Seong-ho reached out and picked up one of the photographs. A slip of paper was attached to the back of it.

"Han Ju-bin. Born 1980. Dance major at XX University… What is this?"

"What do you think it is?"

Mun-jong gestured for the chef grilling the meat to step aside for a moment. Then he turned the briefcase toward himself. Mun-jong looked over the photographs inside for a moment, then, just as Seong-ho had, picked up a photograph of a woman. Apparently pleased with the one he'd chosen, he examined it with a satisfied expression and read down the slip of paper attached to the back.

"Aigo. Our Seong-eun here has a nice profile. 168 centimeters, 48 kilograms. How about her?"

"Brother."

Seong-ho frowned deeply and put the photograph he'd been holding back into the briefcase.

Seeing Seong-ho's expression, Mun-jong let out a laugh and picked up another photograph from inside.

"What about this one? There's a certain allure around her eyes—not bad at all."

"Brother. I'm your brother-in-law."

"So what?"

At Seong-ho's slightly raised voice, Mun-jong asked back with a face that seemed to say, what's wrong with that?

"I don't think of you as a brother-in-law. I think of you as man to man. And I regard you like a real younger brother of mine. There's nothing wrong with introducing a woman to your own little brother, is there?"

"Brother. Gyeong-eun would be horrified if she heard this."

"It's fine. It's fine."

Mun-jong forced a photograph of a woman into Seong-ho's hand.

"Still, an Ilhyeon hotel would be a bit much, so I'll book you a room at the International Hotel instead. All you have to do is go and enjoy yourself. If you want, you can even go on a date with her afterward… if you want to see her regularly, do that, and if you don't like her, feel free to switch to another girl."

The proposal was so outlandish that Seong-ho couldn't even manage to get angry.

Mun-jong, seeing Seong-ho stand there with his mouth open and nothing to say, spoke to him in an…