My new wife discovered my past

However, in the kitchen, Toru Watanabe heard such a request for the first time.

But the thought of having wet hair was indeed uncomfortable, and she was busy preparing her lunch, so what would it matter if Watanabe showed her a little tenderness?

After returning with the hair dryer, Watanabe Tetsuya skillfully blew up Hitomi Matsumoto's hair. In this situation, he couldn't help but say to her:

"Mr. Matsumoto, we have known each other for more than a year, but I think we have never had a good chat... For example, our first impressions of each other..."

Chapter 275 Murderous Intent Watanabe

In the narrow kitchen, the sounds of the hair dryer, range hood and ramen noodles simmering on the stove overlapped and were so noisy that Matsumoto Hitomi couldn't hear clearly what Watanabe Toru said.

The ramen is already cooked, and the seasonings and side dishes have also been prepared in the meantime, so now you can eat it directly from the pot.

She couldn't help but be anxious. It was already past one in the afternoon when they returned to the apartment and took a shower. Wouldn't it be after two o'clock by the time they finished eating ramen?

All in all, today's date only leaves her with four hours alone with Watanabe Tetsuya, so Matsumoto Hitomi naturally doesn't want to waste any more time.

There was still a little bit of hair left to dry, but Matsumoto Hitomi didn't bother to take care of it anymore. She served Watanabe Tetsuya ramen and put it on the plate. She turned around and smiled at him with her head tilted:

"It's all ready, honey, let's go eat!"

Matsumoto Hitomi ignored what he had just said for the time being, and Watanabe Toru didn't say much either, as it was just a whim on his part anyway.

Seeing that she was having trouble opening the door, Watanabe let her through without any obstruction.

When stepping on the blanket in the bedroom, Watanabe Hitomi said proudly: "Dear, you know, when I first moved out to live alone, I remember it very clearly, it was a snowy day.

"There was a blanket underneath. When I was carrying the bowl of ramen over for dinner, it was too hot and I was in a hurry, so I didn't hold it properly, and the ramen soup spilled on the blanket, leaving a big stain. I was upset for a long time. After I calmed down, the ramen was cold and sticky and I couldn't eat it, so...

"Every failure is a lesson learned, so I bought a dinner plate afterwards."

"It is indeed a useful method." Watanabe agreed. This is what he and Noriko did at home.

"Honey, look at the ramen I made! I'll go get a few cans of beer~!"

In fact, Hitomi Watanabe could have patiently waited for Toru Watanabe to finish praising her before going to get the wine, but now Hitomi no longer bothers to ask for that. She wanted to see Watanabe being captured by the ramen she made and praising her sincerely when they were eating ramen.

As the woman trotted barefoot to the refrigerator to get some wine, Watanabe looked down at the ramen on the low table. It was steaming hot, colorful, fragrant, and had rich ingredients. It looked delicious.

"Jiang Jiang~! I'm back~

"Please wait for me for a moment, dear. I'm going to play a song."

On the side of the bed against the wall, above the heads of various fufu and chiikawa dolls, Hitomi Matsumoto has installed a wooden board in the air to make a portable long table, on which she places some of her daily necessities and electronic products, including a set of Sony speakers.

When Watanabe Toru heard Matsumoto Hitomi say that she wanted to play a song, he knew which song it would be without having to guess.

The familiar melody sounded softly in the small room, and Watanabe found that he could sing the lyrics of "Cry For Me" following the rhythm.

Outside the half-drawn curtains, looking out through the empty balcony, the rain brought by the typhoon "pa pa pa" hit the window diagonally. Through the isolation of the balcony doors and windows, the woman's bedroom does not need aromatherapy. There is a fresh and pleasant fragrance, and the slowly blowing cold air from the air conditioner refreshes the small bedroom.

Watanabe Tetsuya has been smelling it all morning today, and the smell of Matsumoto Hitomi's body has become as familiar to him as in "Cry For Me". It smells a bit like the fragrance of peony flowers?

Watanabe is not interested in flowers and plants, but he had been to the Koishikawa Botanical Gardens of the University of Tokyo when he was dating Noriko, and they had smelled many flowers together. Watanabe, who is extremely sensitive to scents, clearly remembered the aroma of each flower they smelled.

Perhaps because there were too many women around him in the past, and Matsumoto Hitomi was always in and out with Kujo Sakura and Yanagihara Nao, Watanabe Toru was unable to remember her smell.

Today's time alone gave him the opportunity...

