In Tokyo, collecting rent starts with my wife

All the white-collar workers who were still at work along the way bowed to Otome Yumeko, looking nervous and awkward, as if they were afraid that they would be fired if they were a step slow.

There is no way around it. This is the employment pressure in the island country. Especially when working in a nationally famous company like the Otome Group, it is even more inward-looking!

You don't want to do it? There are plenty of people who do.

If you don't work hard today, you can pack up and leave tomorrow...

When they arrived at the parking lot, the driver had been waiting there for a long time. Yumeko Otome couldn't even wait for the secretary to open the car door for her, so she opened the back door herself and sat in.

"Haruhi, wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Thinking that this would be her first time living together with Kasuga Youran, the young lady seemed extremely excited!

"Miss, Miss, you haven't had dinner yet. Do you want to go eat something first? You just had one meal today. If the lady knew, she might scold you again."

At this time, the personal secretary also sat up, looked at her happy young lady, and said with some concern.

"No need, just go to the villa, I want to find Haruhi."

Otome Yumeko waved her hand nonchalantly. As long as she could see Haruhi, what did it matter if she missed dinner?

"Oh well."

The black sedan drove out of the building and quickly disappeared into the night.

.............

Inside the villa.

The coolly dressed little man who was originally in the room and working passionately on his work suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The little guy rubbed his sore wrist, raised his little head, blinked his big eyes, and shouted towards the door with some curiosity: "Who is it? What's the matter? The room is not locked, just come in! !"

As soon as he finished speaking, he patted his head. He had forgotten that the room was well soundproofed. There had been countless nights when Haruhi Youran pressed him down on the bed and beat him, and he screamed so hard that no one outside could hear him, let alone now.

"Meow?"

The barbecue lying on the desk raised his chubby face, and his dark, beady eyes were filled with an expression that showed that I had seen through everything.

"Hey, BBQ, what are you looking at me with?!"

In response to the fat cat's contempt, Misaki Saki pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, but she still jumped down from the wooden chair and ran to the door.