Like the old Sooyoung, this time Woojin’s breath stopped.

What is he saying now… Why does he keep confessing? Is Seol Woojin crazy? Has he lost his mind now?

Woojin tightly shut his lips that were now jumping around like a phantom.

What’s the point? Why? Do you know this woman? Have you seen this woman even once? What will you do if you date her? Live your whole life by her side, serving her? Are you trying to kill another precious daughter of someone else? Isn’t Jung Naeun enough? She had money at home, so she escaped to the United States. This one seems poor… Even if it’s tough, she can’t escape…

Suddenly, Woojin pushed his chair back and stood up.

“Why are you leaving after eating?”

“I’m done eating.”

“Oh, is it because I said that So Senbae spreads meat for me? I really didn’t mean that! Finish eating this!”

“I didn’t mean that either. I’m full.”

After saying this with his characteristic dry expression, Woojin left the kitchen.

Holding the meat in both hands, Sooyoung stupidly stared at him.

Then, she spoke again in a loud voice.

“Let’s clean this up and go for a walk! What do you think?”

However, there was no answer, only the sound of the door closing with a thud.

Regretting talking about Yeonho’s story, Sooyoung put the meat she was holding into her mouth.

She said it thinking they had become a bit closer. She didn’t know it would become a wound. After all, it wasn’t a joke confession, right?

So, does he mean I’m a woman? Does he see me as a woman? Oh…

Realizing Woojin’s confession belatedly, Sooyoung gently covered her cheeks with hands wearing disposable gloves.

Without realizing that her face was stained with the seasoning from the meat, the corners of her mouth, which had risen a lot, didn’t come down.

Sure enough, Chairman Seolmajung was carefully examining several documents handed by his secretary.

“After graduating from the university’s Korean education department, she worked as a private tutor for two years, and then there is no record. She has been working at Woojin’s house for the past month.”

“Her parents… got divorced?”

“Yes. It seems to have happened a long time ago. Kim Sooyoung is currently living with her mother.”

“Um…”

“Her mother, Jo Youngsoon, works as a designer at a construction company.”

“Is her father alive?”

“That… uh…”

This time, the secretary handed over slightly thicker documents. There were several pictures highlighted with a fluorescent pen inside.

“What is this?”

“Kim Sooyoung’s father was Kim Cheolho.”

“Who?”

“Kim Cheolho, the director of Daeho Security.”

Suddenly, the numerous eyebrows of Chairman Seolmajung twitched, and the wrinkles around his mouth deepened.

“How could this happen…”

At the painful groaning sound that came out unknowingly, the secretary approached him.

“Chairman, are you okay?”

Then, Seolmajung flashed his tiger-like eyes and looked at the secretary.

“…Who knows?”

“No one knows yet.”

“Not even the parties involved?”
“Ms. Kim Sooyoung? Yes. I don’t think I know her. Based on what Jihyun mentioned, it seems like Woojin is unaware that he is the chairman’s grandson.”

“Well, since the accident, Woojin hasn’t been publicly disclosed.”

Chairman Seol’s eyes returned to the photos attached to the documents.

She had a round face with large eyes, just like Sooyoung.

However, the photo below, wearing a prisoner’s uniform, showed a face that looked so different that it couldn’t be considered the same person—dark and lifeless.

Thankful to the god who saved his grandson, he became frustrated again, unable to understand the meaning behind it.

What would his grandson be like when he finds out about this, and what about this girl named Kim Sooyoung?

When the wrinkled, large hands that didn’t know what to do caressed the similarly wrinkled forehead, another secretary knocked on the door of the chairman’s office and entered.

“Chairman, Member Joh Hyunjeong is here.”

“Ah. Please let her in.”

Seolmajung put down his complicated feelings and welcomed the elegantly dressed woman with visual impairment, along with her guide dog.

“Welcome.”

“Hello, Chairman.”

When Hyunjeong bowed to the chairman, the gentle Golden Retriever guided her to the sofa. After confirming that the owner had safely taken a seat, the guide dog also sat quietly next to her.

Suffering from dog fur allergies, Seolmajung swallowed the pill handed to him by the secretary and asked softly.

“Wasn’t it difficult for you to come?”

“They sent a car for me, so I came comfortably.”

“Although we sent a car for you without a guide dog, why did you bring it along?”

“Oh, I feel uneasy without this one… I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I was just asking. What would you like to drink?”

Chairman Seolmajung now was entirely different from the person who grabbed his son like catching a mouse at a department store.

When the production of the ebook for “Dragon God War” was confirmed, the team leader told Naeun to go and get a signed contract from Seol Jihyun.