“I’ll eat at the company cafeteria.”

As the secretary left after bowing, Jinsung, who had assumed a disheveled pose again, sighed. He spent all his time wandering around the company without finding a place to settle. He only nodded his head aimlessly in the consecutive morning meetings because he had nothing to say.

What he showed in front of the employees was just an awkward appearance of trying to look competent.

Knowing well that he was a smaller person than he thought, Jinsung, who was aware of his lack of ability, felt he couldn’t do anything without skills. Moreover, although it seemed like a whispering atmosphere, he could feel the eyes that dismissed him as a parachute these days.

Do they know who I am? I’m Chairman Song’s close son.

Jinsung, who had suppressed words that couldn’t be disclosed to anyone in his throat, got up from his seat and went out.

At the moment when he was about to go up to the rooftop garden with a frustrating feeling, the sound of whispering in the restroom caught Jinsung’s attention. In the tense atmosphere, Jinsung approached the restroom, and leaning through the slightly open door, he listened with his ear.
“Ha. Today too, I’m stuck in the office, just doing breathing exercises. All external meetings are attended by Sangmu.”

“I really don’t understand. Even if he’s the son of a dead friend, you should at least sit someone with qualifications. If this continues a bit longer, the truth will come out. Although our company seems good on the surface, it will be revealed that it’s quite oppressive and conservative.”

“I think so too. I should have married a daughter who majored in classics rather than one who hides her face so well. Sigh…”

As the secretary, who had asked about lunch a while ago, sighed, an employee laughed, covering his mouth with his hand.

Feeling like he had received a curse in front of everyone, Jinsung returned to the office with a soulless face. Sitting in the chair, he washed his face with trembling hands.

‘Should have married a daughter who majored in classics?’

Jinsung, captured by feelings of inferiority and humiliation, began to accept jokes as bitter truths.

How can a fake that hasn’t mixed a drop of blood replace this position?

He was in agony. Now that he was finally getting compensated and looked bright, it was the same in the end. It was a stagnant situation.

Song Eunchae’s future, who would become the president’s daughter-in-law, was as bright as the past, but why am I like this?

Song Eunchae.

As Jinsung pondered her name, he laughed bitterly.

Why are you ‘Song’ Eunchae, and why am I ‘Park’ Jinsung?

I know better than anyone why, but it’s still hard to accept that fact no matter how much time passes.

Jinsung grew up not knowing who his father was when he was young. His mother, Seong Munhee, showed talent in piano playing, and for Jinsung’s dream of becoming a pianist, she did various jobs such as cleaning bathhouses, inns, and police stations, but even so, it was too poor to dream of becoming a pianist.

By that time, Jinsung began to resent his faceless father. Someday, when he finds him, he will curse him in front of him. But a few years later, one day, as if falling from the sky, his father, Song Myunghwan, appeared.

His mother seemed to be moved by the meeting of the rich, shedding tears, and his father… stared at him with a terrifying expression. Under the gaze that seemed to confirm whether his son was real, Jinsung couldn’t pour out his resentment in front of him.

A few days later, he admitted that he was his blood and was able to receive an allowance. He could live without worrying about what to eat.

However, it took a long time to leave the basement. Song Myunghwan was setting up a new home, and Munhee and Jinsung were beings who shouldn’t be revealed even if the world collapsed.

At first, Jinsung found it a bit shocking, but he thought it was somewhere he didn’t know and tried to accept reality.
However, he could never fully accept it. Jinsung, intoxicated with alcohol during his military leave, blindly went to find Song Myunghwan. Running staggeringly, as he leaned against a wall, he saw Eunchae coming out of the front gate.

She was walking gracefully, as if she had been a noble from birth, wearing a neatly arranged school uniform. Her face, as delicate as a flower, seemed to emit a fragrance, and she was a precious daughter who grew up only seeing and hearing good things.

When the driver opened the rear door, she got in, and the car soon moved away from Jinsung’s sight.

‘…….’

He stood there, looking blankly at the departing car, forgetting the purpose of coming here. Even if he died and woke up, he couldn’t set foot in such a house or become such a person.

Jinsung’s expectations were not wrong. Later, Chairman Song Myunghwan placed a hat on Park Museong’s house, saying that the person who would die soon, so please wait a little.

After some time passed, the fake father died in a few years, and he finally went to that house, which he thought he could never set foot in.