Song Ruhai ate only two bites of the vegetables before picking up his bowl and drinking a sip of mutton soup, his brows furrowing slightly.
How long did you cook the soup?
The taste is off.
Ozawa Nami paused slightly in her chopsticks and casually said, "More than two hours."
Song Ruhai's face darkened, and he slammed his chopsticks on the table.
"are you sure?"
He knew Ozawa Nami's cooking all too well; this mutton soup must have been undercooked and overcooked, lacking the rich flavor of usual.
Ozawa Nami's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately stood up.
"Then I'll put it back in the pot and cook it a little longer."
Song Ruhai had a bad temper, and she never dared to disobey him.
"Redo it!"
Song Ruhai is very particular about ingredients; he would never eat mutton that has been cooked twice.
Nami Ozawa gave a fawning smile and began to negotiate.
"Honey, I'm a little tired today. Can I make it for you tomorrow?"
If she were to redo it, it would take at least two hours, and it would be getting dark soon. Su Luo was already waiting for her.
Since she had already made an appointment with Su Luo, she didn't want to keep him waiting for too long.
A faint smile appeared on Song Ruhai's lips as he beckoned to her.
Nami Ozawa, unaware of what was going on, stepped forward.
The next second, her slender neck was gripped tightly by the man.
The man's hand gripped her trachea tightly, instantly blocking her breathing.
Ozawa Nami's face flushed red, her peach blossom eyes filled with fear, and she breathed heavily.
"Honey, please don't..."
Ignoring her pleas, Song Ruhai tightened his grip, staring at her pitiful and touching face, and said with a smile.
"Have I been spoiling you lately? You've even learned to refuse me now? You've grown quite the character, haven't you?"
"Hmm..."
Nami Ozawa raised her hand and grabbed the man's large hand that was binding her neck.
Her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she pleaded for mercy.
"I'm sorry, I'll redo it right away."
"Honey, you're hurting me..."
It wasn't just the pain; she felt that if she was pinched any longer, she would die from lack of oxygen.
"That's more like it."
Song Ruhai snorted coldly and released the woman.
Nami Ozawa collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently, and she couldn't help but cough.
Bright red fingerprints instantly appeared on her fair neck.
After only a short while, Ozawa Nami rushed into the kitchen and, without even wiping away her tears, started making soup again.
While I was chopping vegetables, my phone started vibrating in my pocket.
Ozawa Nami immediately turned off her phone; at this critical moment, she couldn't care less about Su Luo.
She knew Song Ruhai's character very well; if he found out she was cheating on him, she would suffer a terrible fate.
But his health is failing, and he hasn't touched her even once since they got married.
He abused her constantly because he couldn't perform properly. When she wanted a divorce, he refused and threatened to kill her.
Why should she remain chaste for him?
...
Manting Japanese-style hot spring hotel.
Presidential Suite.
Su Luo nestled on the sofa, listening to the notification sounds on her phone.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."
Strange, didn't Ozawa Nami say she would come over after dinner?
He's already here, so why is her phone off when I call her?
Su Luo glanced at the digital clock on the wall; it was seven o'clock in the evening.
It wasn't too late yet; he could wait for her a little longer.
Her phone might have run out of battery; she's already on her way.
After all, Ozawa Nami had already renewed her room fee.
When it came to the room rate, he was genuinely surprised; it cost over 30,000 yuan for one night.
Are you kidding me? Thirty thousand is three months' salary for him. Rich people can spend three months' salary on a single night's stay in a hotel.
However, once inside the room, it was clear that the high price was justified.
The room is large and in a Japanese style, with solid wood floors, exquisite screens, murals of geisha in kimonos, and a private open-air hot spring on the balcony.
...
Ozawa Nami carefully cooked the mutton soup again and served it on the table.
Song Ruhai took a bite, and his expression finally softened.
Ozawa Nami's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he finally didn't lose his temper again.
After finishing his meal, Song Ruhai went out to play cards with his friends.
Nami Ozawa threw the uneaten food into the trash can, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and tidied up the kitchen.
Dragging my weary body, I leaned back on the sofa and let out a heavy sigh.
Nami Ozawa's neck was sore and painful, so she raised her hand and gently rubbed it.
After a while, I took out my phone and pressed the power button.
Several missed calls and unread messages.
Ozawa Nami opened WeChat and saw that it was a message from Su Luo.
"Nami-nee, why did you turn off your phone?"
Are you coming back? I'm still waiting for you.
Are you feeling unwell? Are you alright?
...
As Ozawa Nami read the messages of concern for her, her eyes welled up with tears, and a warm feeling surged through her heart.
She assumed that since she was so late and her phone was off, Su Luo must have already gone back and wouldn't be waiting for her anymore.
Song Ruhai was playing cards with his friends all night long, so he probably won't be coming back.
So Nami Ozawa replied to Su Luo's message.
"Sorry, I had an urgent matter to attend to, I'll head out now."
Su Luo replied almost instantly: "Okay, be careful."
Nami Ozawa put down her phone and went to the bathroom.
I turned on the tap, washed my face with cold water, and then dried it with a washcloth.
I looked up at myself in the mirror, slightly lost in thought.
Her face, though without makeup, was still flawlessly beautiful, and several bright red finger marks on her long, fair neck were quite noticeable.
Nami Ozawa gave a self-deprecating smile.
What a beautiful face! When Song Ruhai gets angry, he won't hold back just because she's pretty.
Nami Ozawa stopped smiling and carefully used foundation to smooth out the red marks on her neck.
She couldn't expose her vulnerable side to Su Luo; she wanted to always appear glamorous and confident in front of others.
Before long, the foundation completely covered the red marks, and there was no trace of being hit.
Ozawa Nami stopped.
After changing into a beautiful dress and putting on high heels, she transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman that everyone envied.
Before leaving, Ozawa Nami instructed the maid to tell Song Ruhai that she and her friend had gone to a beauty salon if he returned early.
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