If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 52
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Episode 52
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December 23rd, 1999.
When Jeong Hyeon-gyo came down to the 1st floor for breakfast, everyone fell into shocked silence.
“…Hy, Hyeon-gyo, you’re here? How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine now. My mind was complicated, but thanks to Sing-a, it’s much clearer. I’m sorry for worrying you all this time.”
“No… What fault could you have?”
“Please don’t mind me and continue eating. Ma’am, I’ll just have some simple soup and rice. You don’t need to prepare anything more troublesome.”
“Yes, yes! Young master. Just a moment.”
I sensitively felt the gazes of people looking at me, especially how the elderly couple’s eyes changed.
The madam with a bright smile looked at me almost like her own granddaughter.
‘Hmm hmm. Did you see that? This is the sunshine strategy~.’
Deciding early on to be good to Jeong Hyeon-gyo was ultimately a very good choice!
Now that causality has been twisted, there shouldn’t be anything to frustrate me anymore, right?
I glanced at Jeong Hyeon-gyo eating across from me with a pleased feeling.
Even his chopstick handling was as refined as a scholar in an oriental painting.
Who could imagine yesterday’s haggard appearance from that neatly composed figure?
Jeong Hyeon-gyo, wearing a light blue Polo Ralph Lauren shirt with a Missoni knit vest layered over it, had the distinctive elegance of the 90s.
‘The scar and eyepatch are the only flaws.’
Still, perhaps due to the scholarly atmosphere deeply ingrained in his attitude, he didn’t look vulgar in anything he wore, making him wonderful to look at.
Already being one of the nation’s top young prodigies, even if he doesn’t become a prosecutor general in the future, whatever he does will be smooth sailing, and he’ll become a remarkable person.
And…
‘The flower that such a Jeong Hyeon-gyo treasures is me~!’
“Try this, Sing-a. It’s mixed with citron syrup and tastes good. It’ll suit your taste.”
“Yes~ Oppa~.”
It seems little Seosing-a’s cold calculation to become a single lily that Jeong Hyeon-gyo would place on his palm and cherish like a treasure has succeeded too quickly~.
“Hyeon-gyo knows our daughter’s taste better than I do? How thoughtful. The person who becomes Hyeon-gyo’s wife later will be lucky!”
“Then Suk-yeong should claim him as a son-in-law early and take him away.”
“What? Hahaha. Mother~ If you say that, I’ll really snatch him away~ Who would refuse such son-in-law material?”
“Isn’t Sing-a the same? If I could get such a cute and kind granddaughter as a daughter-in-law, I wouldn’t trade her even for a thousand gold.”
…?
Am I the only one feeling this?
Something… isn’t the direction of this conversation flowing a bit strangely?
I stared blankly at the madam and Mother, whose atmosphere was becoming increasingly harmonious.
Having stayed here for over three days, I noticed that the Eun family was half-chaebol level, making it puzzling why they married their only daughter to Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s father, who came from humble origins.
Just looking at the mansion’s history, it was a very prestigious family, and moreover, wasn’t Madam Bae from the Bae family?
If the Eun family was half-chaebol, the Bae family was the real deal.
Bae Tae-ak’s nickname at Yewon is ‘Prince Bae’!
Not only were the family-related rumors extraordinary, but I heard there were countless high-ranking officials from both business and political circles.
And what’s the characteristic of such families?
Early arranged marriages!
These were people for whom arranging marriages from childhood was as natural as breathing!
‘No, no. I’m just being overly sensitive-‘
“As Suk-yeong knows, Yeon-ju is my only child in this lifetime. Even though Hyeon-gyo is a Jeong, I really raised him like my own grandson. I’m old and don’t wish for anything more. I only hope to arrange our Hyeon-gyo’s match with my own hands before I die… What else would an old person’s wish be?”
‘Sensitive my foot!!!’
“Mother…! Yes, that’s right. My mother was the same…”
Wait, wait! Wait!
I could see Mrs. Bang smoothly walking into the death trap that the madam was dazzlingly deploying, praising me then acting wistful.
That unbelievable golden child mom!
‘I don’t want to be tied down before I’m even ten!’
Just as I was frantically trying to say something.
Clang!
The atmosphere that had been ripening was broken.
