Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 20

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Chapter 20

As dusk began to fall, Jaejun passed through the headquarters 1st floor lobby and headed out the main entrance.

“Vice President!”

Yongil, who had been waiting in advance, followed alongside and asked.

“Did your conversation with the Chairman go well?”

He had faithfully come after his father’s afternoon message to briefly visit headquarters, but ended up listening to his father’s one-sided talk for about three hours.

Though he could easily go without sleep for two days, his father’s nagging was an exception.

It made even his healthy self wither away.

It was a bad habit only the family knew about – whenever having a serious conversation, he would always drink whiskey while talking.

And once he finished that entire bottle of whiskey, the story would repeat endlessly from then on.

In other words, he had spent three hours listening to the same story over and over again.

Now that you’ve come to Korea, this is the beginning.

You need to get your act together.

She’s our mother, but your grandmother is not someone to be taken lightly.

Your mother may look young, but she’s a pitiful person.

“Vice President?”

Jaejun lightly tossed the car keys to Yongil as if he had no energy left to answer.

Yongil reflexively caught the keys.

“Let’s go eat. I’ve had an empty stomach since morning and I’m dying.”

“Why didn’t you take care of your meals? From the inauguration ceremony the day after tomorrow, such things cannot happen, so please keep that in mind.”

Jaejun, who had been walking, glanced at him sideways.

Yongil continued confidently.

“I’ll always take care of you by your side, Vice President. Hahaha.”

Jaejun’s already empty stomach felt like it was about to churn even more.

Come to think of it, he had forgotten while being separated from Kwon Yongil during his studies abroad.

That Kwon Yongil, his friend and secretary, was the owner of tremendous flattery.

Feeling like he would be another person to tire him out after his father, he suddenly wanted to cancel dinner.

“Let’s just skip the meal.”

Yongil, who had been cheerfully opening the back door of Jaejun’s car, raised both eyebrows.

At that moment, the image of Hong Yoomin came to mind – how she had gone to borrow wedding funds from a moneylender and then bought chrysanthemum bread, their memorable food they had eaten together so many times.

“Ha.”

“Yes?”

Though he wanted to rest right away, hearing more detailed information about Hong Yoomin that Yongil had investigated was the priority.

“Let’s go. Secretary Kwon can choose the menu.”

“Leave it to me!”

Secretary Kwon answered in an excited tone, seemingly very pleased to be having dinner alone with his friend after a long time.

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The place the two arrived at was a Western restaurant.

The average age of customers visiting the establishment appeared to be around mid-twenties.

It was noisy, and looking at the menu board on the wall, the prices were quite affordable.

He couldn’t understand why he had been brought to such a place.

Was he perhaps worried about his financial situation?

Or… was he trying to treat him as a welcome-back gift for his friend’s return after a long time?

Either way, it was all undesirable.

Since he needed to hear about Yoomin, he had expected to be taken to a high-end Korean traditional restaurant or Japanese restaurant – somewhere with private rooms.

However, the tables were close together and the noise from the front, back, and side tables was so loud that he couldn’t even hear Yongil’s voice properly.

“Ha, shit…”

When he unconsciously let out a sighed curse, Yongil, who had been scanning the menu, said he couldn’t hear properly and slightly lifted his bottom from the chair, leaning toward Jaejun.

“What did you say, Vice President?”

He looked at him with an unreadable expression instead of answering.

However, Yongil was so absorbed in choosing the menu that he didn’t think to read Jaejun’s mood.

He wasn’t like this during university – what did he eat wrong alone in Korea for five years?

Well, if you think about it that way, Hong Yoomin is also completely different from when she was a college student.

Except for still being insanely beautiful.

“Vice President. Should we just order all the recommended dishes here?”

“What?”

“The portions aren’t that big anyway. One pizza, one bongole, one rose pasta each, one steak, cream oyster risotto, gnocchi, salad. How about it?”

“…”

“Even ordering all this only costs 120,000 won. Of course, it would be different if we add alcohol.”

“…”

“Vice President, you’re someone with tremendously excellent business acumen. Considering this is University Street, the variety of menu items and these prices. Plus the interior targeting the younger generation. What do you think?”

Jaejun, who had been leaning back against his chair, rested his arms on the table and beckoned him with his middle finger.

It meant to bring his ear closer.

Yongil brought his face closer with an expectant expression.

“Do you want to hear my honest assessment?”

“Yes. A very honest assessment.”

Sigh.

Jaejun was already sensitive from hunger, and with Yongil asking for such an absurd evaluation, he gave a completely cold response.

“Fucking terrible.”

“…”

“This place is terrible and your sense in bringing your hungry boss to such a noisy place is also terrible.”

“…”

“Fix it.”

He was about to say, “Since we’re here, hurry up and order something,” when it happened.

A middle-aged woman’s voice could be heard from behind.

“Yongil!”

Soon she approached right next to their table.

At the voice that seemed very familiar, Jaejun very slowly turned his head to the side.

Soon his heart nearly stopped.

Still as girlish and cute as she was during college days…

“Oh my, Jaejun! It’s been so long~ Yongil said he was bringing you, but I told him not to bring you since you must be busy.”

It was Yongil’s mother.

“But thank you for coming to celebrate the restaurant opening. I designed everything from start to finish and developed all the menu items myself.”

For the first time today, cold sweat began to form on Jaejun’s forehead.

This was his second ordeal after Hong Yoomin.

“Have you chosen your menu? I’m treating, so eat everything you want before you go. Got it?”

Though shocked enough for his heart to freeze, Jaejun didn’t show it and immediately stood up to bow to Yongil’s mother.

“If I had known this was a restaurant you opened, I wouldn’t have come empty-handed. It’s been years since I’ve seen you, and I was too thoughtless.”

“Don’t say such things, Jaejun. You’re just Yongil’s friend, right? But our Jaejun… oh my… you could just walk straight onto a runway like this.”

Jaejun found his usual pace while hiding his surprised heart.

“You still look like you’re in your thirties.”

“Oh, you. Hoho. Anyway, I need to go back to the kitchen, so eat well before you leave, okay?”

Jaejun bowed once more.

After Yongil’s mother left, Jaejun looked at Yongil and slowly sat down.

“Secretary Kwon is excellent.”

“…”

“The menu selection and location are all perfect.”

Yongil shook his head as if dumbfounded.

All Jaejun could do there was pretend not to know and change the subject.

“By the way.”

However, Yongil knew that Jaejun hadn’t spoken negatively about his mother’s store with any malice, so he coolly let it slide.

“You asked me to have dinner together because you’re curious about information regarding Hong Yoomin, right?”

Jaejun wiped away all playfulness and engaged in the conversation.

“Yeah. Tell me what you’ve found out.”

“First, what we know is that Hong Yoomin attended Korean University but dropped out and went to study abroad in Germany. And that what’s registered on the documents are her uncle and aunt, not her biological parents.”

“Mm.”

“Looking into how that came to be, Hong Yoomin’s family was quite wealthy when she was young. They lived in Yongin and were local influential figures. They operated an auto parts factory quite extensively in the region. The owner couple had such good character that they were deeply trusted by the neighborhood people and employees. Then when Hong Yoomin was seven years old, there was a fire.”

Jaejun, who had been reaching for his water glass to drink, paused.

“What? A fire?”

“Yes. There were many Vietnamese foreigners at the time, and one of them committed arson. He’s already served his prison sentence and been released.”

“What was the reason for the arson?”

“He had many complaints against the boss.”

The pieces don’t fit together.

They were deeply trusted by the neighborhood people and employees.

But one employee harbored enough resentment to commit arson at the factory?

Something smells fishy.

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