On the hospital bed, Sogo Doma held the signed note, feeling strangely lost. Was trading three days in bed for a contract worth it?
Don't ask why it was three days in bed. Sogo Doma was ridiculously familiar with this sort of thing—familiar enough to say he'd lie there for a month, without actually lying there for twenty days.
Mm. With a gloomy expression, he tucked the contract into his chest.
Sogo Doma felt immensely satisfied again. It didn't show on his face, but he really was satisfied!
After all.
In this world, only money and beautiful women... Pah, pah, what was he saying? In this world, only career and love must not be forsaken. Sogo Doma was a cultured man, and he was steadily making his way toward culture.
Money was far too vulgar!
A little later, Sogo Doma smiled as he looked at Umaru, who radiated the aura of a filthy rich tycoon.
"Onii-chan!" Umaru puffed out her cheeks when she noticed.
Sogo Doma surrendered. "Got it, got it. You want cola, right?"
"And shredded squid, octopus legs, potato chips..." Hamster Umaru carefully counted them out. After calculating how much they would cost, she nodded in satisfaction. "Onii-chan, Umaru wants to eat these."
"Idiot!" Sogo Doma did the calculations too, then chuckled.
"Hm?" Umaru turned around as if she had heard something. "Did Onii-chan say something?"
"Ah! I probably said Umaru is so cute!" Sogo Doma raised a hand.
Umaru: "I don't believe you!"
"Then I probably said Umaru is an idiot, hahaha..." Sogo Doma burst into laughter.
"Onii-chan!" Umaru was furious. She really wanted to punch her own brother.
Looking at the bills Umaru handed over, then recalling how extravagantly he had spent in the past, Sogo Doma smiled from the bottom of his heart