He should be holding the bait of a dead man. As Daehoon, who had been busy and momentarily forgot about his daughter, thought about her, the heavy air hung around him.
“I heard you’re not feeling well. What brings you here?”
Taesuh, holding the business phone, climbed the stairs to the second floor. On the first floor of the Jungryundong house used as an office, Director Jang, who received chopsticks from Jang, gestured for Jaeeun to eat first, and then quietly headed to where Ted stayed.
He had no intention of talking to Jo Daehoon. However, a little while ago, when they were all gathered to have lunch together,
A secretary, who continued to commute to Kangsun Construction’s main office, contacted Director Jang. After confirming the situation, Director Jang, who would have thrown it away from his perspective, urgently whispered to Taesuh.
“I think you should talk. Well…”
“Speak.”
Ted, smiling with Amber, opened the sushi takeout while glancing at Director Jang, who hesitated, and pulled out his phone. Quickly checking the message window, Taesuh, who tilted one corner of his mouth, signaled subtly.
seems to be here, according to Chairman Jo Daehoon’s confirmation. He contacted to ensure there is no discomfort for the daughter and expressed his concerns as a father, waiting for a call.
The business phone screen that Director Jang handed over already displayed Jo Daehoon’s personal phone number.
Taesuh, pretending to make a business call as usual, moved his feet out of Jaeeun’s sight. There was nothing to hide from Jaeeun, but he didn’t want to bother her.
―You seem to be taking care of my daughter, whom I can’t watch over. It wouldn’t be inappropriate for a father to greet you.
A shameless attitude made him laugh involuntarily. Although there were many places he wanted to refute with a short remark, Taesuh pressed his eyebrows with his fingertips, suppressing the rising anger.
“I don’t intend to do things with the thought of greeting the chairman.”
There was no intention to make excuses in a situation where it was clear that he already knew and called. Taesuh headed to the terrace, the only place in Ted’s messy living space that remained unchanged.
After closing the window to block the sound from leaking out, he stretched his shoulders. The chilly weather didn’t bother him, as the fire inside was burning.
―Where else can that be possible? You’re in debt. You have no face.
Taesuh barely restrained himself from immediately letting out curses at Daehoon’s irritating way of speaking. He bit his lips tightly, choosing not to retort.
―What can you do? The situation is like this. But you can’t be in debt forever. I’ll send someone, so send that kid back.
“…To say that I’ll send her back, it’s not her place to return to.”
―The child who longed for her father and came to Korea. She came alone after her mother died, so even if it’s late, she should play the role of a father.
“Father, she says you don’t exist.”
―…….
“She said there’s no such thing.”
―You.
“I don’t care what you think is wrong. Just take good care of the chairman’s only daughter. There are ongoing articles.”
In the midst of the continuous exposure of chaebol’s tyranny, Joyuri was there.
The media had already revealed how many hours she had been in the company for the past few years, how much she had received as a salary, maintaining her position only in name. People jokingly said, “Isn’t she going to the company just to eat?”
Taesuh mocked that.
Whether he was holding back his anger or not, the breathing sound beyond the phone was rough. Taesuh carefully chose not to respond, knowing that Daehoon, who had found out that Jaeeun was with him, might demand something. It was an action taken because he knew that his silence now would only provoke Daehoon’s anger.
―She must have been lonely after her mother died. Since a good marriage has appeared, you should make it happen.
“What qualifications do you have to say that? Even if it’s once a sponsor, you are now known to be extremely busy.”
―As a father, right? Leaving aside business, you’re trying to prioritize your daughter. I admit my mistakes and plan to reveal the truth about her.
“…….”
―Should I abandon heavenly principles? Whether it’s that child or me, we are ultimately bound by heavenly principles.
At the added remark, Taesuh’s jaw twitched. An incredulous laugh accompanied the sigh that escaped him. In his eyes, there was a hint of bloodshot as he suppressed the uttered curse.
Beneath a deep navy pullover knit, robust chest muscles rose prominently. Taesuh instinctively clenched his fist, then absentmindedly stuffed it into his pocket. Breathing deeply and heavily, he stared at the distant ashen clouds.
Jo Daehoon, asking if he should abandon heavenly principles, was saying that not only he but also Yoon Jaein couldn’t do such a thing.
Declaring her as his daughter to the world didn’t mean he was ready to withstand people’s criticism. It meant he intended to use Yoon Jaein for business.
The disgusting idea made nausea rise. Taesuh’s face, anticipating how bitter Jaeeun would feel if she found out about this situation, was filled with anger.
―It’s good that a young man has appeared who claims to cherish her. Something like he won’t hold it against her for being with another man before marriage. He still has deep feelings for her, in my opinion, whether it’s eight years ago or now, it seems unchanged. He says he’ll give up everything he has.
Taesuh’s eyes, realizing who Daehoon was talking about, turned red-hot. The old snake’s nonsense grated on his nerves. A foul smell seemed to waft over from the other side of the phone.
―Or perhaps, how about it this time? Will you become my son-in-law?
At Daehoon’s proposal tinged with laughter, Taesuh reached out. The veins on the back of his hand, gripping the wooden railing instead of the neck, bulged slightly.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
