Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Yoomin swallowed her fear and walked even faster.

After reaching a relatively main road, she whipped around to look behind her.

The car that had been following her screeched to a sudden stop.

Was it really following me?

When Yoomin glared at the car with wary eyes, the rear window rolled down.

“Oh my, you’re quite perceptive.”

It was CEO Kim Byeongtae.

“Ha.”

Yoomin let out an irritated sigh.

She had come out to wash away her foul mood, but encountering Byeongtae seemed to contaminate her feelings even more.

“Want to get in for a moment?”

“No.”

“You’ll regret it if you don’t?”

Yoomin sighed so only she could hear and said.

“Am I crazy enough to get in? Did you forget how you tried to forcibly drag me away earlier? Your face must be covered with about 100 meters of steel plating.”

“Keuuu.”

CEO Kim clicked his tongue and started clapping.

“The more I see you, the more charming you are.”

Yoomin frowned as if she had heard something she shouldn’t have.

“But what was with that bastard earlier? Is he your boyfriend?”

“…No, he’s not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Right. You said he wasn’t?”

Yoomin clenched both fists as she watched CEO Kim grinning while looking her up and down in a disgusting manner.

“Earlier…”

“Hm?”

“Earlier, I was caught off guard and pushed by Yoomin’s family into meeting you for a matchmaking.”

“Hmm?”

“I haven’t agreed to anything with Yoomin’s family. I mean I have no intention of having an after-meeting or marriage with you. So I hope we never have to see each other again.”

Yoomin bowed her head with the meaning of never wanting to see him again, then resumed walking.

“I just met with Yun Bosal earlier, you know?”

Then, she heard words she couldn’t ignore.

When Yoomin stopped abruptly, the car smoothly pulled up beside her.

The moment she found herself face to face with CEO Kim in the back seat, CEO Kim curled up the corners of his mouth unpleasantly and asked.

“Aren’t you curious why Yoomin’s family wants to marry you off to me instead of your cousin? Turns out it wasn’t a coincidence?”

Yoomin moistened her dry lips with her tongue.

She was actually curious.

Even if she didn’t believe in shamanism, wouldn’t it feel terrible if someone was wishing for her to die in their place?

She wanted to know for certain if what she was thinking was correct.

“I’ll tell you, so hurry up and get in! Let’s go have an early dinner somewhere and I’ll let you know.”

Yoomin shook her head, remembering how Byeongtae had tried to drag her away earlier while handing her a room key.

Am I crazy enough to walk directly into a tiger’s den?

“No thanks. There’s a decent place to talk nearby. If you want to tell me, you can follow me.”

Yoomin turned her head sharply forward again.

And she walked toward the Piano Academy where she worked.

There was a regular snack shop near the academy.

If they talked there, even if Byeongtae tried to harm her, the owner lady would call the police.

While thinking about what story about Yoomin’s family Byeongtae might tell her, she had arrived in front of the snack shop before she knew it.

“Oh? Teacher Yoomin, today isn’t your work day, is it?”

The lady who was stirring tteokbokki with a ladle at the outdoor cooking station greeted her.

“Hello, boss. I came out for a walk. Could I get one serving of tteokbokki?”

“Sure. Have a seat.”

Yoomin responded to the friendly lady with a gentle smile and quickly went inside the shop.

The lady was bringing the tteokbokki on a plate when CEO Kim slipped in behind her.

The lady, who turned around sensing someone’s presence, was startled.

“Oh my goodness, what a surprise!”

“What are you so surprised about, lady?”

“A big guy like you moving around quietly like a ghost without feet would startle anyone.”

The lady reacted even more sharply to Byeongtae’s sharp tone.

Byeongtae coughed awkwardly, patted the lady’s shoulder, and quickly sat down across from Yoomin.

As if she couldn’t believe he was Yoomin’s companion, the lady raised her eyebrows and looked at Yoomin.

“Miss Yoomin… Do you know this man?”

Yoomin smiled awkwardly and answered.

“Yes. We’ll have a little chat.”

The lady went outside without responding, then quickly came back in and placed something in front of Yoomin.

It was a plate of steaming hot fish cake soup.

“The soup is incredibly hot.”

Then she leaned forward and whispered in Yoomin’s ear.

“If he tries anything funny, splash it on him. I’ll be your witness. But really, what is our young teacher doing with someone like that-“

“I can hear everything, lady.”

