“Put up with this? The Ha house is finished as well.”

Lately Ju Miju has been extremely on edge.

Her precious son had been insulted by a base charity case, of all things.

The fact of his being the son of Donghwi-oppa, who had done so well in the past, made it worse.

A man who, when she went near him to build an acquaintance, would look at her with an indifferent eye.

Even then Ha Donghwi had not thought well of a Ju Miju with her free and easy leanings.

“Son of a bitch…….”

Ha Tae-ung, seen with Ha Donghwi overlapping him.

With the anger quietly boiling up in her, Ju Miju could not sleep soundly on any night.

A state in which she cannot fall asleep for a single night without something to put her under.

She drank until she was blind drunk, and the anger she had stacked up she let out on her staff.

She shook with rage at a cause that could not be resolved at the root.

“Why has Jo and Jang attached itself? If they moved knowing…….”

Ju Miju, turning her head over without a stop.

She put informants to work in every direction and dug up what there was on Ha Donghwi’s household.

The result was not to be believed.

They were in the position of people made rich overnight.

“It isn’t inheritance either. There’s no chance that vicious old man gave it. And it isn’t as though the brothers are fond of each other.”

Ha Tae-ung is living in the Signiel, rented though it is.

Ha Donghwi and his wife, living in Sokcho, are running a foreign car as well.

And on top of that Jo and Jang is watching the backs of Ha Donghwi’s family.

A senior attorney of Jo and Jang is providing a service that goes as far as Sokcho, and with a partner.

The cost of that does not come to a penny or two.

Several hundred million won a month at the least is the shape of it.

Even a serving chaebol house’s child finds it hard to move cash in a sum that large.

Even with a slush fund, use it carelessly and the risk is greater than the small gain to be had.

But Ha Donghwi’s household have, oddly, become large spenders of late.

“What is it? The lottery……? This is maddening.”

The lines in Ju Miju’s face deepened.

Even digging the route out through her connections, there was a limit to how far financial information could be got at.

“The coin side seems to be right……. Even so, can a return come out to that extent?”

The Ha Tae-ung side was suspicious however she looked at it.

Ha Donghwi, scraping a living in Sokcho, and his wife have no money in hand.

And even if it came out of Ha Tae-ung’s own pocket, the source is unclear.

Sliiide.

Just then the automatic door at the entrance opened.

“Ah, fuck! Fucking exhausting.”

Lee Hyorin, pouring coarse language out even though she had seen her mother Ju Miju as she came in.

Her face was made up unusually heavily today.

She had just come from running an event and was extremely tired.

“When you come in you greet your mother first, don’t you?”

Ju Miju too was irritable, unlike her usual self.

A daughter with plenty of irritation in her, a late adolescence laid on top of it.

“What’s this all of a sudden, between us~”

Lee Hyorin gave a flat little laugh, as though it were tasteless.

She had thrown out any respect for her parents, who live as a shop-window marriage, long ago.

How much hurt had she taken all through her growing years, because of parents with no iron in them who chased nothing but their appetites.

Lee Hyorin, who had won the idol life she chose as an escape route, and won it hard.

If it had not been for the dancing and the singing she did to work the stress off, she would not be among the living by now.

And now, out of nowhere, greet her mother?

Lee Hyorin went and sat in the seat opposite Ju Miju.

Her short skirt rode up and the under-shorts showed, and she did not care.

In front of the public she is called a fairy and looked up to, but it is all a made image.

At home she lives as what she actually is.

No — she behaved more roughly and more strongly than that.

“Poor Mom, how will you bear it?”

“Bear what?”

Lee Hyorin’s eyes glittered like a child’s who has found a toy.

Lee Hyorin, who knows her mother’s weakest place far too well.

“You don’t know about the vice president appointment?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t know, Mom? The charity case Ha Tae-ung is vice president.”

“Ha Tae-ung is vice president?”

“So you really didn’t know~! Our fine Kang Junu oppa, president of the Management Studies Society, appointed Ha Tae-ung vice president.”

“Wh— what did you say? The v— vice presidency of the Management Studies Society??”

“How have you still not heard? Hee hee. I thought you’d know?”

Seeing her mother’s colour go bad, Lee Hyorin needled her further.

“Tell me properly! So Kang Junu appointed that charity case Ha Tae-ung vice president, is that it?”

When Kang Junu, president of the Management Studies Society, graduates, that seat passes to her son Lee Jeongjun.

Among the second-year pupils there are no direct-line children of the ten great groups’ families.

As a rival to her son, the girl Lee Hyoju stands on a weak footing.

Her son Lee Jeongjun, maternal grandson of Hanguk Group’s chairman and direct-line descendant of Doa Ilbo.

