"Open the window, quick. Quick."

At Jeong-eun's order, Cha hurried to the window, opened it, and kept waving his hands to clear out the cigarette smoke. He knew how much Jeong-eun despised smoke.

"It's cold — why open the window?"

Watching Jeong-eun's fit and Cha scrambling to match it, Sang-jong found it amusing. He pulled the paper in front of him closer and tapped his ash onto it, saying,

"You landed yourself an incredible husband. You won't find another one like that anywhere. Who else would put up with your foul temper?"

Grinning, Sang-jong spoke to Cha as well.

"Cha. Everyone in the family knows how much you put up with. So take good care of our third sister. If not for you, no one else would tolerate that awful temper."

At Sang-jong's words, Cha smiled awkwardly and bowed his head.

Jeong-eun, sitting across from Sang-jong, snatched up the paper he was using as an ashtray. As the ash scattered into the air, Sang-jong waved a hand and said,

"Do that and you'll scatter the ash."

"Are you insane? Did you know this was going to be used as an ashtray, and still flick your ash on it?"

"That's why I asked for an ashtray, isn't it? You didn't give me one, so I put it wherever."

"Ugh… bring something to use as an ashtray, quick!"

Jeong-eun shouted at Cha. He hurried out of the office.

Jeong-eun tried to brush the ash off the paper, which had gone gray with soot, then, unable to contain her anger, flung it aside.

"What kind of outrage is this, coming into someone else's office?"

"Then you should have behaved so I wouldn't have to cause an outrage."

"What did I do? What exactly did I do?"

Sang-jong took a long drag on his cigarette, then slowly blew the smoke toward Jeong-eun and said,

"Didn't you clearly say you'd help me if I helped you? So why is there still no word from you? Keep this up and the year will turn over."

"Could you not blow the smoke—"

"Brother. Here. Tap your ash…