The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 203

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The Chaebol’s Daughter Has Debuted

Chapter 203

“Good morning, everyone!”

“Come on, wake up! You need to wash up and get ready!”

The day of the concert.

I frowned and opened my eyes at the hands shaking me noisily.

What time is it? Did everyone wash up already?”

“Oh no. There goes Ryu Ji-ye again. You’re trying to sleep more until all the members finish washing up, aren’t you? No way, no way.”

It was a time-honored method I often used on particularly tiring mornings, but it didn’t work today.

I had no chance to resist as Han Da-min forcefully grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

“You’re always the last one to wake up, princess. Today you go wash up first.”

I dodged Han Da-min’s hand patting my butt and looked around the messy room.

Song-i sleeping curled up in a corner wrapped in her blanket.

Min Ha-young sleeping spread-eagle in the middle of the room, having apparently talked in her sleep as noisily as her personality.

And Seo Ra-eun sleeping uncomfortably, crushed under one of Min Ha-young’s legs.

This Han Da-min only woke me up after all.

“What the… No one else got up.”

I timidly expressed my grievance as I headed to the bathroom.

As soon as I left the room, I heard Min Ha-young being forcibly woken up behind me.

“Ack! My back! Oh, unnie, sorry sorry. I was sleeping on top of you.”

“Min Ha-young’s sleep talking is insane. I woke up several times from getting kicked by your feet! You human!”

Pfft. I eavesdropped on the scolding that came as if they’d been waiting, and stretched to completely shake off my drowsiness.

Yesterday we went to bed quite late after finishing intense practice and rehearsal, then chatting with the members.

Fortunately, my condition wasn’t bad.

Though I was a bit worried since Song-i seemed to have cried a lot.

When I shuffled to the bathroom, washed up and came out, the members were still lying around the living room, drowsy.

“Anyone awake? Go wash up.”

“Alright!”

At my words, Min Ha-young sprang up from the sofa.

Mm, Min Ha-young’s condition doesn’t seem bad either, fortunately.

The problem was that the other two were sitting there unable to properly open their eyes.

“Are you okay? Your eyes are really swollen.”

I mean, Song-i is one thing, but when did Seo Ra-eun cry again?

Seo Ra-eun must have been mixed in with the crying sounds I heard yesterday.

“Oh no, what are we going to do if our team’s visual members are like this? Wait a moment.”

I hurriedly found ice packs and distributed them to the members.

Still, well, they were quite swollen but both of them seemed to be in okay condition.

Though Song-i was still clutching her phone and sighing deeply.

“Hey kids, are you up? I mean, how many bathrooms are there in this house that you’re waiting for other members to finish washing up?”

Shortly after, the manager came in, nagging the members and pushing the unwashed members into the bathroom attached to the room.

“Those who finished washing, eat. I bought salads and sandwiches in case you wouldn’t eat before the concert.”

“Yes.”

We finished preparing under the manager’s efficient instructions and left the dormitory.

“The air feels different on performance days. Right now it feels like going to take the college entrance exam.”

“Ah, I know what you mean. Wow, this day really came.”

In the car heading to the concert hall, Min Ha-young muttered while looking out the window.

The concert preparation period that felt unusually long, perhaps due to the severe emotional stress we all went through.

We kept saying let’s endure a little more, let’s try to hold on, and before we knew it, it was the day of the concert.

Since we had secretly reached a crisis point where the group’s existence was at stake, it felt all the more meaningful.

Then Song-i, who had been looking at her phone the whole time, touched her forehead, turned off her phone, and handed it to the manager.

“Unnie, please hold onto my phone.”

“Your phone? Why?”

“I think I’m addicted to my phone.”

“Right, Song-i is indeed addicted to her phone.”

Han Da-min said with a giggle.

“She really just looks at her phone all day long.”

“Song-i has a lot of friends, that’s why. I’m jealous, so jealous.”

“What are you talking about.”

Song-i replied curtly and turned her gaze to the window.

She probably made the excuse about phone addiction, but she likely wanted to focus during the concert by getting away from worrying about her parents.

Manager Seong Ji-soo nodded without saying much and took Song-i’s phone.

Soon the concert hall began to appear outside the window.

“Wow, look at those slogans. It’s been so long.”

Fans near the audition hall were standing with slogans and light sticks that were used on Start Plan.

“If you get in line now, you’ll have to wait quite a while.”

“Why do I feel like crying already.”

