So Song Myunghwan ordered the site manager, who had been watching him, to kick him out. The guy who wouldn’t give up until the end, pushing with his shoulders, resisted noisily. The manager, pushing him, shoved him hard.
‘Ugh…!’
The pushed kid fell with blood streaming down from the back of his head. It was because he was stabbed by a nail stuck in the wall.
“What, what are you doing! Cut off his airway right now!”
Song Myunghwan slapped the dazed manager’s cheek.
“What will happen if this guy continues to live like this? Huh? When you see the blood flowing from his head, even if you take him to the hospital, he’s likely to die. Do you want to become a murderer?”
The words he blurted out were simply in consideration of the thought that he himself might not be safe if he got involved. The shocked manager, with a pale face, grabbed the kid, who was still unconscious, and hit him several times before grabbing the hammer on the bookshelf. It was obvious where the hammer would be aimed without delay.
‘Honey…!’
Pff. A horrifying sound behind, the door opened, and Eunchae’s mother rushed in. Through the open door crack, a thermos with a cracked sign and spilled coffee could be seen.
Hyeran placed her trembling hand under the deceased’s nose. Unaware that her cardigan, with long sleeves, was stained with pooled blood on the floor.
“…Right. That neighborhood belonged to the Kwon family. The dead guy had a younger brother. That’s right. The dead guy is Kwon Eunchan. And you…”
Chairman Song chuckled and looked up. It was absurd and unbelievable that there was someone who knew besides the director, who would never see the light again, and the deceased Hyeran.
“Anyway, I already suspected your identity, and you even changed your name.”
The suspected identity.
Kijoo did not deny it. It was the reaction he expected. The identity of the information agent who came to investigate Deiwon Group was perfectly concealed until the completion of the project, just a few days away.
Song Myunghwan would collapse without being able to make a final struggle, being deceived again about his identity.
“But what does that matter? The person who killed is already in prison.”
“That’s right. The person who ordered the killing is still out there in society.”
Chairman Song’s eyes gleamed ominously.
After sending Hyeran and burying Eunchan’s body on the construction site floor under construction, the director asked what to do now. When asked what he should do about the fact that he killed, he said he wouldn’t confess to everything because he couldn’t die alone and got excited. He poured cold water on the excited director’s head.
“Whether you made a hole in that guy’s head or ordered it, you killed him with your own hands, right? Even if I confess that I ordered it, I won’t live for a few years, and you will never get out of prison.”
“W-What are you saying now…”
“Take responsibility for your family. You won’t let that son of yours, who is good at studying, and his wife starve to death, will you?”
That was the end. Both with the director and with the incident itself. He thought it was the same as if the dead guy’s parents were dead, so he didn’t pay attention to it at the time. But the small existence that he didn’t care about at the time became such a big obstacle.
Chairman Song stood upright, smiling arrogantly, looking into the defiant eyes.
“Yeah. If everything is revealed, even Eunchae will be involved. Is that okay?”
Chairman Song still kept the blood-stained cardigan of Hyeran. It was a precaution in case Hyeran babbled nonsense, and in case the director changed his mind, with the purpose of turning it around to her.
He showed it to Kwon Kijoo once. It was a boastful drunken self-display. Of course, he didn’t disclose the details, but he erased Hyeran from the incident like magic. The first day he turned what happened into something that never happened. Song Myunghwan boasted about that point.
“I can protect you even if you kill someone for me. So relax and be loyal to me.”
There was an arrogance that he could bury any betrayal as it was.
Since I’ve stained your hands, you are forever mine, dare to be on the same side.
“That scheming Eunchae. I wonder if her mother will be an accomplice or charged with the crime of concealing a crime.”
Chimi shook Kwon Kijoo’s lover, suppressing his anger. This turned out to be such a weapon. Chairman Song still thought his senses weren’t dead.
However, Kwon Kijoo was indifferent. It wasn’t just that she didn’t care about what would happen, but her face showed boredom.
Why. Wasn’t she dying and suffering to the point of making threats because she didn’t want to break up?
The startled Chairman Song suddenly widened his eyes as if struck by lightning.
“He, he…”
“…….”
“So that’s why she was stubborn. Trying to revenge on me… What a heavenly X offspring.”
A foolish laugh came out of Kijoo’s mouth. He pressed Song Myunghwan’s shoulder with his combat boot.
“Ugh…!”
Song Myunghwan couldn’t move and writhed on the muddy ground.
“Return the property that Kang Hye-ran left to that woman. Make it clean without any trace.”
“…You bastard!”
“Since it’s arranged here, see for yourself what it is.”
Kijoo took out a sheet of A4 paper from his pocket and tossed it lightly. The paper fluttered and landed on the chairman’s chest.
With trembling hands, Chairman Song picked up the paper. He recalled the incident from a few months ago.
“What’s the goal? Is it honor or power?” Kijoo’s answer to the question was always the same.
“I’m only interested in money.”
It was sincere. He gave Eunchae the property and seemed to be absorbed in her, but was it for the purpose of taking it away? Chairman Song laughed, coughing up.
“Cough, cough…! Ha, aren’t you even sorry for the child who broke up because of you?”
A breakup. Kijoo, who had his foot lifted from the chairman’s shoulder, stood straight. He put both hands in his pockets, slightly lowered his head, and rather retorted.
“Why should I?”
Song Myunghwan shuddered as he looked at Kwon Kijoo’s face illuminated by the moonlight.
“…Right. Whether Eunchae ends up like that or not doesn’t matter. But what are you going to do if she’s the dead guy’s sister? It’s none of my business. Is there any concrete evidence?”
If there was no evidence, it was a temper tantrum. But Kijoo, who was already uninterested, raised his head slightly and said.
“It might be good to flip it over.”
Wondering what he meant, Chairman Song unfolded the crumpled paper in his clenched fist and checked the back.
The familiar handwriting was printed, and it was long. As Song Myunghwan read each letter, his face turned purple.
“T-This…”
“I copied it on the back because it was too bothersome.”
Kijoo said sarcastically.
“Interested in the original?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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