He is rightly the strong candidate for the next president of the Management Studies Society.

And then, appearing out of nowhere, Ha Tae-ung, direct line of Haryun Group!

Thanks to that charity case bastard the business has got itself properly tangled.

“Yeah~! Kang Junu sunbae picked him out and appointed him.”

Lee Hyorin, delighted, rattled on in a lifted voice.

“What a shame~ our oppa’s turned into the dog that chased the chicken onto the roof, hasn’t he? Poor thing, what’s to be done~ hee hee heet.”

The tiredness that had been plain on Lee Hyorin’s face lifted, and a smile spread at her mouth.

“Shut up!!”

Ju Miju, who raised her voice at her daughter Lee Hyorin.

She made a clear distinction between her son and her daughter.

“Yeah~ all right. I’ll go.”

Seeing Ju Miju with fire lit in her eyes, Lee Hyorin answered with a smiling face and got up from her seat.

She turned straight round and went off to her own room.

It hurts, doesn’t it? Yes, Mom has to live in pain. Because I…… did too!

A being who, though the years have gone by, still has no iron in her and is nothing but wicked — her mother.

Lee Hyorin could never forgive her.

For her, childhood was hell.

Not one of the family had been a fence around her when she was small.

Ha Tae-ung. I’ll be expecting things……. Torment my mom and my oppa harder!

Pound! Pound!

Her heart beat unusually roughly.

Seo Dahui waited in front of his door for it to open.

The man next door, who had said he was going down to the family home in Sokcho.

From the day after they ate ramyeon together they had exchanged messages a few times.

Of course short one-line texts were all of it.

She had not wanted to lay a burden on him particularly.

But today she has to meet him in person.

She has ended up unable to stay any longer in the flat she is living in.

If things get worse she is in a position where she has to go back to her home town.

She has no money in hand and no close colleague in the business she keeps in touch with.

Instead it seemed she ought at least to say goodbye to the man next door, Ha Tae-ung, before she left.

Even to ask him for help…….

Seo Dahui wanted to keep at least the minimum of a conscience.

End the unreasonable contract and hold out for a while and it could come right.

Beep.

The front door of his flat opened.

And the sight of him that appeared…….

“Come in.”

“Yes…….”

Ha Tae-ung welcomed her kindly into the flat.

Seo Dahui, stepping a few paces inside.

“……!!”

Her steps stopped where they were and her face set.

There was an unfamiliar woman in his flat with him.

Late at night.

A foreigner.

Blonde, and a beauty of the very first rank.

A model working somewhere in Eastern Europe came to mind.

Blue eyes shining under the living room light.

She looked at Seo Dahui with a queer gaze.

The air…….

The indoor air she felt on her skin was hot.

Seo Dahui, who has known love, caught the hot force running in the air.

Something had certainly happened just before she came in.

The wine glasses set on the table came into Seo Dahui’s eye.

Thrown, she turned her gaze away quickly.

She had run into a situation she had not expected in the least.

“I— I’m sorry.”

Thrown, Seo Dahui bowed her head and twisted her body to turn away in a hurry.

A sting.

In that instant a pain of feeling ran clean through her heart and the ache spread through her whole body.

A catch.

At that moment Ha Tae-ung took hold of the arm of the turning Seo Dahui.

“You came because you had something to say, didn’t you?”

A kind and warm voice.

“But…….”

“Come in. That is an attorney visiting from abroad.”

“……??”

An attorney?

A blonde beauty with looks at the level of a fraud, an attorney?

Seo Dahui stopped her steps and hesitated.

Time and an air that would have been left as a misunderstanding if Ha Tae-ung had not taken hold of her.

“Come in~ FURIA-nim~”

“……!!”

At the fresh Korean pronunciation the foreign woman handed her, Seo Dahui was startled.

More than that, she knew Seo Dahui’s stage name exactly and pronounced it.

“Do you…… know me?”

Seo Dahui turned her body and asked, looking at the beautiful attorney.

“I’m a fan. I love ‘So It Was Love’!”

Looking at her eyes, it does not seem to be empty talk.

It is a representative song of Seo Dahui’s own composition that is not widely known.

Seo Dahui’s heart loosened little by little.

A strange woman who is Ha Tae-ung’s guest and at the same time a fan of hers.

“Wine?”

Ha Tae-ung pointed with his eyes at the wine bottle set on the table.

There was no reason to refuse.

Today, when she had wanted a drink more than at any other time.

“Yes…….”

A bright smile bloomed on Seo Dahui’s face.

And at exactly that moment.

“Hey! Seo Dahui!!”

(End of Chapter 105)