Facing the man in front of her, Mrs. Miyashun didn't know why, but she couldn't feel any disgust towards him from the bottom of her heart.
As a Tokyo housewife, Mrs. Miyashun was well aware that she had a slight advantage in looks.
Even before entering into marriage, she had been pursued by countless people.
But she still chose her husband, Takahashi Kazuma.
Because she felt that her husband was different from those other men; he was ambitious, not addicted to women, and took meticulous care of her.
At this moment, Harumizu reminded her of their state when they were in love.
At that time, her husband was also so sincere, not just coveting her body.
"Mr. Harumizu, please have a cup of hot tea at home. Otherwise, I really don't know how to thank you."
Mrs. Miyashun didn't directly let Harumizu leave, but instead, holding Harumizu's forearm with both hands, pulled him into the living room.
She then had Harumizu sit on the sofa in the living room.
Harumizu looked up at the clock in the living room; it was 1:15.
Fujiwara Shunsui, filled with integrity, thought:
"Sigh, if it weren't to see what this system prompt was all about, I'd really go home and rest."
Seeing Harumizu sit down, Mrs. Miyashun discreetly retreated to the kitchen, taking out a box of tea cakes from the cupboard.
She used a professional tool to cut the tea cake and placed the cut pieces into a teapot for brewing.
Harumizu looked back at the busy Mrs. Miyashun and said, "Are you really not going to change your clothes? Is this state really okay?"
Although Mrs. Miyashun's hair was no longer dripping wet.
But everyone with experience knew that having damp clothes clinging to her body at this time was still very uncomfortable.
Perhaps she suddenly thought of something, as Mrs. Miyashun suddenly glanced at herself while placing the teacup.
"Ah?! Oh!! Ah!!!"
At this moment, three undulating sounds came from the woman in the house.
Fortunately, this was Mrs. Miyashun's home, and the apartment's soundproofing was good.
After a series of hurried footsteps, Miyaharuni emerged from the bedroom, having changed into dry clothes.
It was still a long dress, but this time, Mrs. Miyashun wore a men's white shirt over her dress.
It was clear at a glance that it was Mrs. Miyashun's husband's clothes.
"Sure enough, office workers everywhere are the same, classic white undershirt!"
Perhaps it was because he had seen too many sexy versions of Mrs. Miyashun, but the white shirt version of Mrs. Miyashun actually had a hint of purity.
No, it was the feeling of Fukada Yua.
"Indeed, the masters never deceive me."
At this moment, Fujiwara Shunsui recalled a widely circulated saying on the internet in his previous life:
"Beautiful women and handsome men are basically similar; you can easily associate one person with another, because beauty is universal."
Perhaps Mrs. Miyashun had completely let down her guard against Harumizu, or perhaps she had completely trusted this man.
Mrs. Miyashun also took this opportunity to properly introduce her situation to Fujiwara Shunsui.
"My husband's name is Takahashi Kazuma, and I am Miya Harukiko. Before, I only occasionally greeted you with a lowered head in the elevator a few times. I never expected you to have such a good personality."
Harumizu remained silent, just quietly drinking tea and watching her.
"Actually, I'm not from Shinjuku. I came to Shinjuku with my husband to work hard. Life was relatively smooth before. My husband told me he would work hard, and once he was promoted to general manager, we would use our savings to buy our own house."
"Originally, everything was going smoothly, but..."
Miya Harukiko, who had wanted to continue, hesitated.
[system prompt]
[Save Mrs. Miyashun: Mrs. Miyashun seems to be in a dilemma. Host, please pay attention to her emotions and guide her to open up.]
Upon hearing the system prompt, Harumizu, who had been leisurely drinking tea, immediately sat upright on the sofa.
He immediately picked up where Mrs. Miyashun left off.
"It's alright, Mrs. Miyashun. I was too rash before, and I didn't understand you well. After these two interactions, I feel you're not quite like what I imagined. I will seriously consider the matter of the rent."
Hearing Harumizu say this, Miya Harukiko was so excited she almost jumped on the spot.
"Really? Mr. Harumizu! I'm so grateful to you!"
"You are truly too kind!"
"I knew that beneath your fierce exterior, you must have a kind heart. I thank you on behalf of my husband!"
Perhaps she was overwhelmed by Harumizu's sudden display of kindness, Miya Harukiko kept thanking Fujiwara Shunsui.
Harumizu actually didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Wait, Mrs. Miyashun, you seem to have misunderstood my meaning."
Harumizu immediately interrupted Mrs. Miyashun's thanks.
"My meaning is, I can consider the rent, but it depends on the situation you are currently facing. I hope you don't misunderstand my intentions."
Miya Harukiko was first stunned, then calmed her emotions, as if she had made some kind of decision, and continued to speak:
"I originally thought we would live happily ever after, but one day I felt everything changed."
"My husband, who never stayed out all night, started working overtime frequently, to the point where he eventually stopped coming home at all."
"Just as you see now."
Miya Harukiko's gaze shifted upwards, fixing on the clock in the living room.
"From the beginning, I would call every day to ask about the specific situation, to now our unspoken understanding. Once it's past midnight, my husband no longer comes home. Instead, he chooses to spend the night in a hotel outside the company."
"And from that time on, my husband, who used to bring money home every month, never gave me any money again."
"As you know, as housewives, we might have some savings, but I've been paying the rent for the past six months, and the family funds that used to be in surplus are now almost gone."
"Just the day before yesterday, after I mentioned our rent to Takahashi, Takahashi told me that his money was tied up in a project recently and he couldn't get it out, telling me to figure out a solution myself."
"I came to Osaka with him when I was 20, and now I'm 32. I've never worked. He just gives me some extra living expenses every month, and all household expenses are given to me separately."
"Every month I keep the house meticulously organized, and I take good care of his food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Now, now where do I go to earn money?"
At this point, Miya Harukiko's voice choked up.
Even Harumizu, a seasoned simp, could figure some things out; how could this person by his side not react?
Married for 12 years, they had no children, and some of the reasons were naturally self-evident.
Renting, full-time wife, struggling man.
Fujiwara Shunsui suddenly felt a trace of sympathy and recognition for this man he had never met.
Looking at Mrs. Miyashun, who had started to sob, Harumizu's already wavering heart finally made a decision.
"Mrs. Miyashun, don't cry!"
"I can give you a one-month reprieve on your rent. But I hope you and your husband resolve your issues soon."
"You also know that for someone like me to survive in Shinjuku, making wrong decisions can be fatal."
Hearing Harumizu say this, Miya Harukiko looked at the man sitting opposite her, her eyes filled with tears.
Fujiwara Shunsui clearly felt that fervent gaze.
They looked at each other.
Eyes filled with tears? Spring light?
Countless thoughts flashed through Harumizu's mind as he looked at Mrs. Miyashun.
Suddenly, Harumizu saw Mrs. Miyashun lean forward, seemingly wanting to get up and speak.
Harumizu sprang to his feet!
He immediately stood up and spoke before she could open her mouth:
"Mrs. Miyashun, don't misunderstand. I, Fujiwara Shunsui, am not that kind of person! I never thought of gaining any benefits from you by helping you!"
"I hope you overcome your difficulties soon!"