“What brings you here, hyung?”
Jung Hyuk dismissed the hand on his shoulder without even giving it a glance.
“I came to pay my respects since you’ve assumed the executive director position.”
“Indeed. It’s been over a month since I assumed the executive director position and you haven’t paid your respects. Quite the behavior for an executive.”
When his impudent behavior was lumped together and his rank was indirectly pointed out, Seung Hoon chuckled awkwardly.
“Right! You’ve set a date for your engagement, haven’t you? Thirtyfour is a perfect age to get married. Our Jung Hyuk only has success ahead of him now.”
Seung Hoon, who was slowly shredding, playfully patted Jung Hyuk’s shoulder.
“Don’t be gloomy about a loveless marriage. Living and growing fond of each other is another way of living. You know this because you went through it first.”
At the advice added under the guise of being a marriage senior, Jung Hyuk couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
A strategic marriage. It was nothing more than a frequent business transaction between corporations.
The idea of attaching trivial emotions like love to such a simple transaction of giving and receiving was laughable.
Jung Hyuk, who was habitually rubbing his earlobe, briefly raised his gaze.
“It seems like you still haven’t grown fond of your wife, hyung?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, I thought you keep flirting with the female employees at the company because you’re sad about your loveless marriage.”
“……”
Seung Hoon’s cheekbones turned red at the casual, pinpointing remark. Seung Hoon, who coughed in embarrassment, skillfully changed the subject.
“Anyway, I heard the chairman gave you a generous wedding gift. He gave you an 8% stake in distribution, didn’t he? Let’s see, then your total shares amount to about 20%?”
“26.84%”
“Huh……?”
Jung Hyuk, completely removed from the documents, shifted his gaze towards him.
“Distribution 26.84%, construction 15.29%, electronics 18.6%, apparel 13.77%, cosmetics 32.52%. Hyung, what do you have? Construction 2%, electronics about 1%?”
Seung Hoon’s face noticeably contorted.
“Hey, Cha Jung Hyuk. What are you doing now?”
“Can’t you see? I’m boasting. You said your stomach hurt, so I’m making it hurt more.”
A smirk was on the lips of the man who lazily sprawled out and cast a relaxed gaze.
Seung Hoon, whose words had been stuck, gritted his teeth.
It was irksome to see the young man acting arrogant just because he was born with a golden spoon studded with diamonds.
Literally, Seung Hoon’s stomach hurt. He had heard the news of Jung Hyuk’s appointment as executive director and had actually fallen ill, spending several days bedridden.
What had Cha Jung Hyuk done for Myunghan? He had done nothing but enjoy what he had.
Hadn’t Seung Hoon himself started as an agent and climbed up step by step to this position?
This was due to the policy of the group’s chairman, Park, who insisted that even blood relatives must go through a competence verification.
But that stubborn old man ignored his ironclad policy and installed his own grandson above Seung Hoon.
It was no different from announcing to the world that Cha Jung Hyuk was the successor to the Myunghan Group’s management.
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“That was the privilege I had. Are you envious? You should have been born as a Cha, no? Ah, or perhaps you couldn’t because you’re incompetent? You’re just a food waster, the type of person old people despise the most.”
“You, are you… saying this for me to hear?”
“There’s only you and me here, who else could I be talking to?”
The voice, consistently sarcastic, was calm without any highs or lows.
“I understand your frustration, but do you think the only reason I’m in this position is that? People who have nothing don’t understand the weight of responsibility. Even if you wanted what I have, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You’d be crushed under the weight.”
“Cha Jung Hyuk! Enough is enough.”
Watching Seung Hoon’s face turn a mix of red and blue, Jung Hyuk let out a mocking laugh.
Crushing people who revealed such petty ambitions was hardly a task for him.
After all, all he had ever learned and observed throughout his life was to check and crush such people.
“Instead of wasting time like this, you should pretend to reflect. It hasn’t been many days since the old man got a grip on the back of your neck because of the sexual harassment case at the PR department that led to a drop in the stock price. If there’s one more accident, your position will be precarious.”
A arrogant glance flew and pierced into Seung Hoon’s face twisted by humiliation.
“That’s why, Executive Ji Seung Hoon, stop crawling up meaninglessly and save yourself. Learn a little about how to flatter your superiors. It’s not a big deal for me to fire a contract employee like you.”
“Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! We celebrate the birthday of our beloved Siwoo!”
The birthday song echoing in the warm atmosphere was rather noisy.
The adults, wearing noisy caps on their heads, didn’t hesitate to make jokes in front of today’s protagonist.
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
