The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 347

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The Chaebol’s Daughter Debuted
Chapter 347
In the nightmare I had last night, I clearly saw Han So-dam’s face.
Until now, the dreams had always proceeded from Han So-dam’s perspective, as if I had become her, but this time was different.
From a third-person viewpoint, I was watching them as one of the Crunch staff members.
The location appeared to be Crunch’s dormitory.
Not somewhere in the luxurious high-rise building from my first nightmare, but a narrow, shabby house.
In a space barely worthy of being called a living room, connected directly to the front door, clothes and belongings lay scattered everywhere, and through the wide-open door of the adjoining room, two bunk beds were crammed in tightly.
It was a small house that reminded me of Choux Cream’s old dormitory.
So I could tell right away. This was Crunch’s dormitory. I was almost certain.
In that cramped space, Han So-dam was surrounded by her Members.
“You’re dirty and you stink—could you just leave?”
“I can’t be in a group with someone who’s lost their mind. I wish you’d just withdraw on your own.”
The Members were hurling harsh words at Han So-dam.
Words far too cruel and brutal to be directed at someone you ate, slept, and lived with.
‘Is she being bullied?’
Was Han So-dam being ostracized within Crunch?
While Choux Cream got along well together, there were quite a few groups with internal harassment or isolated Members.
Had Han So-dam been a Member who was openly bullied?
With that thought, I watched their conversation unfold.
“How could you do something like that unless you were insane?”
“Did you really want to stand out that badly? I hate this.”
“Ugh, that’s enough. You guys, what’s the point in saying more? Hey, just get out. I can’t stand to look at you.”
The Members continued pouring criticism on Han So-dam. One of them even shoved her shoulder toward the entrance.
Yet Han So-dam said nothing, only hanging her head low.
Members spewing gossip with brutal cruelty. Among them was Jeon Ye-jin, whom I was currently working with.
The her in the dream was not the sociable, cheerful, and considerate person I knew.
She was the one hurling criticism at Han So-dam most passionately.
Why were they acting like this?
And why wasn’t Han So-dam saying anything, just listening?
As I watched her, a thick emotion flowed into me.
Sorrow, injustice, guilt, the desire to escape, and fear.
‘What on earth is happening here….’
Then I saw the Members pushing forward relentlessly.
People who only spewed harsh words at her.
But there was not a trace of sarcasm or mockery on their faces.
What showed was betrayal, and disappointment.
Not fighting or one-sided pressure, but something closer to a protest against a certain action.
“Did we ever ask you to do something like that? We said we’d try to get through this together somehow.”
“Ugh, guys, leave it alone, will you? I came to pack my stuff. I guess she wants to do broadcasts on her own and gain popularity.”
“No matter what, their methods are far too dirty.”
“Everyone, stop it. Han So-dam’s life is her own, isn’t it? You said you came to pack your luggage, right? Hurry up and get it together so we can go.”
Every word the Members spoke made Han So-dam’s emotions flow through me with such poignant sorrow.
No matter what she said or what excuses she offered, the result that had already occurred couldn’t be changed, and all she felt was the desire to escape this situation and run away.
In the end, Han So-dam ignored the Members, entered her room, barely gathered her clothes, and left the Dormitory.
Han So-dam wept. Carrying her meager luggage, she walked toward the busy Downtown district filled with people, crying like a small child.
Just a short time ago, she had been close with them—companions who had weathered storms together, comforting and being comforted as they encouraged each other to do better—and now they had become irreversibly estranged, with only the name Crunch barely remaining.
She was drowning in a despair that could deepen no further.
And then I awoke.
There was no lingering feeling. Despite Han So-dam in the dream crying so much, despite the sadness seeping deeply into my heart, when I woke, I prioritized understanding the situation over succumbing to sorrow.
The reason they had cornered Han So-dam and expressed their anger wasn’t detailed in the dream, but with the information I had gathered, there was much I could infer.
‘So I’ve learned the truth.’