Watanabe Toru also remembered the evaluation of men and women by the big-faced Jia Baoyu in "Dream of Red Mansions" - "Women are made of flesh and blood of water, fresh and clean; men are made of flesh and blood of mud, dirty and smelly."

There is one point that Toru Watanabe also agreed with, or rather, he borrowed from the other party's point of view and supplemented it.

Look, even if she is as vicious and cruel as Hitomi Matsumoto, her skin and flesh are both fragrant, tender and soft. Even if Toru Watanabe hates her in his heart, as long as she deliberately frowns and smiles, twists her waist and moves her legs, she can easily arouse his primitive impulses and desires.

Every detail of today reappeared in Watanabe Tetsuya's mind. Every word and every subtle expression of Matsumoto Hitomi was so gentle, lovely, virtuous and generous. Although not completely different from her past, the contrast was too great.

Cold and aloof, yet scheming, vicious and venomous like a poisonous snake in the dark, bright and dignified, yet gentle and virtuous...

These are probably masks that Jing Xin carefully put on her face. Watanabe Toru can't tell the real from the fake, and can't tell which one is the real Hitomi Matsumoto.

However, as the situation has developed to this point, it no longer matters what the specific and true personality of Matsumoto Hitomi is, who did those things, and Watanabe Toru will not care what mask she wears.

The dead cannot wear a mask; only the dead can have their character and appearance become eternal after death.

No matter what, Matsumoto Hitomi is bound to die, and this afternoon, he will end it with his own hands!

"It's time to eat ramen~ Honey, there's no need to wait for me!" Kneeling down in front of Watanabe Tetsuya, Watanabe Hitomi tied her long hair up and put it in front of her shoulders to make a dangerous wife hairstyle, then put her hands together and urged the man to recite together:

"I'm gonna start now!"

Watanabe Hitomi took a sip of ramen like a lady, then opened the beer can, clinked glasses with Watanabe Tetsuya, and took a sip. The refreshing feeling made her utter a sound that only Watanabe Tetsuya had heard.

"Sure enough, drinking a sip of cold beer on a rainy day in summer is the most refreshing thing. So cool!" Soon, Hitomi Watanabe took off the lady's mask and threw it behind her.

After taking a bite of ramen, Toru Watanabe was filled with an unprecedented taste bud enjoyment from the ramen wrapped in soup and seasoning. He couldn't help but recall the feeling of eating his first bowl of tonkotsu ramen in his life.

He was very shocked by Matsumoto Hitomi's ramen skills. She could definitely open a shop with this skill...

With Matsumoto Hitomi's pretty face and figure, it is not an exaggeration for her to be dubbed the "Ramen Immortal" by the people of the island.

Suppressing his surprise, Watanabe also took a sip of ice beer before saying, "I didn't expect you to like this song so much. Do you play it on repeat every day?"

Watanabe Hitomi didn’t expect the man to ask this, and explained happily and relievedly: “How is it possible!

“Although I don’t like listening to songs and only like this song “Cry For Me”, I’m not obsessed with it to this extent.

“It’s just that my dear is here today, so I’ve been playing this song on repeat.

"If we talk about obsession, Tetsuya-kun is the one I have been persisting with all these years without letting up for even a single night..."

"... these years?"

"You don't seem to know, Tetsuya-kun, but I've already noticed you since college."

Watanabe frowned and ate the ramen in the bowl: "It seems that you have been planning this for a long time..."

Watanabe Hitomi did not reply. She lightly tied her hair and thought of the words she had not heard clearly in the kitchen before. Out of curiosity, she asked about her one-day boyfriend.

"Hmm... In short, what was Mr. Matsumoto's first impression of me?"

The woman was dissatisfied and said, "We are lovers today. Tetsuya-kun should call me Hitomi or Hitomi-chan!"

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it. I didn't say it in the kitchen before." Watanabe took a step back and finished the last bite of his ramen.

Watanabe Hitomi felt frustrated that she didn't receive his praise until the end. But now she had something more important to explain. She explained all of Watanabe Tetsuya's tactics of retreating by advancing:

"It was because the noise in the kitchen was too loud, I didn't hear it clearly, okay~

"If I were to say my first impression of Tetsuya-kun... it's obvious, right? It's nothing more than that he's so handsome, a beautiful man! I want to sleep with Tetsuya-kun or be pressed on the bed by Tetsuya-kun... and other things that can and cannot be said.

