The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 116

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Episode 116. Reaping Results (8)

“Aaaaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhh!”

Crash! Bang! Crash!!

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju’s home.
The moment Yi Jeong-jun walked through the door after school, his eyes went wild.

He began smashing everything in sight from the instant he entered the house.

Wielding his father’s Golf Putter, he shattered the carefully arranged ornaments indiscriminately.

The glass doors of the display cabinet, the side table in the living room and its flower-decorated surface, the TV hanging on the wall—every visible object met his destructive rage.

The normally quiet Yi Jeong-jun at home was nowhere to be found.

Fury had short-circuited his reason, and the lid had blown off entirely.

His patience, worn thin by the humiliation suffered at school, had finally detonated.

He’d swallowed the rage on the way home, only to have it explode here, in the sanctuary of his own house.

“Die! Ha Tae-uuuung! Diiieeeee!!”

Bang! Bang! Crash-crash-crash!!

The putter swung in all directions with such savage force that it began to bend.

Shards flew and cut his knuckles, drawing blood.

Still the fury would not subside.

“Grrrrhhh…….”

His lips were bitten so hard they bled, droplets speckling his chin.
He looked like some wounded animal.

“Ha Tae-ung…… Ha Tae-ung…….”

Yi Jeong-jun had never known failure.
Even his parents, though often at odds, held their breath in his presence.

His younger sister was distant at best.

Academic achievement—winning approval from both paternal and maternal relatives—was his sole purpose.

This was why his family spared no expense on private tutoring.

He’d peaked in his second year and mapped out his future with meticulous detail.

Once Kang Jun-woo graduated, there would be no real competitors in his grade.

His cousin Yi Hyo-ju was no match.

Even if his paternal family’s group ranked lower, his maternal side’s reputation was enough to secure him the presidency of the Management Research Society.

Everything had unfolded according to plan.

Then Ha Tae-ung—that pariah—had flipped the entire board.

And today, he’d taken it directly from him.

“Kang Jun-woo, Jang Ji-yu! You two rigged it together… didn’t you!”

Ha Tae-ung’s ridiculous, impossible claim—confirmed by only those two people.

Group One couldn’t exist.

Click.

Just then, Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju entered through the front door.

“Aaahhhhh!”

A shriek escaped her at the sight of the ransacked interior.

Her alarmed gaze snapped toward her son, Yi Jeong-jun.

“J-Jeong-jun! What on earth has happened?”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju stammered the question.
The golf putter in Yi Jeong-jun’s hand was visibly warped.

Blood dripped steadily from his grip onto the floor.

“Mother.”
“Y-yes… yes, son.”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju answered in a trembling voice.

In her son’s eyes burned an eerie, sickly green Goblin Fire that made her blood run cold.

Even at a glance, there was something profoundly chilling about that gaze.

“I’m hungry.”
“What?”
“Make me something to eat.”

Thud.

‘What is this? Why is Jeong-jun like this…’

She’d sensed something strange, something unsettling emanating from him.

The school had emptied, everyone gone to their homes.
Just as she and Ha Tae-ung were about to head out for drinks, a man appeared.

At a glance, he was a wreck.

His clothes were filthy.

Even from a distance, the reek of alcohol wafted from him.

And there was the problem: a glinting, razor-sharp blade in his grip.

No ordinary knife.

The blade stretched at least fifty centimeters—long and gleaming.

A Sashimi Knife of the kind you’d see at a sushi restaurant, wickedly sharp.

An Hyeon-ju studied the man more closely, drawn to his face.

An Hyeon-ju flinched at his crude outburst.

Yi Jang-yong’s eyes blazed with madness.

“I asked you to dinner, and you ignored me. Now you’re cozying up to that bastard? Filthy whore! Ptooey!!”

Yi Jang-yong had once pursued An Hyeon-ju.

During his tenure at Cheonghwa High School, numerous male teachers had harbored feelings for her.

An unmarried woman brimming with charisma—a professional golfer.

She’d always carried herself with pride, aloof and disdainful.

When Yi Jang-yong saw her showing affection toward Ha Tae-ung, his murderous rage ignited.

“An unfortunate incident led to your resignation. Why have you come here?”

Ha Tae-ung’s composure didn’t waver for a moment.

“You son of a bitch! You ruined everything!!”

Even after leaving the teaching profession, Yi Jang-yong could have lived comfortably.

With his talent, becoming a top-tier math cram school instructor in Gangnam—pulling in hundreds of billions annually—would have been effortless.

But when he finally stood before a cram school blackboard post-resignation, everything fell apart.

The day Ha Tae-ung had broken him in the Main Auditorium had become a trauma that festered.

Immediately after, his once-brilliant mathematical mind simply stopped functioning.

Now he could barely solve elementary school arithmetic.

The moment middle school level problems appeared, his calculations failed.

He’d hidden himself in the sports equipment storage until the school went quiet, then made his move.

“I’m calling the police!”

An Hyeon-ju shrieked and fumbled for her smartphone.

“Go ahead. I’m not planning to live anyway after I kill that bastard. Kehehehe.”

A life lived in arrogant superiority, recognized only for mathematical brilliance.

All his resentment toward the world pointed at one face: Ha Tae-ung.

“Tch.”

Ha Tae-ung let out a cold, derisive laugh.

“You bastard! Diiieeeee!!”

Yi Jang-yong raised the Sashimi Knife and charged at Ha Tae-ung.

In his eyes, burning with madness and desperation, nothing else existed.

“……!!”

An Hyeon-ju, still fumbling with her phone, gasped in shock.

A man already beyond reason radiated pure madness.

Then, in that instant!

Whoooosh!

Crack!

“Aaaahhhhh!!”

Clang.

Ha Tae-ung swung the Driver he’d been holding, intercepting the incoming blade.

Then he struck—hard, swift blows: Yi Jang-yong’s back, his abdomen, his shoulders.

“Argh! Kraaagh! Ugh!”

With each impact, Yi Jang-yong screamed and scrambled desperately across the floor.

Smack! Crack! Thwack!

“T-Tae-ung!”

An Hyeon-ju gasped in horror.

The Ha Tae-ung who always embodied courtesy and restraint was now dealing out violence without mercy.

Multiple bones seemed fractured.

His face remained twisted in pain, his eyes clenched shut.

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