What Han So-dam had done. It seemed the Members had discovered that Han So-dam had accepted a Sponsor.
While everyone was working hard together, planning for the future and cheering each other on, one Member had used the unsound method of accepting a Sponsor to secure schedules for herself alone.
If I had been one of Crunch’s Members, or if someone among Choux Cream’s Members had done this back then, I would surely have been gripped by both concern and considerable betrayal.
We had endured Sponsor offers but resolved not to do such things, to live proudly and without shame even if we failed.
But hadn’t I already seen Han So-dam’s circumstances sufficiently?
Explaining her situation to the Members would only make everything sound like excuses and become unnecessarily elaborate, but Han So-dam was also a Victim.
A Victim who had become a Traitor….
Now I understood why the previous dreams had been so bleak.
And I had also come to understand why Jeon Ye-jin had seemed uncomfortable when speaking about Han So-dam.
The Unfortunate Idol showed me this dream not to ask me to take the same revenge on her Members, but to help me understand why the distance between her and her Members had grown.
It was to show me that when I became entangled with Jeon Ye-jin, this was the nature of their relationship.
The Unfortunate Idol’s target for revenge was someone else entirely, wasn’t it?
Those people she had shown me several times before. The ones who raised their voices at Han So-dam, threatened her, and led her down the wrong path.
Before Jeon Ye-jin and I became entangled, the only dreams about the Members were of us working hard together.
In any case, Han So-dam in the dream wept bitterly and miserably as she left the Dormitory, and I had to feel every ounce of that emotion.
After exhausting my emotions in the dream and waking up, I was plagued by a heavy hangover.
Today was a day when I wanted to do nothing.
“Ugh, fine. I understand about Ji-ye. You must be in quite a state if you’re skipping your workout.”
“What?! Why are you treating only Ji-ye differently? When we say we’re skipping workouts, you drag us there by force!”
When Min Ha-young burst out, Han Da-min chuckled as if unbothered.
“Ji-ye is different from you two! Ji-ye is the type who overexerts herself even when told to rest, while you two are just being dramatic.”
“Wow, the Leader is discriminating against her Members.”
“Yep~ Whether it’s discrimination or whatever, today everyone except Ji-ye is going to the Gym. Okay?”
“We’re also suffering from bad hangovers?”
“It’s fine. You don’t look that bad. Is anyone here more hungover than me?”
“….”
When the Members had nothing to say, Han Da-min smiled and spoke.
“Let’s go. Ji-ye, take care of your Condition Management. We have a Concept meeting tomorrow, so you need to be in perfect shape by then.”
“Yes.”
Han Da-min led the Members toward the Gym.
I remained home alone for the first time in a while, enjoying a peaceful rest.
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The next afternoon, barely any time had passed since the Concert ended, yet the Company was already operating in full overdrive mode.
Either Our Staff Members lacked any concept of rest, or they were intoxicated by the dopamine rush from the Concert’s success.
A meeting for the next Album concept just two days after the Concert ended—it was relentless.
Even forced marches weren’t this brutal.
Of course, I was grateful that they were working so hard for us, but I couldn’t help but worry about overwork with such a demanding Schedule.
Regardless, we found ourselves in the Conference Room.
We were in the midst of the Concept meeting.
“This Concept isn’t quite an Image transformation, but what if we attempted something a bit different?”
“Something different?”
At the Employee’s words, everyone’s gaze shifted to the Monitor screen connected to the Laptop.
“When you say something different, it makes me a bit nervous.”
“I don’t think we should attempt anything too bold yet. Our current Concept is taking root and doing well.”
At the concerned remarks from the other Employees, the Planning Team Employee presenting the proposal grinned reassuringly.
“It’s not like that. I’m thinking we should go with a Concept that’s right at the minimum line—something we can only do right now.”
The Monitor screen changed.
[Teens, Youth]
“What if we step back slightly from the existing Classical elegance and sing about the Youth of our teens? Something like the Horizon Concept that Fans loved from Start Plan, for instance.”

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