Sisters Settle Accounts Clearly

Chapter 91 Sisters Settle Accounts Clearly

Sana Minatozaki leaned against the hospital bed, looking up at the wall-mounted television.

She's lost a little weight during her hospital stay, but her spirits are much better than the night she was admitted. Perhaps it's just that she's in high spirits because of some good news? Or maybe the savory porridge at the shop near the hospital is delicious and good for her stomach.

In short, Sana Minatozaki ate it for two days in a row.

How can someone not lose weight if they only eat porridge? But Sana Minatozaki just loves to eat it, or maybe she's searching for that unique sweetness from that night?

The television screen showed a live broadcast from the press conference room.

The camera panned across the stage, where Jung Do-hoon sat in the center, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, a suit, and a shirt.

The tie, meticulously chosen.

This scene is practically identical to one in a Korean drama.

Does anyone really care about the "Regulations on the Safety Management of Overseas Cultural Activities"?

At least in the eyes of this only spectator in the ward, she just wanted to see Jung Do-hoon.

At the press conference, Jeong Do-hoon began to review the recent incident of being stranded in Indonesia.

"This incident exposed several weaknesses in the safety management of overseas cultural activities, and also caused considerable economic losses to various agencies due to breach of contract. It also affected the further global reach of the K-pop industry."

Sana Minatozaki rested her chin on her hand, her lips slightly pouting. If she really did end up with Jung Do-hoon in the future, would the two of them appear together on television?

They're clearly a couple, but they pretend not to know each other. It's unlikely that outsiders would ever guess they're a couple.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

The ward door was pushed open, and Mina walked in carrying the salted porridge that Sana had specifically requested, placing it on the bedside table: "Miss, here's the salted porridge you specifically asked for."

"No matter how I eat it, it doesn't taste as good as before."

Sana Minatozaki had just taken a small sip when Mina MAI teased her, "Do you want me to feed you? Never mind, the porridge I feed you definitely won't taste as good as the one he feeds you himself."

"Mina! Stop joking with me. I just thought it was amazing the first time I tried it."

"Oh." Mina opened the ginger ale and took a small sip.

On the television screen, Chung Do-hoon's speech had entered its second half, the Q&A session. A female reporter wearing glasses stood up: "Secretary Chung, some people are worried that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' move might affect K-pop's continued expansion overseas. How do you respond?"

Zheng Daoxun tilted his head slightly and moved the microphone closer.

"Steady progress is never about standing still. The introduction of the Regulations is to provide more standardized security for overseas cultural activities, not to impose restrictions."

In addition, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is working closely with the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism and other departments to further promote the globalization of K-pop—especially in emerging areas such as the Spanish-speaking market, where we have already initiated relevant feasibility studies.

We welcome public oversight of our work, and we also welcome feedback from citizens and industry professionals through official channels. Your suggestions are the greatest help to our work.

Sana Minatosaki gave a soft hum and muttered vaguely, "Speaking official jargon again," but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

The serious and solemn Daoxun scribe on the TV was feeding her porridge spoonful by spoonful just two nights ago.

Their relationship has now become much more normal.

Sana Minatozaki texted him, telling him what was happening at the hospital. Although Jung Do-hoon might not be able to reply immediately, he would still respond seriously.

Perhaps Mina is right. Sana Minato shouldn't be so fixated on what she did in her dream; instead, she should return to reality and let her relationship with Jung Do-hoon develop gradually.

Just thinking about the fleeting ending in her dream makes Sana Minatozaki's heart sink for a moment.

But soon that heart will float away again. Isn't the meaning of a precognitive dream to help people avoid that bad ending?

Perhaps in her later precognitive dreams, she found the crux of their breakup?

Every obstacle is difficult, but you'll overcome them.

The live broadcast ended, and the television switched to the next news story.

Sana Minatozaki finally looked up from the TV: "By the way, did you settle my hospital bills? I was about to pay, but the nurse said it had already been settled."

Mina nodded slightly, but Sana reached out for the bill: "The bill still needs to be settled. How can I let you pay for this? You've been by my side taking care of me these past two days."

"It's just a little money —"

Because of Minatozaki Sana's insistence, Mina had no choice but to take out the bill from her bag and hand it over. Just as she was about to say something, her phone vibrated.

Sana Minatozaki had already opened the transfer page, entered the amount, and confirmed with her fingerprint—all in one smooth motion.

800,000 Korean won has been received.

When the notification of the funds arriving popped up, Mina opened her mouth, but swallowed the rest of her sentence.

What she actually meant was that because of the discount for civil servants under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she only paid less than 600,000, with a difference of 200,000.

Two hundred thousand won is nothing to either of them.

Normally, Mina would probably just return the money.

But after thinking about it, she didn't do it.

She exited the chat interface with Sana Minatozaki and opened another dialog box.

[Mai Mina: Dohoon, Sana transferred the hospital fees to me as a full payment. But I only actually paid 600,000 won, so I'm transferring the difference of 200,000 won to you.]

The transfer has been sent.

About two minutes later, Zheng Daoxun replied to the message.

[Jung Do-hoon: No need, it's a medical allowance, it can't be converted into cash.]

The transfer was returned.

Minami looked at the message, not surprised.

Medical allowances are a benefit for civil servants and are used to offset medical expenses.

