The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 351

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The Chaebol’s Daughter Debuted
Chapter 351
I was genuinely delighted to see this Main Mission.
In fact, it might be the most welcome and easiest Main Mission I’d encountered so far.
The fact that this appeared as a Mission meant that the secret about Han So-dam I was currently uncovering and speculating about was accurate, and I was drawing close enough to the truth for it to warrant appearing as a Mission.
‘Then it was the right call to have Gu Beom-tae conduct the investigation instead of Choi Gyo-young.’
I just needed to wait for Gu Beom-tae to finish his investigation.
***
Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.
Choi Gyo-young was timid and imaginative, but in exchange, he brought information swiftly and provided regular progress reports.
Gu Beom-tae, however, was different. He fearlessly poked around and investigated well, but without any interim reports or updates, he’d simply vanish, only to reappear with results when I’d nearly forgotten about it.
He could at least tell me if it was going to take a while.
If it were Choi Gyo-young, I could push for updates, but since Gu Beom-tae was the Variety Show Junior PD and busy, even nagging him would make me look like the bad person.
‘Wasn’t he supposed to have moved past being the youngest member by now?’
Regardless, he hadn’t sent any word.
Since he was the type to honestly say he couldn’t find information if he truly couldn’t, I decided to interpret his silence as a good sign.
Meanwhile, work on the next album was progressing steadily.
The Title Track had been decided.
Youth of the Teens.
Fitting the concept, this time it was a refreshing band-sound track that strayed somewhat from elegance.
A song that felt good from just one listen. On top of that, it had a metallic edge to it, perhaps aimed at overseas markets.
Though it felt vastly different from FLORA’s existing image, everyone unanimously agreed to make this the Title Track—a song with no divisive opinions.
Instead, the album tracks would be filled with songs that matched FLORA’s existing image.
That’s apparently why they pointed out that the song we submitted had too much kick to it.
If it was an album track matching FLORA’s image, the direction for revision became clear.
My work with Han Da-min and Jeon Ye-jin began to pick up pace again.
Jeon Ye-jin possessed composition skills and creativity far beyond what I’d initially thought.
Once we found our footing, unique song structures and melodies that Han Da-min and I could never have conceived of emerged from Jeon Ye-jin’s ideas, and the completeness and satisfaction of the songs reached new heights.
I was even grateful we’d been rejected once—the song that resulted was that good.
“It’s done…”
“Finally done.”
“Thank you for your hard work…”
After sending the email to the Company, we all collapsed onto our desks in unison.
With the thought that we had to finish before the Title Track was decided and all the album tracks were filled, we’d pulled another all-nighter.
After barely completing it, my entire body felt drained, and the moment my head touched the desk, my eyes would close on their own.
Still, I felt incredibly relieved.
Even Jeon Ye-jin, who had been so worried last time about whether it would pass, looked genuinely relieved today.
It meant that the song we’d created this time—almost like a completely new song—was perfect.
A melody that matched FLORA’s image while becoming uniquely distinctive through Jeon Ye-jin’s ideas.
When our FLORA’s voices sang it, the Fans would surely love it.
Perhaps we could captivate not just the fans, but the general public as well. Even as an album track.
We all lay sprawled in silence for a long while before getting up, grilling pork belly to celebrate the song’s completion, and parting ways.
We rested. Just for a moment.
Sadly, once comeback preparations begin, our physical condition takes a backseat.
After a brief rest, I headed straight to the Practice Room.
Now that the title track was decided, we had to practice the choreography….
Before the fatigue even wore off, I started choreography practice with the Choreographer.
The concept was youthful teenage energy.
True to that youth, it was an adorable choreography full of bouncing and jumping.
Not the usual elegant or technically demanding choreography with controlled dynamics—this was simple, just relentless powerful bouncing and jumping.
During promotions with this song, it seemed we wouldn’t even need to go to the Gym. A miraculous choreography that worked both aerobic and anaerobic conditioning, upper and lower body simultaneously.
“Can this even be performed live?”
One of the Members asked in exasperation.
“It can, it can. Everything works.”
But it was an Employee, not a Member, who said that.
What in the world….
