Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 56

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Chapter 56

Yoomin’s mouth fell open at what Jaejun had said.

Heat quickly spread to her ears.

The longer Yoomin’s silence stretched, the more his quiet laughter could be heard through the phone.

Yoomin stared into space with confused eyes, then quickly looked around.

He had cleaned the table so thoroughly that it seemed impossible to check if the beer cans she drank yesterday were non-alcoholic.

-Hong Yoomin.

When he called Yoomin’s name without getting an answer, her wandering gaze landed on the entrance.

There was a black plastic bag containing something.

Yoomin hurriedly ran over and rummaged through the bag.

Inside were the liquor bottle and beer cans from yesterday.

Yoomin pulled out a crushed beer can.

Though crushed, she could clearly see the writing that said 0.00.

Yoomin dropped her shoulders weakly and spoke resentfully.

“Ah, Senior really… Why are you teasing me…”

-When did I tease you.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was non-alcoholic when I said I was getting tipsy…”

When she complained without the energy to be angry, an irrefutable response came back.

-I naturally thought you were drunk on the atmosphere.

Speechless, Yoomin just twisted and bit her lips before letting out a deep sigh.

-Wasn’t that it?

At his following question, Yoomin relaxed her tense body and answered.

“You’re right… I think I was drunk on the atmosphere.”

-So how was it?

Why was his quiet question so ticklish?

She clearly heard it with her ears, but her heart was fluttering, which was confusing.

-Hmm?

Even his urging sounded affectionate.

“Since I was the one who… rushed at you first, it was good. So what about you, Senior? Did you feel like being direct with me like in college?”

Even as Yoomin asked, something felt strange.

Wasn’t Jaejun currently doing his best to be direct with her?

That’s why he found her a place to live, bought her food, and held her like a beast.

Was Jaejun’s directness… even more powerful than this?

When no answer came while she was thinking, Yoomin called Jaejun again.

“…Senior?”

Only after a few more seconds of silence did his answer come.

-Yeah. Not yet. I want to watch what you do a little more.

Yoomin breathed in as if feeling bitter and nodded even though he couldn’t actually see her.

“I understand. I’ll work harder.”

-So there’s one more thing I’d like you to do.

Yoomin opened her eyes wide and asked.

“What is it?”

-I noticed when you were sleeping that your hands have healed a lot.

As soon as Yoomin heard that, she opened her palms to look.

The wounds from when she cut herself breaking a cup at the alumni reunion had indeed healed considerably.

It seemed to have recovered faster because she barely used her hands and they didn’t touch water while she was kidnapped and confined by Yun Bosal.

Should she consider this fortunate?

Yoomin smiled bitterly and answered.

“You’re right. I didn’t even realize they were healing.”

-Then there shouldn’t be any problem playing piano.

“Ah… Yes, that’s right.”

-What are you thinking of doing about the academy you were attending?

Yoomin pressed her lips tightly together and thought for a moment.

Anyway, from the moment she left Yoomin’s family home in Jaejun’s arms, she had resolved not to go anywhere near that neighborhood where the academy was located.

And since Yoomin’s family knew where she had worked, going back there would be like walking into a tiger’s den.

She definitely shouldn’t go anywhere near there.

“When I hang up with you, I’m going to call the Principal and tell her I’m quitting.”

-Then you’ll be unemployed now.

Yoomin frowned for a moment, then laughed as if it was absurd.

-Then would you tutor Seol Haneul?

Yoomin’s eyes widened like a rabbit’s as she asked back.

“You want me to tutor Seol Haneul?”

-Yeah. Seol Haneul isn’t going to school since coming to Korea and was lonely without anyone to talk to. That’s probably why he seemed to rely on you quite a bit.

Yoomin thought of Seol Haneul.

The small, thin child had been shy at first but later followed her well like an older sister.

When she taught him piano, he would nod with curious, childlike eyes and follow along well.

He also did the homework she gave him faithfully and well.

Besides that, whenever he had questions while using his phone or reading books at home, he would ask Yoomin anything.

It felt exactly like having a curious younger brother, and although Yoomin hadn’t been teaching Seol Haneul for long, she had secretly grown fond of him.