The startled adults all turned to look in one direction.
Under their gazes, Jeong Hyeon-hye raised both hands and said indifferently.
“My hand slipped.”
“…You should be careful. Really, for a girl to be so clumsy.”
As the employees busily came and went cleaning up the broken cup pieces, the conversation flow that had been almost concluded was also cut off.
The madam asked as if to salvage the situation.
“What do you think, Hyeon-gyo? About Sing-a. Isn’t she really nice?”
“She’s good. So good that I want to make her my sworn sister.”
“Sworn siblings? Oh my, Hyeon-gyo, you’ve been watching dramas too? Originally they start as oppa and dongsaeng, then call each other honey and darling! Your grandfather and I were like that too. Giggle.”
‘That irresponsible golden child auntie…’
I wanted to possess the spirit of a divine child and scold my clueless mother right away, but before I could step forward, the madam hurriedly said.
“You immature child. Even as sworn siblings, he’s still a man. How can you compare that to taking her as a wife and becoming one family?”
“Even married couples often live worse than strangers. Rather than living like that, stable siblings are better.”
At those words, the madam’s lips, which had been holding a smile, stiffened momentarily.
Jeong Hyeon-gyo put down his chopsticks and continued calmly.
“Besides.”
“…”
“Sing-a is too precious to marry me. Isn’t that right, Grandmother, Grandfather?”
“…”
“…”
The dining table instantly became chilly.
The smile completely disappeared from the madam’s kind face, and Jeong Hyeon-gyo’s grandfather, who had been silent throughout, also coughed uncomfortably.
There seemed to be some implicit current flowing between the grandfather and grandson that only they understood.
What could it be?
‘It doesn’t seem like they’re just talking about Professor Eun Yeon-ju’s affair…’
Even the golden child lady, who had sold her sense for taffy, looked at me and mouthed ‘why is the atmosphere like this?’ I sent her a signal to please restrain herself.
“When are we leaving? I need to go to school.”
It was Jeong Hyeon-hye again who cut through the atmosphere.
Over the past few days, Jeong Hyeon-hye had been noticeably quiet.
Perhaps because she had hidden the sharp thorns she used to raise whenever she saw me, she looked more like her brother than before.
“…Right. Students should be devoted to school life. I’ve told them to have the car ready. We’ll take you to the terminal.”
“Excuse me, sir.”
An employee who had been waiting on the side quickly interjected.
“I was just about to mention this, but it’s started snowing. You’ll need to wait a bit.”
“Oh my? Really! It’s snowing?”
Following Mother’s surprised voice, I also looked toward the window.
Indeed. It’s snowing…
“…”
No. Wait a minute…
Could snow… originally pour down to that extent?
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“Trapped because of snow?”
Heavy snow fell in Gangwon Province.
Between the Seoul-Samcheok route lies Daegwallyeong. The mountain range of Baekdudaegan, famous for its cold, doesn’t easily let people pass once snow falls.
Unable to move an inch, they had no choice but to wait indefinitely.
It was practically isolation.
“No, no! Don’t push yourself. It’s dangerous. Cheong-song and I are fine, so don’t worry and stay there a few more days.”
Rampa Lim listened to Seo Shin-hyeon’s anxious voice trying to dissuade him while glancing sideways at the calendar.
December 23rd, 1999.
How long would it take for the snow to melt?
Probably more than a day or two wouldn’t be enough.
‘But this is a natural disaster.’
In the middle of the call, Seo Shin-hyeon handed him the receiver.
With a voice full of guilt, Seosing-a held onto him and chattered away explaining the situation.
Rampa Lim leaned against the wall, listening to the whining from the other side with an amused heart and wearing a gentle smile.
“Yeah. It’s okay. Of course. Who cares about birthdays? Do I look like that kind of person to you? …Hm? What even is vanity? Ah~ okay. Hahaha. Right. You’re absolutely right. I was being vain.”
…
“No. Shh, don’t cry. I’m saying it’s okay because it really is okay. As you know, my birthday is so sacred that there are already plenty of people celebrating it. If you feel that sorry, take care of it next year.”
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“Yeah. I miss you too…”
Mixing in jokes as usual. Acting like nothing was wrong.
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