The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121. Getting Results (13)

“Why hasn’t the Korean teacher shown up?”
“Isn’t it because of what happened yesterday?”

Throughout Cheonghwa High School, teachers failed to appear for the first period across all grades.

An emergency faculty meeting had been called by the director.

Unlike usual, students whispered nervously in every corner.

The attempted murder that had unfolded within the supposedly safe walls of the school had shaken everyone.

What’s more, the perpetrator was a teacher named Yi Jang-yong, and the victims were Ha Tae-ung and An Hyeon-ju.

“My mom came today too. Because of the parents’ meeting.”
“Why was Ha Tae-ung called in?”
“I don’t know…….”

Classroom 2-1.
The atmosphere here was no different from any other class.

‘Heh heh. Ha Tae-ung, you’re done for today!’

Yi Jeong-jun, sitting in the front seat, wore a sinister grin.
He exulted silently at the thought.

He’d thrown a massive fit at home yesterday, yet hadn’t been punished for it.

His mother had quickly made calls to understand his situation.

Yi Jang-yong had stepped in to fill the gaps.

As always, he felt it: his mother Mi-ju was meticulous and malicious.

She’d called an emergency parents’ meeting, so she’d surely make this incident blow up.

“Breaking news! Kang Jun-woo’s mother is here!”
“Go Mi-hee, the representative? Why?”

A girl holding her smartphone relayed the update.

The students erupted in chatter once more.

‘That woman?’

Yi Jeong-jun’s expression hardened.
Go Mi-hee, the direct heir of the Ilseong Group—the very person his mother avoided confronting.

“Could it be…….”

Without realizing it, Yi Jeong-jun was seized by a sinister premonition.

Click.

The back door of the classroom slid open.
Every eye in the class snapped toward it.

With all the students seated, someone would have to enter through the back—

“Hey! Yi Jeong-jun!!”

A girl’s sharp voice rang out across the classroom.

A girl appeared in the doorway.

Unexpectedly, she was a first-year student.

But who she was…….

* * *

Everyone was startled by the sudden shout.
An outburst no one had anticipated.

‘What is this?’

Go Mi-hee’s expression twisted.

Before she could even respond, Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju cursed under her breath.

‘I’ve been too careless.’

Ever since her son Jun-woo had entered his third year, Go Mi-hee had paid less attention to school matters.

Besides, her nature was quiet by temperament.

Unlike Mi-ju, she didn’t enjoy social activities outside.

Even when she’d served as Parent Association President the previous year, she’d only attended the basic meetings.

She’d done her best to ensure her son had no inconveniences.

But Mi-ju was different.

On her way to school, she’d received a text from her son.

She’d grasped most of the situation.

She’d confirmed it through other channels as well.

Her son had made a request.

Cover for his friend Ha Tae-ung properly.

“Hey! What gives you the right to call Madam here? Here! Like you’ve ever seen her before!!”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju jabbed her finger, spittle flying from her lips.
It was overacting, pure and simple.

“Mi-ju.”
“Yes, sister! Just say the word. I’ll take care of this runt right now——”
“Could you just be quiet?”
“What?”
“……!!”

This wasn’t Go Mi-hee’s usual way of speaking.

Go Mi-hee had always used refined language befitting an Ilseong heiress.

She would never use a word like “quiet.”

“It hurts my ears.”

Go Mi-hee’s brow furrowed slightly.

“…….”

Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju closed her mouth.

Now that she thought about it, Go Mi-hee’s very appearance was strange.

‘Could it be……?’

Mi-ju glanced back and forth between Go Mi-hee and Ha Tae-ung.

Ha Tae-ung hadn’t so much as flinched at her outburst.

“Tae-ung, nice to meet you. I’m Jun-woo’s mother.”

Instead, Go Mi-hee smiled warmly, her voice gentle.

“……!!”

Everyone gasped in shock.
Go Mi-hee had shown interest in Ha Tae-ung.

Anyone with eyes could read the situation.

“It’s an honor to meet you.”

Ha Tae-ung replied with a respectful demeanor unsuitable for a student.
A smile bloomed on Go Mi-hee’s lips.

“The honor is——”

‘Well-trained.’

Most students his age would stiffen or their voices would waver in her presence.

But Ha Tae-ung remained composed as a seasoned businessman, betraying no emotional fluctuation.

His manner was neither servile nor careless—dignified in its courtesy.

Go Mi-hee, now seeing firsthand why her son Jun-woo had taken a liking to him, revised her assessment.

Ha Tae-ung’s favorability rose.

“Why are you here? Isn’t this class time?”

Go Mi-hee asked, though she already knew.
The current crisis had been orchestrated by Mi-ju.

“That’s just it, sister……. That guy was carrying on with that fox of a female teacher——”
“Mi-ju. Your choice of words is unpleasant to listen to.”

Go Mi-hee issued a gentle reprimand.

“…….”

Once again, Mi-ju fell silent.

‘I knew it! It was that bastard Kang Jun-woo who called her!’

Mi-ju wasn’t a fool either.
Kang Jun-woo had summoned Go Mi-hee to shield Ha Tae-ung.

The game had escalated beyond her expectations.
No—the situation was turning against her.

“But still, no matter what, they’re a student and a teacher. It’s not a romantic relationship.”

She chose her words more carefully this time and pressed on.

“So?”
“What?”
“You know Tae-ung is older than the other students, don’t you?”
“But still, this——”
“No. I only taught Tae-ung Golf.”

An Hyeon-ju stepped forward while Mi-ju was still off-balance.

“This slander is offensive.”

An Hyeon-ju’s reply carried an edge of coldness.
She had tasted deeply the nauseating duplicity of the upper classes.

She would no longer suffer in silence.
She didn’t want to see Tae-ung slandered the way she had been.

“I have evidence! Stop spouting nonsense!!”

Mi-ju snapped back, her pride stung.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

Suddenly, Ha Tae-ung burst into laughter, a sound of sharp clarity.

“……??”

All eyes turned toward him.

“Ms. Kook Sang Ju Mi-ju.”
“What! Ms. Kook—Sang—Ju Mi-ju?”

At Ha Tae-ung’s cold gaze and chilling tone, Mi-ju’s face flushed crimson.

“Can you take responsibility for what you’ve just said about me?”
“Responsibility? What could a punk like you possibly do to me!!”

Snap.

In the air between them, Ha Tae-ung’s and Mi-ju’s gazes collided like sparks.

Ha Tae-ung smiled wickedly.

“I——”

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