The next day, Gitae, who sat arrogantly with crossed legs in the back seat of the sedan, had his gaze fixed on his phone the whole time.

The plan to go meet her immediately was thwarted.

Although he kept glancing at the screen, there was no sign of her reaching out first.

“Sir, we have arrived.”

Gitae put his phone inside his suit jacket upon the driver’s words and got out of the car. Right in front was the building of Beyond Wedding Convention.

Beyond Wedding Convention.

Located in the center of Seoul, this wedding hall was famous for being difficult to even make a reservation despite the willingness to pay. The spacious interior that could accommodate a large number of people and the luxurious wedding hall, exuding extravagance, had captured the eyes of those who liked to show off, earning its reputation for a long time.

The fact that many famous celebrities, entertainers, and well-known chaebols often chose this place also contributed to its fame.

Groom Kim Ju-hyuk

Bride Park Se-hee

Contrary to what Gitae expected to be a simple wedding due to Ju-hyuk’s personality, it was quite grandly prepared. Perplexed, Gitae scanned through the familiar names with a smirk and moved forward. Ju-hyuk was noticeable from afar.

“Thank you for coming, sir.”

“Oh, come on. I must attend Kim Ju-hyuk’s wedding.”

Ju-hyuk, with a bright smile, looked busier than usual as he conveyed thanks to the guests with a well-prepared hairstyle and formal attire. His more elevated voice and expression clearly showed who the new groom was.

Ju-hyuk, noticing Gitae, enthusiastically waved his hand and approached him first with a familiar air. As Gitae came closer, Ju-hyuk greeted him with a louder voice than usual.

“Hey, Han Gitae! You came?”

“Yeah. Congratulations.”

“Thank you!”

Looking closely, it was much more magnificent than expected. Gitae, letting out a chuckle, made a sarcastic remark to the excited Ju-hyuk.

“He said he wanted a simple ceremony.”

“Oh, that…”

He had been saying that he wanted a simple wedding, calling only close acquaintances and keeping it friendly. However, now that he was holding such a grand ceremony, Gitae, who often teased him, whispered to him as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Although Father can understand anything else, he emphasized that we must have the wedding here. He said many people will be there to witness it.”

“Did you hear that from him?”

“Well… he closed his eyes to everything else. Business, marriage. So, for this time, I decided to follow Father’s words. It might leave good memories for Se-hee too.”

Ju-hyuk grumbled in dissatisfaction, and as soon as he glanced at his father, President Kim, who was grinning, Ju-hyuk turned his head. When their eyes met, President Kim turned his head as if he had heard the complaint and greeted Ju-hyuk with a broad smile.

“President Kim, it’s been a while.”

“Oh, right. Gitae is here.”
As a friend’s father, Gitae greeted first in a straightforward manner. Then, it was the one who resembled Juhyuk, offering support to Gitae with a similar smile.

“Kim Juhyuk, try to resemble Gitae a bit.”

“Are you going to say that even at the wedding venue?”

Unlike the satisfied look when looking at Gitae, President Kim threw a casual remark to his son, making Juhyuk frown openly.

Juhyuk’s father had a strong attachment to ‘Seoul Ilbo,’ which he had grown into the largest scale domestically. As a result, he constantly nagged Juhyuk for not inheriting the business.

Between President Kim, who emphasized inheriting the business, and Juhyuk, who openly rebelled, there was an oddly friendly atmosphere. It was a strange relationship that never ceased to be fascinating.

“Look at Gitae, this kid. Inherit the family business and establish yourself soundly. Even Chairman Hahn praises you endlessly.”

“Oh, I’m satisfied as a doctor. That’s all.”

“Boy, really. The son of the company doesn’t have any ambition.”

To avoid making things awkward between them, Juhyuk, pretending not to notice, diverted the conversation.

As a result, the conversation shifted back to Gitae’s recent activities. President Kim, who had heard the news that the gallery business was doing well, praised Gitae continuously. Before leaving to greet people, President Kim suddenly grabbed Juhyuk’s head with a fist and walked away.

“Ah… I didn’t mean to call you on the day of the wedding.”

President Kim, who always wished Gitae were his son whenever he saw him, was expressing endless praise. Surely, he wouldn’t bring up that topic at the wedding.

Juhyuk glared at Gitae with a painful head. Gitae, the perfectionist with no flaws, strangely felt more uplifted, as if he had taken more medicine.

Shrugging as if it didn’t matter, Gitae, with a somewhat contemptuous look, glanced at Juhyuk for a while, who eventually averted his gaze. On such a good day, he couldn’t let his mood be ruined.

With an expression that seemed to say, “I’ll let it slide this time,” Juhyuk laughed and grabbed Gitae’s wrist, leading the way. It was in the direction of the waiting room for the bride.