I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

Feng Zejian was dumbfounded.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

The woman said matter-of-factly, "You just gave me something so important, and you even saved me. Of course I have to repay you. It's not enough to do it once, but it's fine if you do it a few more times."

Feng Zejian rubbed his eyes helplessly.

"I was just kidding. Besides, I don't have the energy to lay a hand on you right now. If you were to do it yourself, it would probably be a problem."

The woman blushed slightly. "That's true."

"I'll rest here for a while, you don't mind, do you?"

The woman shook her head, looking at Feng Zejian with a hint of curiosity.

"How old are you."

"eighteen."

Upon hearing "eighteen," the woman bit her finger, her white teeth gleaming.

When he held her just now, she could feel the muscles in his arms very clearly. After catching her from the fall, he carried her all the way to the bed. His stamina was definitely not to be underestimated.

Most importantly, this person is so handsome.

Feng Zejian looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"You didn't ask my name, but you asked my age. Does that mean I can suspect you have some improper thoughts about me?"

The woman blushed slightly after her thoughts were exposed.

"I'm not that kind of person."

Feng Zejian chuckled softly.

"Haha, really? Let's not dwell on that. My name is Feng Zejian. What's your name, sister?"

"My wife Zumi."

Feng Zejian closed his eyes and slowly said, "If you fall and die, given your red-to-the-top attire, you should become a vengeful ghost after you die."

My wife smiled bitterly.

"I only remember drinking some alcohol, and then I don't know anything about what happened. When I was sober, I was already on the rooftop."

Kaze asked, "Did you drink because you were in a bad mood?"

My wife Tsumi nodded.

Dressed in red, drinking, and feeling depressed, this gave the undead an opportunity.

But this also shows that the ghost was just a minor character; it could only guide Tsumabumi step by step to commit suicide, and that she would use jumping off a building instead of taking a knife to her own heart.

"You're quite accepting of ghosts and monsters."

“When my husband was alive, he was very interested in things like feng shui and prolonging life.”

Kazema looked up at Agasa Tsumi.

How old is your husband?

“He died at the age of eighty-seven, five years ago.”

"How old are you."

Today is exactly thirty.

Feng Zejian's mind raced, and he gave a thumbs up.

"Congratulations, you've achieved financial freedom at the age of 25."

Tsumi Gasai couldn't help but laugh. "You can just say I'm a gold digger."

"These are all choices made by both parties. They should have anticipated the consequences of their actions when they chose to accept it. If they are criticized simply because of their age, then they are not suitable to be a gold digger. Moreover, being a gold digger is a skill."

"In today's society, who doesn't dream of getting rich overnight? Women fantasize about being pursued by domineering CEOs, and men fantasize about being kept and pampered by glamorous and sexy rich women. A person who is truly living in happiness will not point fingers; it's all just jealousy."

Chapter Seventy-Three: The Language of Steel Wool

Hearing Fuzawa's words, Tsumi Gasai felt much more at ease.

Feng Zejian asked with some curiosity:

"You should inherit a lot of your husband's estate."

Tsumi Gasai nodded: "Ninety percent, which is a lot of money, more than I could ever spend in my lifetime."

Feng Zejian was somewhat confused.

"Then what's there to be upset about?"

Tsumi Itagaki smiled bitterly. "My husband's children can't stand that I get most of the property, but my husband had already consulted a lawyer to draft a will before he died, so unless I agree, they can't get 90%. So for the past five years, they have been harassing me from time to time, which has been very annoying."

“I was after my husband’s money, and he knew that. He was very good to me, and I was there for him during his last few years. I developed some feelings for him. If it weren’t for the fact that my husband’s relationship with his children wasn’t good, I wouldn’t have gotten the inheritance. Or rather, it was his children who were not close to him. Even so, I didn’t want to strain my relationship with his children.”

Feng Zejian pondered for a moment.

"I have some suggestions, would you like to hear them?"

Tsumi Gasai blinked her beautiful eyes, her wine-red wavy hair swaying slightly. "Tell me about it."

“You could threaten them first, like, ‘If you harass me again, I’ll donate all my money to charity.’ What do you think their reaction would be if you said that?”

My wife, Jinmei, raised her eyebrows slightly.

"and then."

"Then it's simple. Since your husband is so rich, his children probably have their own businesses. You can choose to invest in their businesses, or give them money in the name of investment. As long as your money is invested in their businesses, it's a partnership. Both sides will benefit from the profits. You can increase your investment to ease the relationship between the two sides."

"If you lose money, it's the other party's problem. You can stop investing or even threaten to withdraw your investment and pay compensation. That way, you won't be in such a passive position. You also don't need to have decision-making power; having decision-making power would only make people feel that you have ulterior motives."