Perhaps it was because Seol Haneul had told her he lived with his father until he passed away and then came to Korea, which made her vaguely feel a sense of kinship with him.

So if she could become a friend to that young Seol Haneul, she wanted to.

“I’d like that, Senior.”

-Good. Then report to our house starting tomorrow. I’ll send the Driver for your commute. Oh, about the salary.

Yoomin answered “Yes” without much thought.

After all, when she agreed to tutor Seol Haneul, she wasn’t expecting money.

-The academy was basically 3 times a week, 60 minutes each. Of course, there were extra lesson fees for additional days when Seol Haneul wanted to play.

“Yes. I’m listening.”

-This time it’s all weekdays, 120 minutes each. There’s a 20-minute break in between, and break time counts as class time too.

Yoomin smiled faintly.

“Yes. Then please pay me hourly like at the academy.”

-Even though you dropped out, you were a Korea University student and I’ve heard plenty about your skills. 100,000 won per hour.

Yoomin narrowed her eyes and asked back.

“…What?”

-Is it too little?

“No, that’s not it.”

-Then I’ll write up the contract and send it. You can start work at 2 PM. The Driver will come to your house tomorrow.

“Senior! Wait a minute!”

-Your oppa has to go into a meeting.

Click.

The call ended.

Yoomin stared blankly at her phone with a flustered expression.

“Wait… So you’re telling me to come 2 hours a day, 5 days a week. That’s 1 million won a week… At least 4 million won a month?”

Yoomin was so shocked by the amount that was more than three times what she earned at the Piano Academy that her dry lips just moved helplessly.

Of course, Korea University students or graduates might receive that much, but she was a student who dropped out before even completing a year.

Just as her heart was about to feel heavy.

You got in with your own skills anyway. Dropping out wasn’t your choice. I know your talent, so I offered what wouldn’t be burdensome for you. If I had my way, I’d want to give you ten million won.

Yoomin was startled.

Did he send a text message in a hurry because he went into a meeting?

How does Jaejun always act as if he can read her mind?

Moreover, his words lingered heavily in one corner of her heart, warming the surroundings.

Yoomin felt grateful to Jaejun, who valued her more than she valued herself, and replied.

Yes. I won’t slack off and will take good care of Haneul.

After replying, she repeated exactly what Jaejun had said in her mouth. It felt like confidence was surging through her.

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After checking the reply from Yoomin, Jaejun put strength into his twitching lips.

It would be a disaster if he showed himself grinning while looking at his phone during a meeting.

With so many eyes watching.

Thinking he should maintain his dignity, he put away his phone and shifted his gaze diagonally.

A staff member was presenting a PPT regarding the suite room remodeling project.

A photo of the existing suite room’s living room was displayed on the screen.

At that moment, the kiss he shared with her on the sofa came to mind.

That soft sensation vividly filled his mouth, and he even remembered going all the way with her last night.

Just briefly thinking about it in his head made his lower body heavy and his center grew so much it felt like his suit pants would burst.

Fortunately, those sitting next to him were looking at the presenter.

He hurriedly pulled his chair further inward.

I’m going crazy.

Cursing himself internally, he quickly waited for his center to subside.

However, the sensation from yesterday that had once surfaced. Her skin that felt chewy like touching wet raw paper. That pretty face that looked into his eyes while crying out beneath him.

Like a magic spring, it kept gushing forth in his mind.

Proportionally, his center also became stiffer.

Even though the meeting had gone on for over 30 minutes, it showed no signs of shrinking.

You’re crazy, Seol Jaejun.

Go back down, please.

But the more he pleaded, the more Yoomin’s voice pleading to him overlapped in his ears.

“This concludes our meeting.”

The meeting ended with the moderator’s voice.

Everyone tidied up their seats and stood up, and executives nearby came close to Jaejun to greet him.

Jaejun forced a smile and uttered “Good work.”

After everyone had left, Kwon Secretary, who had been waiting outside, came in.

“Vice President?”

“….”

“Aren’t you getting up?”

He asked in a puzzled tone, looking at him sitting deep into the desk.

For the first time, heat rose to his ears in front of a subordinate.

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