Anyway, we finished our first choreography practice. Wow, the muscle soreness was no joke—I’d probably be unable to move once I woke up tomorrow.
“Let’s go, back to the Dormitory….”
Normally, whether after choreography practice or a concert, Han Da-min would lead the Members to the Gym, but today she apparently felt this much exercise was sufficient and headed straight to the Dormitory.
After showering and even getting an ice massage, I collapsed directly onto the Bed.
The moment I lay down, I fell into deep sleep… or rather, since the nightmare period still had time remaining, I drifted off into painful nightmares.
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I felt tears welling up.
Not from the nightmare, but from the ache spreading through my entire body. Every time we started choreography practice, this happened, yet I could never adapt to this muscle soreness. What was I supposed to do about it?
Unable to move even my neck, I lay there groaning softly, staring endlessly at the ceiling.
The morning was quieter than usual.
No sound of Ha-young chattering away, no sound of Da-min waking the Members, no sound of Ra-eun cooking. I usually woke up to the noisy bustle of voices every morning.
Everyone must be lying in their own rooms, aching.
“Ugh….”
I tried to get up but just gave up.
‘This is torture.’
Not today. I can’t get up.
Who said muscle soreness could be relieved through muscle exercises? That only works when you can actually move.
After lying there for a while, I caught the scent of food drifting in from outside, rolled out of bed like a log, and left my room.
“What’s this?”
“I ordered delivery….”
Delivery food while we’re preparing for a comeback? A fleeting thought crossed my mind about whether we still needed to diet, but I sat down in a chair without saying anything.
“Ow….”
Just sitting in the chair made me groan involuntarily—how was I supposed to eat and do anything else?
Honestly, this choreography is such an intense full-body workout that I’d probably lose weight just eating meat and carbs every day.
“Even so, Chinese food was a bit much.”
“Stop saying things you don’t mean. Do you really think you could survive today’s choreography practice on just salad?”
“…Today, we’re doing choreography practice? Seriously?”
“…You’re saying that? Seriously?”
Ha-young had actually said she couldn’t do choreography practice today.
Ha-young. The Ha-young who seemed like she’d practice choreography even if she died, even if the world ended.
So she could be like this when she was hurting too.
Everyone’s eyes widened in unison as we all stared at Ha-young.
Then Ha-young put a piece of sweet and sour pork into her mouth with a very sad expression.
“I used muscles I don’t usually use.”
It seemed she was saying that because this choreography was different from what she normally danced, muscles that shouldn’t hurt were hurting.
Still… I was relieved.
A smile of relief escaped me.
If we’d pushed through choreography practice until today, I really would have cried.
“Right, if Ha-young says it’s hard, then we can’t do choreography practice.”
Ha-young is the standard for all choreography practice.
We all looked at each other with regretful faces and agreed among ourselves to skip choreography practice today.
Da-min hurriedly sent a message to the Company just in case the Managers came to pick us up.
Ah, I just got up and I’m already exhausted.
After that, we quietly struggled through the delivery food, sat around in a daze, and then scattered to our own rooms.
‘Maybe I should go get a massage.’
After taking a muscle relaxant and lying back down on my bed, I endured the pain of muscle soreness while groaning softly.
Ding!
A message came from Gu Beom-tae.
“Finally… it’s here.”
News after weeks of silence.
I let out a hollow laugh and lifted my Mobile Phone with difficulty.
Then I opened the Message window.
Gu Beom-tae
Yeah, Golden First and Han So-dam are connected. His son had a Sponsor relationship with Han So-dam, and it seems to have lasted quite a while—there are multiple eyewitness accounts.
But why are you curious about that?
Can I use this for a video?
This bastard? I sent a reply urgently.
Don’t post it. Dig deeper. Into why Han So-dam died so suddenly.
Gu Beom-tae
?You think it’s related?
Speculation. I told you not to upload it as a video. I’m keeping an eye on Beom-tae’s channel.
Haha, I’ll look into it and get back to you.
Oh. That’s a straightforward answer.
He was a garbage human being, but when it came to this matter alone, he clearly had more to uncover than Choi Gyo-young did.

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