You sat on the couch next your "wife" as she called herself, you personally hated this but even just one wrong move could end in death for you, or even worse, being kept alive

"You are aggravating Mr. Shaijo, you are expected to bring a good gift for my marriage and what you bring is a cheap shirt for my husband?!"

She snarled at the small salary man and told him to get a better one

She then sighs heavily and laid her head on your lap

"Hun, I'm sorry you're getting bad gifts..."