“It’s the officials executing their duty. Delaying this will only put me at a disadvantage.”
Lajin’s words trembled with uncertainty. Finally sensing the gravity of the situation, the bodyguards reluctantly stepped aside.
Prosecutor Kang Jiho, still expressionless, gestured, and officials stood beside Lajin.
“We’ll accompany you.”
His signal set everyone in motion, guarding Lajin on both sides.
Two months ago.
A famous hotel overlooking Namsan.
Stepping out of a large van, Lajin gazed at the cherry blossoms adorning the violet sky. The air on this spring evening was fragrant, almost sweet.
“Ah, it’s nice.”
It was a planned interview with a daily newspaper.
Given its reputation, even a non-rookie like Lajin felt excited. Her stepbrother, also the head of her agency, took the lead in preparing everything for her, from her outfit to the interview.
With a pleasantly warm spring breeze and anticipation for the interview, plus her fluttering heart, Lajin’s steps felt as light as air.
“Miss Actor, this way, please.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
Following her manager, Lajin’s apricot chiffon dress fluttered with each step.
As she stepped through the heavy revolving doors into the hotel lobby, a group of burly men approached her.
“Good day, Miss Actor.”
“…….”
“We are from Myungjin Group’s security team.”
Hearing the mention of Myungjin, Lajin turned her head sharply. Her manager, just steps ahead, had already retreated further back.
“I came here for an interview with the newspaper.”
Lajin looked at her manager for confirmation of the scheduled interview, but his eyes quickly darted away. This was no way to treat someone, and she wondered what this was all about.
“Ah.”
Now she realized. The dress that seemed too extravagant for an interview was actually meant for meeting Kim Yoojoon. The realization that she had been fooled made her let out a hot sigh.
“The executive director is waiting for you.”
“Is the interview a sham?”
“You will be briefed about that separately.”
As if not to waste any more time, the bodyguards encircled Lajin.
“From here until you return home, our security team will take care of you.”
With the security head’s words, the manager turned away without hesitation.
As the manager distanced himself, Lajin felt a surge of anger and wanted to hurl insults at his retreating figure.
But what’s the use of all that? The agency’s CEO, the manager, even the bodyguards, they all belonged to Kim Yoojoon. Getting angry was pointless.
Moreover, if she didn’t follow the bodyguards now, someone else would bear the consequences. A small spark could cause trouble, or someone might lose their job.
The lessons learned from multiple experiences.
Not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of Myungjin’s employees anymore, Lajin slowly turned around. Her movement caused the formation to loosen slightly.
“We will escort you, Miss Actor.”
“An actor? That woman who passed by earlier with those dark-suited men in a commotion?”
In Hanabi, a hotel Japanese restaurant with a subtle wooden aroma.
Prosecutor Kang Jiho sat alongside his junior, Prosecutor Yeo Hojin.
“Top star Park Lajin. Oh, she won the acting award last year, right? And she’s in lots of commercials.”
The woman with dazzling and harmonious features was unmistakable. Jiho had seen her face on the hotel’s luxury brand billboards.
“The Deputy Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office isn’t just treating us to dinner. We even got to meet a top star.”
Ho-jin’s excitement made Jiho simply respond, “Maybe.”
Seeing a stunningly beautiful top star was one thing, but having the Deputy Chief Prosecutor personally invite him for a meal might not be a good sign.
“Oops, I took too long on the phone.”
The Deputy Chief Prosecutor, who had stepped out for a call, re-entered.
“Stay seated, no need to get up.”
A lavish spread filled with the finest delicacies.
As the Deputy Chief Prosecutor poured drinks, the gold flakes on the sashimi shimmered.
“To Prosecutor Kang Jiho! Congratulations on being selected as an outstanding prosecutor for three years in a row. Cheers!”
Jiho sipped the warm and spicy traditional liquor, silently chewing the sashimi. Instead of savoring the taste, he pondered over every word the Deputy Chief Prosecutor had said.
Even amidst Hojin’s jokes, Jiho maintained his vigilance. He was curious about the reason behind this celebratory pretext.
“So, Prosecutor Kang.”
“Yes, please speak.”
“That thing I mentioned before. Make sure to prepare yourself.”
It wasn’t just about physical training. Jiho quickly recalled recent news headlines. Surely it wasn’t about that issue? Although he had a troubling case in mind, he waited to hear more.
“This special investigation you’re in.”
‘There it is…’
Jiho’s suspicions were confirmed.
“It’s been 20 days, but there’s still no progress, no progress at all.”
Jiho chose silence over a reply, suspecting this might be a push for a performative investigation.
“As you know, the funds caught in this fraudulent scheme total 1.5 trillion won. We need to prosecute somehow.”
Jiho again opted for silence, guessing there must be a problem if it wasn’t just for show.
“Multiple companies sold these funds, but only Myungjin Securities made a profit and quickly pulled out.”
“…….”
“If that’s the case, we need someone to thoroughly investigate Myungjin.”
The Deputy Chief Prosecutor looked directly at Jiho as he detailed the situation of the special investigation.
“You have experience investigating Kim Kitaek, the chairman of Myungjin Group, right? It was during your first year, I believe?”
“Yes, Deputy Chief.”
“And you contributed to his eventual detention.”
Everything was true, but Jiho remembered how much he had struggled against Myungjin back then.
They not only obstructed searches but also extracted investigation information using unknown sources. They even followed him like a shadow during his commutes.
Years later, just seeing the Myungjin logo still made his teeth grind. The idea of going through that ordeal again left him staring incredulously at his superior.
“If Prosecutor Kang agrees to take it on, I’ll support whatever he needs.”
The Deputy Chief Prosecutor’s persuasion continued, suggesting a sweet future guaranteed if Jiho took on this case. A free pass to a coveted position? He wasn’t interested in that. What caught his attention was the mention of ‘support.’ Jiho fell into a moment of contemplation.
“Deputy Chief.”
“Ah yes, let’s be open and comfortable with each other.”
In that instant, Jiho’s eyes shone darkly.
“Give me full authority to properly investigate Kim Yoojoon, the Executive Director of Myungjin Group.”
“?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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