"All right. From now on, he'll treat his wife properly." Jiu Ming clapped his hands and stood up. Speaking to the air—or perhaps to Kitayama Akira—he reached out and took the doll from his hand.
Dazed, Kitayama Akira could only watch as Jiu Ming took away what he had been holding.
"Just who are you?" Yamaoka Seiji stared blankly at Jiu Ming's back. After being threatened and humiliated into signing the contract Jiu Ming had written on the spot, he had calmed down. As for how much fury still burned in his heart... well, he just couldn't let Jiu Ming see it!
"...Oh? Jiu Ming."
Jiu Ming turned back and narrowed his eyes at him. Only when Yamaoka Seiji had grown guilty to the utmost did he say lightly, "A friendly reminder: don't treat that contract like an ordinary blank sheet of paper. If you violate it, you'll pay the price."
As he spoke, Jiu Ming waved the sheet of paper in his hand.
"And as for you... a child should just live a child's everyday life. Why have you got so many thoughts in that little head? Lacking a mother's love?" As Jiu Ming left, he casually reached out and patted Kitayama Akira's head as he lay on the ground. Tch, it felt nowhere near as good as patting a girl's head.
"Taken care of."
While Mikage Yuzuki was still standing there in a daze, Jiu Ming walked over and patted her shoulder.
"...You actually used violence." Mikage Yuzuki stared at Jiu Ming blankly.
"Oh? How can you put it like that? He insulted me and tried to hit me, so of course I was allowed to hit back." Jiu Ming smiled. The paper in his hand suddenly burst into flames before Mikage Yuzuki's astonished eyes, swiftly turning into