Boss, It's My First Time Being Your Resident - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61. Undercover

“Why come visit without any warning?”

Ha Chairman raised the teacup slowly to his lips as he asked.

A white lotus flower bloomed with elegant grace in the steaming tea, its fragrant perfume settling thickly at the tip of Yu-joo’s nose.

Yu-joo straightened her spine and smiled brightly at Ha Chairman.

“I came to make a deal with you today, sir.”
“A deal?”

As though charmed by her fearless provocation, Ha Chairman’s laughter did not cease.

“I found it in your memoir. , page eighteen. ‘Taming a savage beast is simple. When it hungers most, toss it a morsel of meat that suits its appetite perfectly.'”
“You read my memoir?”
“Sir, for someone of your stature, time is more precious than money. You must be busy, so I’ll be concise and clear.”

Ha Chairman watched Yu-joo with a serene smile and eyes that seemed to admire her.

Yu-joo, her two hands clasped tightly on her lap, continued with unflappable composure.

“Your son, Ha Tae-heon, is seeing someone right now. She’s a first-year resident at Seoul National University Medical School.”
“Really? He hardly ever dates. That’s unexpected.”

Ha Chairman responded without much interest.

“And she’s also the only daughter of Onel Group—their precious jewel.”

In that instant, a sharp gleam flickered across Ha Chairman’s pupils.

“The Seoul Grand Bridge Construction project you’ve been longing for—isn’t that a matter of life and death between you and Onel Group? I’ve heard the winning bid announcement has been delayed repeatedly…”

A cool silence descended on the Executive Office.

“Now then—what will you do for me, sir?”

Whether charmed by Yu-joo’s direct, no-nonsense manner or intrigued by her audacious nerve, Ha Chairman smiled enigmatically.

“So what do you want? Money? Career advancement? Power?”
“Sir, I’m not a shallow woman. I don’t want such crude, visible rewards.”

My peace of mind is worth far more than those things.

Yu-joo looked directly into Ha Chairman’s eyes.

“Make them break up.”
“What?”
“Make Ha Tae-heon and A-gang break up. Both of them.”

So they can never be together again.
Only then might the resentment I’ve carried for six years finally ease a little.

Material desire?
Yu-joo laughed softly to herself.

She’d lost interest in that long ago.

An overflow of designer handbags, high-end jewelry, hundred-million-won limited-edition watches…
The joy at the moment of acquisition was always fleeting.

The moment the wrapping paper tore open, that joy vanished like a mirage, leaving only brief satisfaction.
And always, emptiness followed in its place.

“Sir, I loved Tae-heon for six years. But he prefers a woman he’s known for only a month.”

A hollow laugh escaped between Yu-joo’s teeth.

“Amusing.”
“I can’t bear to see someone else claim what I cannot have, right before my eyes. You understand that, don’t you? You said so yourself in your memoir—that the rage and longing born from losing your most coveted prize became the driving force behind your business empire.”

Ha Chairman set down the teacup he was holding.

Behind his glasses, his gaze fixed on Yu-joo with the quietness of a deep abyss.

Brother, I won’t apologize.
This isn’t revenge—it’s my resentment toward six wasted years.

Put yourself in my place.
Feel it yourself.
The pain I endured while yearning for you.
And understand me with all your being.

Yu-joo drained the cooled lotus flower tea in one gulp.

The fragrance was gone, leaving only a bitter-sweet taste coating her tongue thickly.

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“…It was you?”

The moment Woo-seop turned around, he met A-gang’s eyes, trembling faintly.

A-gang had been standing behind Woo-seop, holding her breath, listening to the entire conversation.

At the end of the corridor—so quiet it was deafening.
The voice of Joo Beom-min coming through the phone must have been audible.

“…”

Unable to speak, Woo-seop faced A-gang as she asked again.

“My dad knows every move I make… It’s you, isn’t it? Or not?”

Tears welled in A-gang’s eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Her throat tightened, and she couldn’t find the words.

Woo-seop took a heavy step toward her.

“A-gang, I—”

First came shock, then shame, then guilt—waves crashing over him.

How could he gather up your shattered heart?

What words could he speak without wounding you further?

Wouldn’t an explanation only hurt you more?

While these conflicting thoughts warred within him, A-gang broke the silence first.

“You must have had a hard time.”

Unexpected words fell from A-gang’s lips.

She bit her trembling lips hard, forcing a strained smile as she looked up at Woo-seop.

“I’m fine. Are you… okay?”

Even as she desperately hoped for the word “misunderstanding,” A-gang was smiling at herself with fierce determination.

“I should apologize first for what my dad asked of you—something so absurd. It was disrespectful of him not to honor you as my friend.”

“A-gang…”

“If it hadn’t been you, it would have been someone else. My dad would have done it either way. That’s why I actually feel grateful it was you, not someone else.”

At last, tears fell from A-gang’s clear eyes.

Her trembling lips betrayed the collapse of her heart. Yet she continued, her voice somehow calmer.

“Woo-seop, you don’t have to explain. How many years have we spent together? I know you.”
“…”
“Even if it started as a transaction, the time after that wasn’t false. I know your heart toward me, as a friend, was genuine all along.”

A-gang.
Why do you shield me like this?

His heart tore into shreds.
No—it shattered beyond recognition, pulped into nothing.

He wished she would slap him, curse him out as worthless and contemptible.

Then his heart wouldn’t feel so utterly wretched.

Standing before you, I feel so pitiful and cowardly.

Do I deserve your forgiveness?

As that memory surfaced, Woo-seop clenched his teeth.

It began with money.

Ten years ago. First year of high school.
Rain fell in a steady drizzle through the night.

The house, ransacked by loan sharks, lay trampled like a bombed-out ruin.

His father, a cargo truck driver, had been caught in a multi-vehicle collision and saddled with a massive settlement debt.

To make matters worse, his father had been diagnosed with end-stage kidney failure—without a transplant, he had less than six months to live.

That night, in one hand he held a Body Donation Consent Form, and in the other, a bowl of seolleongtang he would give to his father.

His father’s last supper.

A hopeless, futureless, filthy world.
Once he watched his father eat, he planned to leave it all behind.

After that, what the loan sharks did with his body didn’t matter.

‘Father, in the next life, I’ll surely be a better son. In this one… I’m sorry I could do no more.’

He bid his bedridden father a silent farewell.

By chance, that night, A-gang’s father came looking for him.

It was just as he was ladling the seolleongtang into a bowl at the kitchenette outside the one-room apartment.

A luxurious sedan—the first he’d ever seen up close—stopped in front of the house. The driver stepped out first, holding a large umbrella with proper courtesy, opening the rear door.

Walking through the rain came the father of his classmate A-gang.

In other words: Joo Beom-min, CEO of Onel Group.

Contrary to expectation, the CEO wore a casual checkered shirt and cotton pants, the understated bearing of a simple man—hardly befitting the reputation of a top-tier conglomerate.

Yet the cool air emanating from him was anything but ordinary.

His eyes, filled with a sorrow beyond words, turned toward him.
And he spoke.

“I have a proposal for you.”

A miracle. A lifeline from heaven itself, tossed to someone standing at the edge of the abyss.
The last rope before the fall.

From that moment forward.
The entire world became A-gang.

A-gang.
A life for A-gang alone.

And because of it, he no longer had to fear poverty.

The debt was repaid. His father received a kidney transplant safely. He had a home where he could rest easy.

The terms of the deal were clear.

Protection of A-gang and reports on her every move.

Payment: two million won per month.

An ordinary friend.

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