, this is Shinichi." Nakamura Shinichi introduced himself and then got straight to the point, "That reporter named Uesugi Yuusaku visited several of last night’s fire site residents this evening. After he left, the people I had watching him learned from the residents he had asked about last night’s fire, and because he paid for information, those villagers have told everything."
"What a bunch of greedy misers!" Aoyama Xiu Xin snorted, already piecing together that Uesugi Yuusaku probably wasn’t being directed by anyone else; otherwise, he wouldn’t need to inquire personally, as someone would’ve researched and handed him the information to write up for a report. He spoke calmly, "Find an excuse, arrest him immediately and detain him for a while to prevent him from spreading false rumors that disrupt public order."
The nerve to make trouble without anyone backing him—Aoyama Xiu Xin was determined to give him a taste of harsh reality.
"Understood!" Nakamura Shinichi acknowledged with a sound and then continued with his report, "Senior Police Director, I have a preliminary suspicion regarding the arsonist—a man named Yamada Shinryu, whose house was set on fire the day before the fire at Yagyu tao’s house, likely as coercion by Yagyu Tao to agree to a demolition, and afterward, he retaliated in kind. I’ve got people on his whereabouts."
Such information was easily accessible, hence why he had much to report within just half a day.
"Mm, capture him secretly when found, but don’t use arson as the reason, find some other pretext to take control of him," Aoyama Xiu Xin directed.
Again, Nakamura Shinichi responded, "Understood!"
Meanwhile, Akben Jiancheng had just arrived home.
He had barely stepped through the door when a young man in a suit, somewhat resembling Akimoto Hidekazu and a few years older, immediately stood up to greet him from the couch.
"Father, what exactly happened tonight?"
He was Akben Hero, Akben Jiancheng’s eldest son and designated heir, who had missed the charity banquet tonight due to contract negotiations.
Nonetheless, he’d heard about the incident at the banquet.
"That bitch Panasonic Izumi played us!" Akben Jiancheng’s face was dark with rage as he spat out the story, "It’s also Hidekazu’s fault for not keeping it in his pants, getting hooked so easily. A little time to cool off in jail might do him some good, take it as a lesson learned."