“You have become a community of shared interests, so if the other party does that again, it will be illegitimate. This also sends a signal to the other party that we are family.”

Feng Zejian added, "I've never done business before, but I know this place is very complicated. Before doing something like this, it's best to find a few lawyers and financial investment advisors."

Gasai Tsumi blinked her beautiful eyes, memorizing every word Kazesawa had said.

"Of course, don't assume the other party is too kind. Be prepared. My personal suggestion is to make a will. If you die under certain circumstances, such as unnatural death, premature death, or death in general, donate your estate to a charity. Don't specify which charity. If the lawyer doesn't have professional ethics and leaks the information, those charities might come after you, which is very dangerous."

"At the very least, your husband's children won't want you to die."

After hearing what Fuzawa said, Gasai Tsumi suddenly understood. "You'd better have someone take a look at this place; it might be related to what happened today."

Gasai Tsumi nodded obediently.

"Well, I will."

She also developed a strong interest in this young man.

Then he tempted her:

"Little brother, would you like to try what it's like to be kept?"

Feng Zejian forced a smile.

"The flower language of steel wool is wealth and forbearance. I've seen the world of rich women before, and some of their games are a bit perverted. I can't stand it."

Tsumi Gasai blushed.

“I won’t do that. My husband and children are keeping a close eye on me. I haven’t had sex in the last few years. I can only relieve my loneliness with some toys.”

Feng Zejian smiled.

"You should have said so earlier. I'm a kind and helpful person, but being kept by someone else is out of the question. To be honest, I was already financially independent when I was seventeen. Steel wool isn't for me, and I don't really like being passive."

As he spoke, Feng Zejian sat up.

"I've rested enough, I should go now."

My wife, Tsumi, looked very disappointed.

"Are you leaving already? My legs hurt so much, I probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

As she spoke, she revealed her thighs, clad in red stockings, beneath her evening gown.

Feng Zejian smiled slightly.

"Simple."

Kazema came to Tsumi Agasa's side, gently brushed his hand over her fair and slender thighs, and then removed her red stockings.

Kazema began massaging my wife, Tsumi.

Perhaps due to the pain, Tsumi Wagatsuma's body trembled violently.

Feng Zejian reminded him, "Lying down will make you feel better."

Gasai Tsumi obediently lay down.

That tingling sensation, that refreshing feeling of having my blockage cleared, made Tsuma Miko involuntarily grip the sheets tightly with her hands.

From the groin, thigh, to the knee, then to the calf, ankle, instep, toes, sole, and heel.

That feeling is one I'll never forget.

She'd had massages before, but she'd never experienced anything like this before.

She couldn't even imagine how wonderful it would be if Feng Zejian gave her a full-body massage.

Feng Zejian sighed inwardly, thinking that it had been years since she had been with a man, and she was still a widow and a married woman.

Before I even exerted any effort, I started sweating all over, and this woman really liked red.

The underwear is all red.

After finishing the left leg, start with the right leg.

Tsumi Gasai gradually got used to the rhythm of Kazesawa.

My tense nerves began to relax, and fatigue and drowsiness began to wash over me.

Slowly, Tsumi Gasai began to drift off to sleep.

Tsumi was fast asleep, and Kazema helped her take off her clothes and cover her with a blanket.

Tsumi Gasai's dominance is undeniable; even many celebrities can't compare to her. Her combination of being a married woman and a young girl makes her virtually unbeatable in this field.

If Feng Zejian had enough stamina, he really wouldn't mind if a story happened.

He was too tired today. Feng Zejian scanned the room with his Eye of Truth. There was nothing unclean in the room. He put the amulet around Tsuma's neck, overlapping it with the ruby.

Kazesawa also bid farewell to Gasai Tsumi.

We didn't leave any contact information; it was all a wonderful coincidence.

Coming down from the apartment building, the strange old lady was long gone.

Feng Zejian walked out of the residential area, took a taxi back to Qingshui Jiayuan, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.

This short day was truly fulfilling. First, I had to judge the principal's ex-boyfriend, then I visited the Ghostly Affairs Club and obtained a temporary contract with the Snow Woman, and then I saved a young woman who had fallen from a building.

He felt that there were too many things going on lately.

As Feng Zejian was pondering his next move, his phone rang.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"Filming starts tomorrow. Does the male lead have time to come and take a look?"

Feng Zejian smiled.

"Since I'm playing the male lead, it wouldn't be right for me not to come. What time?"

"Ten o'clock, I'll send you the address later."

"it is good."

Their conversation was remarkably brief.

Chapter 74 The Script of the First Film

The next day, Feng Zejian arrived at the agreed location an hour early.

There were about twenty people; that's about it for a low-budget film.