"I think your ears must be calloused from hearing this, dear."

These words were indeed a bit too rough, but Watanabe Toru nodded without commenting.

Beneath the melodious and mournful tune lies the helpless self-pity in despair. The female singer's voice adds a bit of sadness to the not-so-spacious women's bedroom, and is an excellent harmonic accompaniment to the conversation between Watanabe Tetsuya and Matsumoto Hitomi.

"Let me say something different! Perhaps... it's a first impression that only I can have."

"what?"

"It was early spring when Tetsuya-kun first came to the office. The sun was shining brightly. You were wearing simple suit pants and a white shirt, standing there against the light, greeting us all without being humble or overbearing. The smile on your face was cold and distant, making people look up to you, especially women, who wanted to get close to you but couldn't help holding their breath...

“This is also the first time I officially meet and get to know Tetsuya-kun.

"After actually meeting Tetsuya-kun, the first thing that came to my mind was...

"We are very similar, we are... the same kind of people."

Matsumoto Hitomi stopped talking at that point and didn't say anything else, leaving only the female singer on the Sony speakers singing "Cry For Me" to the climax.

Watanabe Toru smiled sincerely. He nodded after thinking about it, and agreed with the woman's opinion:

"It seems that we are indeed the same type of people. Even our first impressions of each other are similar."

This was not a compliment. Matsumoto Hitomi smiled so hard that the muscles on her face looked stiff and ugly. She sighed:

"So when I learned about Tetsuya-kun's unknown past in Kyoto, I was shocked but also understood more...

"That's right, well, that's how it should be...

"Hey~ Then Tetsuya-kun, do you want to hear about my unknown past?"

"...Say it."

Hitomi Matsumoto took not two cans of beer, but four, enough to hear her finish...

There must be something hateful about a pitiful person, and the same is true vice versa.

Watanabe Toru also understood the whole story of how "Hitomi Matsumoto" became what she is now. If he were to think about it, he didn't think he could do better than her, nor could he find a better way to solve the problem and escape from hell.

But even though he knew it clearly, Toru Watanabe did not understand or approve of Matsumoto Hitomi's approach.

People like Saotome, Tsukimiri, Kujo Sakura and Hidaka Mari are separated from others by the amniotic fluid, a watershed that can never be crossed. They treat ordinary people like animals and running dogs and beat and kill them at will. It can only be said that they are rotten from the root and are hopeless.

Matsumoto Hitomi was once an ordinary person at the bottom of society who suffered from bullying. It would have been fine if she didn't stand up to resist, and no one would have blamed her for silently lowering her head and being a good person, but what about aiding and abetting the evil?

What does it mean to raise a knife against the innocent Momozawa Mitsu'e?!

Will the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon?

But she hasn’t slain the dragon yet!

From this we can see that Matsumoto Hitomi's nature is the same as Tsukimiri, Mizunotsuki and Hidaka Mari, a hopeless bastard!

All her gentleness, virtue, dignity and grace, everything she showed today, was deliberately done for Watanabe Tetsuya to see, just to please him and to restore some impression in his mind.

Fake, all fake!

It's not the real thing, but the most ugly hypocrisy and disguise!

She even used this disguise more than once to deceive one person after another, and even put the butcher knife on the neck of an innocent person, just to achieve her goal and satisfy her inner desires!

Mizue Momozawa is a vivid example! And Mizue Momozawa will not be the first, nor the last!

It is even possible that Matsumoto Hitomi's next target will be Shimizu Noriko, the person whom Watanabe Tetsuya currently cherishes the most!

When Watanabe thought that Noriko might fall at the hands of Matsumoto Hitomi one day in the future, his eyes widened and he was about to burst into anger.

Based on this point alone, whether Watanabe Toru commits suicide or not, he will end Matsumoto Hitomi's life!

The murderous intent filled the man's chest uncontrollably. Watanabe Toru lowered his eyes and controlled his breathing rhythm to prevent it from having obvious ups and downs. He also did not let the murderous intent wander through his limbs and bones, in order to prevent any unintentional behavior or expression from alerting Matsumoto Hitomi and being noticed.

After drinking the last few sips of beer silently, Watanabe Toru threw it into the trash can, calmed his emotions through deliberate logical actions, then raised his head and whispered:

"No wonder the first time I saw Mr. Matsumoto last year, I felt so familiar. Through our calm and indifferent appearance, there is an abyss that is unforgettable at a glance. Our unknown past is buried in it."