If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 43

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Episode 43

 

What on earth are you talking about?

 

‘Doesn’t he know he’s still just a kid?’

 

Maybe things will be different in the future, but right now he can’t even board an F1 machine, and while he’s recuperating from injuries in this remote place, what kind of confidence does he have…?

 

– Oh my~ What brings you to answer the phone? This is Samhyeon-ri Real Estate Agency! Can you talk? It’s nothing major, but about that property you have. In Samhyeon-ri, yes. Someone who’s hard to meet has come looking for it~ What? You’re coming this way now?

 

“What a coincidence~! He happens to be nearby and says he’s coming right over! Let’s meet and talk!”

 

The agent finished his call from a distance and returned with a hearty laugh.

 

He exchanged some words with Bae Seo-nyeok, but I couldn’t focus on that.

 

I could only watch as Rampa Lim, who was holding my hand, took out his phone with his other hand.

 

The ringtone went off.

 

I spotted that familiar name again on the outgoing call screen.

 

Jae Hamyeon.

 

And just as I finally remembered where I’d heard that name, the container door opened.

 

Along with the sound of the kettle on the oil heater releasing steam, a cheerful old-fashioned bell sound rang through the room.

 

“Yes. Young master. I answered the phone.”

 

「Did you see the owner’s name? The owner’s name is written on the contract. The resident registration number was there, right?」

 

「Y-yes! Of course I saw it. It was, it was Jae Hamyeon! Jae Hamyeon! I couldn’t memorize the resident number but—」

 

A middle-aged man with features that weren’t entirely unfamiliar to me.

 

I remember that name. Jae Hamyeon.

 

It was the name written on the rental contract.

 

He was the landlord’s representative I had met at the end of last year when our family expressed our intention to purchase the house from the landlord and we were drawing up a new contract.

 

On the day we moved in, Rampa Lim had said our rental house belonged to his uncle.

 

So I knew well that this person was Rampa Lim’s uncle—that is, Chairman Jeon An-min’s representative.

 

‘Why is that person showing up here?’

 

“Oh my! You’re here already, sir! It seems like you just finished your phone call.”

 

Jae Hamyeon was the person who had the phone call with the real estate agent?

 

Then Jae Hamyeon—no, Chairman Jeon An-min is the owner of the Kakao Samhyeon-ri land?

 

“…!”

 

Is that why Rampa Lim said he’d buy it for me?

 

After the lightning-like shock, countless distracting thoughts swirled through my head, but one thought stood out most clearly.

 

‘I can’t get any more entangled in this!’

 

How did Jeon An-min, who isn’t even a regressor, know about the Samhyeon-ri land? Did he steal it from Park Min-su? Then what is Park Min-su thinking?

 

“…Rampa Lim. You can’t do this.”

 

This is big trouble.

 

Park Min-su won’t let this slide.

 

“Don’t worry. It’s okay.”

 

Comforting me, Rampa Lim gestured to Jae Hamyeon.

 

“Did you follow us?”

 

“I’m sorry. With what happened before and all, I was quite worried about you going to the outskirts.”

 

“It’s fine. This worked out well. I didn’t know Uncle owned land here.”

 

Rampa Lim chuckled softly and looked at me.

 

“Sing-a. This is—”

 

“I know. That’s your uncle’s representative.”

 

“Yes, that’s right. I met Seosing-a’s family last year regarding a real estate transaction. We’re acquainted.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

What? Is that so? Is that all his reaction?

 

Perhaps because I was so shocked, I became calm instead.

 

“Stop it, Rampa Lim… I’m sorry, but I don’t really want to get involved with your uncle.”

 

It’s not that I didn’t regret losing the Pangyo land.

 

Rather, it was heartbreakingly regrettable.

 

If I missed this land, the future looked not just distant but utterly bleak in terms of how to gather 1 trillion won, but I couldn’t afford to be branded as being on the same side as the villain by the protagonist.

 

Self-preservation above all.

 

Hadn’t I endured even the humiliation of remaining stuck in a supervisor position after losing to Kim Daerim in office politics with this single conviction?

 

“Huh? Why?”

 

Rampa Lim blinked in puzzlement.

 

Seeing that irresponsible, eternally handsome face, I could no longer suppress my anger.

 

In all my life, I’ve never seen someone so obsessed with dying young!

 

Do you need to actually get hurt by that vicious Park Min-su to come to your senses?

