"Oppa. It's been a while~"

"Heh. It has, at that."

A private room in a VIP wine bar in Samseong-dong.

Ju Miju stayed in her seat and waved a hand in greeting, like a young girl.

At the sight the man burst out laughing, calling to mind the Ju Miju of her young days.

"What? Don't you like it now that I'm an ajumma?"

Ju Miju, flaring up at the playful look in the man's eye.

"Pwahahaha. That's right, this is Ju Miju."

The man dropping deep into the sofa — no, Jang Yongguk, chairman of Sindo Group.

He is considerably tall.

His head is large too, of course, and his features are all thick and bold.

His looks fall short of handsome, but as a chaebol house's son he did well enough for himself in his young manhood.

He had run about a good deal with Ju Miju, who in her day was called a playgirl.

Save that they never put a hand on forbidden drugs, thirty years ago these two passed a thoroughly loose and dissolute time of it.

Trickle, trickle.

Ju Miju filled his glass with wine first.

"Have you something to say? Or did you miss this oppa of yours?"

"Never mind! I've a young spring chicken of my own."

"Hur hur. That's right, there's no fondness between the two of us."

They know each other as much as there is to know.

They carried the talk on with nothing covered up.

They had played as much as they pleased and still competed fiercely and survived in the chaebol houses.

And they had come as far as where they stand today.

An age at which one knows well enough how the world turns.

What had once been a matter of a man and a woman delighting in each other did not hold their interest long.

"Is the new wife still pretty?"

"Pretty, my foot. We live on affection."

"That's right. We live on loyalty…….”

Jang Yongguk, who had taken as his wife a superstar of a singer who dominated an era.

He is the man who…