If Jeong Do-hoon accepted the price difference, it would be equivalent to cashing out the allowance that could not be withdrawn.

Given their relationship, who would know if Mina didn't say anything?

Perhaps Jung Do-hoon was being too cautious, or perhaps Mina overestimated the relationship between the two.

[Mai Mina: Okay, then I'll accept the money. But it's not really mine, so how about I treat you to dinner another day? Consider it Sana's treat.]

Using Sana Minatozaki's money to treat Jung Do-hoon to a meal on her behalf?

That's a bit convoluted.

Jung Do-hoon smiled helplessly at Mina's suggestion; after all, it was just a suggestion, and he might not actually go.

This is acceptable.

Minami's lips curled slightly upwards, her fingertips paused briefly on the screen, then she typed rapidly:

[Mina: So, when are you planning to reschedule that meal you didn't finish? One thing at a time, they can't be canceled out. I'm going to be busy next week~]

After sending the message, she flipped her phone screen over, placed it on her lap, and picked up the bottle of ginger ale she hadn't finished.

She glanced at Sana Minatozaki discreetly, thinking that it was just a meal with Jung Do-hoon, and they were still within the scope of friends.

Just because Sana Minatozaki has feelings for Jung Do-hoon doesn't mean I should avoid her altogether.

She didn't do anything wrong to anyone.

If Sana Minatozaki minds, she can transfer the 200,000 yen back.

Anyway, the second meal with Zheng Daoxun couldn't be canceled, as the time limit for retracting the message had already passed.

"Who were you texting just now?" Sana Minatozaki leaned over.

"Manager." Mina took a sip of her soda, her tone cool and indifferent, her expression unchanged.

Sana Minatozaki said "Oh," leaned back against the headboard, and looked out at the sky.

After a moment of silence in the ward, Sana Minatozaki suddenly spoke: "Mina."

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"Um?"

"Do you think I should treat him to a meal after I'm discharged from the hospital? After all, he's the one who brought me to the hospital."

Mina rubbed her fingertips against the soda bottle cap, encouragingly saying, "Of course, you can treat me if you want. Why are you asking me?"

Sana Minatozaki nodded and pulled the blanket up a little higher: "It's nothing. I just think you're right. I shouldn't be trapped by precognitive dreams. I should start by being friends."

"Just friends?" Mina raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You have to eat one bite at a time."

"What if things don't turn out the way you expect, and you two end up just being friends?"

Unlike Minatozaki Sana, Mina didn't insist on developing a romantic relationship with Jung Do-hoon. She simply felt comfortable with Jung Do-hoon and they got along well.

To be honest, I was still a little conflicted when I secretly sent a message to Jung Do-hoon.

She had a premonition that her actions would make the relationship between the three of them even more complicated.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have lied to Sana Minatozaki.

Ultimately, Mina didn't think she had really done anything wrong. If she had avoided Jung Do-hoon because of Minatozaki Sana and watched the two of them gradually become closer, wouldn't she have left a thorn in her heart?

Anyway, I haven't done anything too outrageous, so I should just be open and honest.

Thinking of this, Mina returned the 200,000 won to Sana Minatozaki: "The bill says 800,000 won, but I only paid less than 600,000 won. You should keep this money; it's my choice to take care of you."

Sana Minatozaki responded with an "Oh," and chuckled, "Then I'll use this money to treat Jung Do-hoon to a meal."

When are you planning to invite him to dinner?

"I haven't decided yet~ I'll message him later and see what he plans to do."

"There's something I need to tell you." Mina took a deep breath: "He still hasn't finished the meal he was supposed to treat me to. I'll probably ask him out for a meal soon to settle that score."

Mina wondered how Sana Minatozaki would react.

Mind it? Be on guard?

Unexpectedly, Sana Minatozaki simply nodded slightly: "Sure, let's finish this quickly so we don't have to wait until we're done with this meal."

"Don't you mind if I'm alone with him?" Mina felt a little better.

"What's the use of minding?" Minatozaki Sana narrowed her eyes, watching Mina's brows furrow again. She chuckled, seemingly unconcerned. "Just kidding. One thing at a time. Speaking of which, I should treat you to a meal. How about Jung Do-hoon and I chip in and treat you to something nice?"

How could she not mind? Any woman with a normal IQ would be on high alert at this moment.

Mina, who rarely leaves her house during her vacations and almost never contacts others, actually took the initiative to have dinner with Jung Do-hoon.

Is this normal?

But what grounds would Sana Minatozaki use to refuse?

She warned Mina not to lay a hand on a man who had designs on her, saying it wasn't the behavior of an adult and wouldn't solve the problem.

If she really does that, what will she gain besides embarrassing Mina?

Moreover, Mina only got involved with Jung Do-hoon because of her own affairs. If it weren't for her, Mina wouldn't have thought of contacting Jung Do-hoon to have dinner together, and that meal wouldn't have been left unfinished.

Let's settle these accounts as soon as possible, lest they fester into a big problem later.

At this stage, Sana Minatozaki just needs to focus on doing her best.

The rest can wait until her relationship with Jung Do-hoon enters the next stage.

"One thing at a time. You owe me a lot, and I've been taking care of you here for two days. How can you invite me along with Zheng Daoxun?"

Sana Minatozaki, stumped by her own "let's keep things separate" approach, could only reply helplessly, "Fine, I'll treat you to a meal alone, okay?"

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