Byeongtae said incredulously while tapping the table.

“What’s wrong with you? Your ears work just fine for an old man.”

“I’ve been watching and watching, but-“

Just as Byeongtae was about to stand up with glaring eyes.

Yoomin spoke in a heavy voice.

“So what’s this story about our Yoomin’s family you wanted to tell me?”

“Phew.”

Byeongtae let out a big sigh as if suppressing his anger, then sat back down.

“Stop being stubborn and marry your oppa. Oppa doesn’t have much time, you see. And marrying me would be easier for you too.”

“…”

“Your uncle is a really rotten bastard. If you live with oppa, oppa will get revenge for you. Hm?”

Yoomin barely swallowed her nausea and said.

“Why is my uncle a rotten person, and what kind of revenge are you talking about?”

Byeongtae smiled meaningfully and tapped the table with his index finger.

“Your cousin, you know.”

“Yes.”

“She was originally destined to die young?”

“So what?”

“He firmly believes that if he keeps a child nearby to take on all the bad luck instead of his daughter, his daughter will live long. That’s why he made you take expensive piano lessons for 2 years to get you into the same university as his daughter, and eventually got you both into music school together, right? Wow. The more I think about it, what amazing parents.”

So in the end, what I suspected was right.

Yoomin turned away from the despair rising inside her and said.

“I think I’ve heard enough. I don’t believe in shamans and stuff like that.”

“Sure. You can choose not to believe. But here’s the thing. The money Yun Bosal receives for praying 365 days a year for all your cousin’s misfortune to go to you is a thousand per month.”

“…”

“Your uncle spends 120 million won a year on something invisible. You think that’s all? He probably holds rituals periodically wishing for bad things to happen to you, right? How much does one of those rituals cost? So how much does he spend in a year?”

“…Excuse me. Whether he does that or not, I don’t believe in that stuff-“

“Geez, really. Does your brain not work? So listen, kid.”

“…”

“It’s not important that you don’t believe in such things~ Right?”

Suddenly, Kim Byeongtae reached out and snatched Yoomin’s fork away.

Then he picked up a piece of tteokbokki, bit into it, and continued speaking nonchalantly.

“Think about whether people that crazy about shamanism wouldn’t do anything to you~ Do you understand?”

Goosebumps instantly rose all over her skin.

For the first time, Byeongtae had said something right.

Simply put, it meant that those fallen into a cult wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to her.

“Who knows? If you refuse to marry me and that daughter coincidentally gets hurt or experiences something bad, do you think those people will leave you alone?”

He was right.

If Suji got hurt after she failed to connect with Byeongtae.

They would torment her beyond imagination, saying it was because of her.

“Now do you understand? So come over to oppa’s side. Then I’ll pay all your dad’s hospital bills in advance and help you destroy your family completely. How about it? Sounds tempting?”

As he spoke, Byeongtae, who had already finished the tteokbokki, had gochujang on his lips.

Looking at that gochujang made her feel nauseous and dizzy.

Just like the situation she was in.

She missed her dad.

Should she stop by the hospital?

* * *

Jaejun put down his empty coffee cup.

He hadn’t even managed to do the undercover hotel inspection he’d planned before taking office, and was on his second cup of coffee.

It was because meeting his detestable first love at an unexpected moment had left his mind completely jumbled.

“Young master.”

Just then, Yongil, whom he’d sent on an errand, returned.

Jaejun furrowed his brow and gestured for Yongil to sit in front of him.

Yongil immediately sat across from Jaejun and pulled out the information he’d been waiting for.

“First, this is Hong Yoomin’s home address. She moved to a place not too far from where she lived during university.”

Jaejun scanned the address written on the note Yongil had written and handed him, then asked.

“Is she still living with Yoomin’s family? Did you confirm she actually went into the house?”

“Ah… Well, that’s…”

Yongil stammered with a diminished voice.

Jaejun slowly raised his gaze to look at him.

“What is it.”

Yongil glanced at Jaejun’s expression, then handed over his phone displaying a photo.

As Jaejun took his phone, his eyebrows began to rise crookedly.

What was on the screen was Hong Yoomin and that little finger sitting side by side in a snack shop, eating tteokbokki.

Ah… Fuck.

“Did the two of them go for a second round?”

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