The scene that felt like returning to the past made my heart feel touched for no reason.

And the concert hall we arrived at shortly after.

We waved to the cameras installed throughout the corridor from the entrance as we headed to the waiting room.

“I feel like I’m back to Start Plan days.”

Everything was being filmed similarly to Start Plan.

My tension began to rise naturally from the strange sense of familiarity.

“This sofa! This is the sofa where Ji-ye and I always used to lie down and sleep while waiting during Start Plan.”

“Wow, they brought the waiting room furniture and props from Start Plan exactly as they were.”

I knew that part of the concert content would be broadcast, but I didn’t expect them to prepare this thoroughly.

We excitedly walked around the waiting room talking about memories of Start Plan, then naturally took our respective positions just like we did in the waiting room during the previous filming.

I always used to sit at opposite ends of the sofa with Min Ha-young, waiting for our turn.

This time too, I sat on the sofa, used my bag as a cushion, and took out my phone.

‘Should I send a message to Choi Gyo-young?’

Lately, as if some dopamine was circulating, he’s been focusing on tracking Song-i’s mother’s movements.

It’s been a while since I contacted him, so there might be new information.

What are you doing. Please report on how those two are doing

I sent a casual message to the group chat I made with Choi Gyo-young and Gu Beom-tae, then opened SNS.

There wasn’t much else to do.

I was browsing through posts from fans who came to see the concert after searching for Start Plan.

Gu Beom-tae PD

What do you mean what am I doing. I’m busy as hell preparing for your concert;;

Choi Gyo-young

I came to see the Start Plan concert. I’m in the press section

Gu Beom-tae PD

All three of us are in the same place

“Ah.”

An awkward laugh escaped from my embarrassment.

Of course. Beom-tae is the youngest staff member of Start Plan and Choi Gyo-young is a reporter, so it’s natural for him to attend the most talked-about concert for coverage.

Reporter Choi Gyo-young, aren’t you a social affairs reporter? You’re playing around following the entertainment section…

Feeling embarrassed, I nitpicked for no reason, and a reply came back quickly.

Choi Gyo-young

Where would there be separate social affairs and entertainment sections in this small company? If the boss says go, you go. Ji-ye, do you have any thoughts of starting a media company?

No

Haha I understand. Shall we meet separately later? I actually have some information to pass along

Yes

Knock knock.

While I was giggling and chatting with the two of them, I heard a familiar voice along with the knocking sound.

“We’re U&DA. May we come in~”

“Of course~”

I smiled at their obviously playful voice, turned off my mobile phone, and welcomed them in.

***

“How firm.”

Choi Gyo-young chuckled and put away his mobile phone.

Then he looked around the audition hall widely.

It had been quite a while since he came to a concert for coverage.

…Actually, as Ryu Ji-ye said, coverage was just an excuse and he simply came to watch the performance.

Despite staying in contact with Ryu Ji-ye almost daily, it seemed like he had hardly ever actually watched her performances.

Since there was no need to watch performances just to create controversy, he had mostly just watched broadcast content.

Even when he did get to see actual performances, he was busy looking for corrupt relationships between Hong Jin and UNET, so he hadn’t taken much interest in the trainees’ performances.

Only recently had he begun to wonder why this twenty-year-old girl, no, now twenty-one-year-old girl he contacted daily, was so popular.

That’s why he decided to cover this performance, even though there wouldn’t be much newsworthy material.

Ding!

Reporter Jin Ju-seong

Song Geum-yeong contacted Prince Daily. She’ll probably contact us too, so would you like to handle it, Team Leader?

“Ah.”

Song Geum-yeong.

An actress known as the queen of morning dramas and Choi Song-i’s mother.

She was the main reason he’d been contacting Ryu Ji-ye recently.

“The more I see of this person, really…”

Everyone in the entertainment industry already knew that Song Geum-yeong’s personality was more peculiar than anyone else’s, as she had been known for her exceptional love for her daughter since long ago.

Pretending to be nice then turning scary, or having a dual personality.

He knew various stories were circulating, but even Choi Gyo-young couldn’t help but be shocked when he heard about her from Ryu Ji-ye.

Who would think that someone with such tremendous love for her daughter would prepare lawsuits and manipulate public opinion against the group and company her daughter belongs to.

I’ll handle it.

I can’t let my new source of income get ruined.

Choi Gyo-young fidgeted with his inner pocket containing cigarettes and looked around once more.

The audience seats that had been completely empty were gradually filling up.

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