The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 60

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This life’s hit song is revenge.
Chapter 60
Bang!
The meeting room at YU Entertainment shook.
Yoo Young-jae’s emotion poured entirely into the sound of the door slamming shut.
Yet unsatisfied, he yanked at his chair as though to overturn it.
Even as he sat down, his agitated movements made the tightened screws creak.
“Ha….”
Yoo Young-jae dropped his head with a deep breath.
Then he pressed hard on his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
Moments later, he looked at Baek Song-ha with only his eyes raised.
“How could you overturn a table where everything was served on a silver platter?”
At his clipped words, Baek Song-ha’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“Then, are you saying I shouldn’t have performed on that stage?”
“You’re not grasping the context at all.”
Yoo Young-jae removed his fingers and settled back against his chair.
“The song I gave you wasn’t like that. I’m talking about you doing whatever you wanted, and now I’m—”
Lee Jae-i’s performance had been shocking.
Enough to overshadow whatever audio glitch or malfunction had occurred.
The emotion from the live venue poured through even on screen, so raw it was almost absurd.
Could a song he’d composed ever erase that lingering impression?
Should he have brought in a more capable composer?
That thought had struck him first.
But the moment Baek Song-ha’s performance began, lightning struck his skull.
He’d blinked several times, even covered his ears, but the screen showed the same image.
‘That’s… right now.’
Had he been there, he would have silenced Baek Song-ha on that stage.
The fact that it wasn’t a song he’d created for her infuriated him.
But then—the very same song.
Baek Song-ha’s plagiarism had been the first thing he’d detected.
A scene he didn’t want to relive.
“Ha. Damn.”
Yoo Young-jae exhaled a curse-like breath and tilted his head back.
The internet and every news outlet would be all over it—that much was certain.
Did his brain actually function?
He’d thought that shameless face of hers might be useful, yet watching her wear it right in front of him made rage claw up his chest.
“Why did you come here? Sounds like the time you should be going home and whining to your father.”
Yoo Young-jae asked with contempt threaded through his voice.
At that question, Baek Song-ha’s jaw clenched.
What did she even have to claim right now besides that meager pride?
Seeing that expression, he wanted to add another jab or two.
“Go and make nice. A couple of ad deals won’t be enough to fix this anyway.”
Baek Song-ha, whose under-eye had been trembling, drew in a sharp breath.
Her attempt to compose herself was almost amusing.
But what really grated was the direct, hostile glare in her eyes.
That expression looked pretty only when she was pouting—in a situation like this, it was simply irritating.
Then Baek Song-ha opened her mouth.
“No. You should be the one to clean this up, PD.”
At those words, Yoo Young-jae’s eyebrows twisted into an odd shape.
There were only two of them in the empty meeting room.
So why did he hear a dog barking?
Yoo Young-jae lowered his raised eyebrows and let out a dumbfounded breath.
“Me?”
“Yes.”
Certainty packed into a single word.
Now it had moved beyond bewilderment—he was genuinely curious what nonsense she’d say next.
Yoo Young-jae twisted one corner of his mouth and asked.
“You seem to be under some grand delusion. Why don’t you go on.”
“Make it look like Lee Jae-i plagiarized my song, nice and cleanly.”
“Haha—.”
Laughter erupted first.
What came back was a directive—sarcastic laughter.
As if she’d become some kind of boss.
Wasn’t she destroying the very logic of the situation?
Put plainly, in this situation it was the company that could terminate her contract and demand breach penalties.
She should be begging—and even that wouldn’t be enough—yet she was demanding he handle the fallout?
Yoo Young-jae wiped the back of his neck with his palm and spoke.
“I have absolutely no reason to.”
This time, that pretty expression twisted sharply.
“I can go do an interview instead. Say that the company wanted me to perform with their song, and I didn’t want to.”
At those words, a tendon rose in Yoo Young-jae’s temple.
Ah. A threat.
Her choice of leverage was perfectly, laughably cheap.
In any case, the main story would be the plagiarism scandal.
Yet she’d cling to this.
It was infuriating beyond measure.
Yoo Young-jae immediately swapped in a composed expression and replied.
“Go ahead. Did you really think that would work on me? I don’t care.”
At those words, the heat surrounding Baek Song-ha radiated outward.
Even if she bristled, the center of controversy was Baek Song-ha and Lee Jae-i.
The public had more than enough to discuss—a mere lobbying incident could easily be buried.
He could see Baek Song-ha’s breathing falter.
Yoo Young-jae leisurely crossed his legs and studied her.
But Baek Song-ha closed the distance between them.
One step.
Then, her voice dropping slightly lower, she spoke.
“I’m reminding you of something you need to do if you’re going to become director. First, you need to hear my side of the story.”
Right after the live broadcast ended.
Baek Song-ha had deliberated briefly.
She had Kim Cho-a as a shield, but this wasn’t something she could personally handle step by step.
If she borrowed her father’s hand, it would be resolved fastest, but her pride wouldn’t allow it.
‘Song-ha. Why don’t you put down the singing career and try learning something more respectable?’
‘I can do it. From now on, I won’t need your support or investment anymore. I’ll prove it with my own strength.’
That was the conversation they’d had before her final performance.
She’d thought she was so close.
Here, she’d win first place and make her official debut.
A genuinely bright future was waiting—not an empty promise, but real.
After declaring all that, how could she crawl back into her father’s arms?
If she did, there might never be another chance.
“Lee Jae-i, that….”
A single weed had tangled around her ankles.
The moment that face crossed her mind, an uncontrollable urge washed over her.
Just once.
If there came a moment when everyone’s attention turned away from Lee Jae-i, if such an opportunity came…
She’d have to wring that neck.
But for now, there was something more pressing than anger toward Lee Jae-i.
‘Yoo Young-jae, PD.’
According to Director Kim, there was some kind of agreement between Producer Yoo Young-jae and Chairman Yu.
If he failed to deliver results worthy of leading YU, the chairman would hand the company over to a professional manager.
Hearing that had made his frantic desperation almost understandable.
Chairman Yu’s condition was deteriorating steadily.
‘He wouldn’t want to hand it over to someone else.’
The time remaining was short.
Baek Song-ha quietly worked the calculation in her head.
A man whose pride shot through the sky might reject her.
But how difficult was it to gain recognition?
In that sense, she had leverage.
Moreover, there was no predicting the attention a new artist might draw.
All she had to do was remind him which path would shorten the timeline.
Put simply, if she could just push Lee Jae-i hard enough.
Or even if that proved difficult, if she could just get Kim Cho-a in position…
‘There’s so much to gain.’
Sympathy, support, attention.
Once she’d organized her thoughts, Baek Song-ha had headed to YU Entertainment first.
But Yoo Young-jae’s reaction had scraped harder than she’d anticipated.
Especially that crack about going to talk to her father.
That’s why the threat had slipped out.
To make him feel uncomfortable too.
‘Should I just flip the whole thing?’
But Baek Song-ha chose to throttle her anger down.
Producer Yoo Young-jae was too useful in this situation to waste.
Baek Song-ha marveled at her own patience, speaking calmly in this moment.
She emphasized what needed to be emphasized.
Yoo Young-jae’s succession to the directorship.
And the picture she’d painted with Kim Cho-a in it.
“Do you understand?”
“…….”
Having heard her full explanation, Yoo Young-jae said nothing.

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