 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. I told you before. I said it many times, and you promised too. You promised to distance yourself and cut ties, but you forgot it all! You Australian bastard!”

 

“Cut ties? Wait, what are you talking about? Sing-a. Calm down.”

 

“What do you mean calm down! You liar! I shouldn’t trust people who speak English. I said I don’t like Uncle Jeon An-min! I don’t like—”

 

“Jeon An-min?”

 

“How does Miss Seosing-a know that bastard?”

 

…Huh?

 

I could feel the gazes of Bae Seo-nyeok and the real estate agent watching this drama with great interest from across the room, but I couldn’t continue my tirade.

 

The, the reactions of these two people were somehow different from what I had expected…

 

With a cautious look, examining my face closely, Rampa Lim asked.

 

“Why are you suddenly mentioning Jeon An-min?”

 

“Why? Because we’re talking about your uncle…?”

 

“He’s my uncle?”

 

Rampa Lim frowned.

 

He seemed both bewildered and displeased. Either way, it wasn’t a positive reaction.

 

‘What’s going on?’

 

I couldn’t grasp the situation well.

 

Still, instinctively sensing something was amiss, my courage began to shrink back. I muttered quietly.

 

“You called him uncle…?”

 

“Yes! I called him ‘Uncle’. It’s just a bloody title. Hamyeon here is also uncle, and your father is Uncle Shin-hyeon to me. Does that make them my uncles?”

 

“No…”

 

“Right. They’re not. I have only one real uncle.”

 

Brushing back his bangs, Rampa Lim dropped a bombshell with a sigh.

 

“My maternal uncle, Park Min-su.”

 

“….”

 

Huh?

 

…?

 

What? Who?

 

“…Who did you say?”

 

“Park Min-su. You read the newspapers often, so you’d know him.”

 

No!!! I don’t know!!! I wouldn’t know?!

 

That person I know? No way!

 

A Big Bang was occurring in my nuclear-struck mind.

 

Whether my state looked pitiful or stupid, Jae Hamyeon cleanly delivered the finishing blow from the side.

 

“The young master’s maternal uncle is indeed Chairman Park Min-su of Quera. He’s the only son of the Chairman’s sister, and the nephew our Chairman cherishes most. That good-for-nothing Jeon An-min being the young master’s uncle? Miss Sing-a has greatly misunderstood this time.”

 

“Sing-a? Are you okay?”

 

‘I’m not okay…’

 

Despite all my determination not to catch Park Min-su’s attention…

 

The prospective show window husband candidate I had my eye on turns out to be the regression protagonist’s one and only nephew?

 

The only person who could empathize with my current feelings would be the real estate agent across from me, who’s collapsed in shock at the appearance of Chairman Park Min-su’s nephew…

 

“That’s not just a simple surprised reaction.”

 

Rampa Lim, who had excellent perception, was always sharp. While looking at me with concern, he asked keenly.

 

“Sing-a, do you know my uncle by any chance? Have you met him before?”

 

“…N-no? There’s no way…”

 

It was when I reflexively denied it.

 

Jae Hamyeon shook his head and approached.

 

“Honestly, I was puzzled why the Chairman left such a message, but seeing the situation, it seems right to give this to you. This is a message from the Chairman to Miss Seosing-a.”

 

Then he pulled out a white envelope from his jacket.

 

A message that Park Min-su left for me?!

 

‘Oh mother, I really don’t want to receive this…!’

 

My hand trembled like an aspen leaf as I took the envelope.

 

Right. I was scared!

 

With me being so deeply entangled with his nephew, there’s no way the cold and smart Park Min-su wouldn’t have noticed my regression.

 

What if he sent a threatening message?

 

If I were in the protagonist’s position, I’d feel extremely uncomfortable if there were other regressors besides me.

 

And the most effective way to keep secrets is murder and destruction…

 

‘But I even gave him my lunch box!’

 

Would Park Min-su remember that meeting at the bus stop? I squeezed my eyes shut and opened the envelope.

 

“…Huh?”

 

I expected there to be some code that only regressors would know, or some hint telling me to keep my mouth shut and behave well.

 

But…

 

What was inside the envelope was just a simple message card.

 

Just a short sentence and an address written in English cursive.

 

I need to settle the porridge debt.

 

11 Horizon Point,

 

Los Altos Hills, CA 94022

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