The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 128

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Episode 128. Free Will (3)

I’ll take responsibility…… I’ll take responsibility…… I’ll take responsibility…….

Ha Tae-ung’s words drifting through her mind all day like a buoy.

“Seriously?”
“If you’re curious, ask him yourself.”
“Are you insane? Do you know what kind of person Jang Ji-yu is…….”

Lunchtime.
Kids from the class whispered in the back.

She heard every word without filter.

Normally she would’ve snapped back at talk like that.
But today, Jang Ji-yu sat listless, without the energy to respond.

She’d been in a daze since morning.

Ha Tae-ung, whom she’d run into on the road in front of school on her way there.

Trusting his investment instincts, she’d put every last won she had into Bitcoin Futures Longs yesterday.

It was purely the entirety of her mother’s inheritance.

Her father doesn’t know about that money.

Or rather, he knows but pretends not to.

Her remaining conscience had kept her from touching her mother’s legacy directly.

Her mother had used a secret overseas account.
An account that allowed Coin Futures trading.

She’d invested 10 billion with ten times leverage.

Seeing the numbers that appeared in Ha Tae-ung’s account, she’d decided to believe.

On the other hand, she felt anxious.

So she’d tossed out that remark about responsibility as a joke, but his reaction was unexpected.

He’d looked at her with burning eyes and said it with an alpha’s confidence—I’ll take responsibility…….

“Pfft…….”

A small laugh escaped from Jang Ji-yu’s lips.

Because of her father, she’d resolved never to trust a man in her life.

He’d lured her mother—a star who’d flourished alone—with talk of love, and destroyed her.

In the end, he’d abandoned her mother.

Betrayed by the love she trusted, her mother ultimately chose death by her own hand.

Jang Ji-yu still remembers the resentment her mother harbored in her memory.

Someday she plans to take revenge on her father.

‘It was pretty cool, though.’

The only male friend she has is Kang Jun-woo, who’s been her friend since kindergarten.

No one confesses to her because of her prickly personality.

Besides, no man had ever caught her eye.

She’d thought her high school life would end that way.

But then this man suddenly invaded her world with his scent.

It wasn’t a bad experience.

‘He’s really going to buy the adjacent building just for a parking lot?’

The building Ha Tae-ung mentioned was prime real estate even in Gangnam.

By rough estimate, it would go for over 10 billion.

And Ha Tae-ung was going to flex by buying such a building just for one parking lot.

‘Should I buy a car too?’

Once her birthday passed, Jang Ji-yu would be old enough to get her driver’s license.

Her academics were already complete.
Her GPA alone was solid enough for Seo National University admission.

An automobile she’d never considered before suddenly appealed to her.

“Oh……! I don’t have any money?”

The harsh truth hit her like a sudden reality check.

Her financial state—all-in on investment because she was dazzled by Ha Tae-ung.

She uses a card her father gave her for living expenses.

Her father handles all her basic living costs.

She doesn’t receive separate pocket money.

“Maybe…… I’ll just use Dad’s card?”

Courage welled up in Jang Ji-yu.

She felt a bold sense of certainty that the investment she’d gone all-in on would balloon into massive returns and come back to her.

Overflowing confidence lifted her spirits.

She turned her gaze toward the window.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way.

Three years!
In all that time, the school grounds had never properly entered her sight.

Spring ripening into summer’s threshold, the verdant School Grounds.

“The school…… was really pretty.”

* * *

“Where are you going?”

Kang Jun-woo asked curiously.
Ha Tae-ung had mentioned he was currently renting at Signiel.

Ha Tae-ung’s home purchase this time, with his vast Coin assets.

“Signiel.”
“Aren’t you already living there?”
“Yeah.”
“So this is a purchase?”
“Yep.”
“That’s not cheap, is it?”
“Probably not.”
“Oh! My friend Tae-ung! Acting like a grown-up, buying a house on your own?”

Kang Jun-woo was still a minor.

He’d dumped all his savings into Bitcoin.

“Do you have time?”
“Why?”
“Let’s go see it together. It’s vacant.”
“Ha. Yeah! Buy me dinner though.”
“Of course.”

Kang Jun-woo was genuinely happy to go with Ha Tae-ung.

He was grateful for Ha Tae-ung’s treatment of him as just a regular friend, regardless of status.

The position he occupied in life, realized at some point.

Pure bloodline!
Everyone around him watched their step because of that single fact.

But Ha Tae-ung’s attitude was different.

“Tae-ung.”
“……??”
“Will you take responsibility if my investment fails too?”

He asked with a playful tone.

And he gazed into Ha Tae-ung’s deep, glimmering eyes.

“No.”
“Huh? Why? You said you’d take responsibility for Ji-yu.”
“You’re a man.”
“What—huh?”
“My dad told me that. Men…… grow up on their own.”
“……Hmm.”

Kang Jun-woo couldn’t counter Ha Tae-ung’s simple logic.

And so all regular classes at Cheonghwa High School ended.

Vrooom.

“Tae-ung…… you had a car?”
“Yeah.”
“……I’m jealous.”
“You’ll probably get one once you start university.”
“It’ll be different by then.”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Kang Jun-woo marveled as he watched Ha Tae-ung drive.

He envied Ha Tae-ung’s attitude toward life—his friend and senior.

Kang Jun-woo sometimes dreams of escape when he feels suffocated.

In his imagination, he drives a car himself toward the East Coast.

But Ha Tae-ung…….

Whoosh.

He rolled down the SUV’s windows.
A clean, refreshing breeze pouring in.

The scent of moisture-laden wind from the Han River.

“Tell me if you feel stuffy. I’ll take you wherever you want.”
“Ha. Keep that promise.”

In front of Ha Tae-ung, Kang Jun-woo shed the heavy title of sole heir to Ilseong Hotel.

Only then did he taste the true meaning of freedom.

Ring-ring-ring.

His smartphone rang.
The caller was his mother.

Kang Jun-woo touched the answer button.

-Son. Are you done?
“Yes.”
-Your nanny will have snacks ready for you.
“Mom, I’m actually out looking at a house right now.”
-A house??

Go Mi-hee, who’d called while handling work, was flustered.

Out of nowhere, what house was he talking about?

She couldn’t comprehend her son’s words.

The routine was set: after third year, he either came straight home or went to cram school.

But a house??

“I’m going to see Tae-ung’s new place.”
-Tae-ung’s moving?
“He seems to be getting into real estate speculation with his profits.”

Kang Jun-woo relayed the situation playfully.

-How many pyeong?
“How many pyeong?”
-If he’s moving, Mom wants to give him a gift. You never leave home—he’s showing you the world.

Hearing his mother’s words, Kang Jun-woo looked at Ha Tae-ung.

“Tae-ung. How many pyeong is your new place?”

Kang Jun-woo asked Ha Tae-ung, who was focused on driving.

“I’m not sure of the exact size, but the usable area is probably around 250 pyeong.”
“250 pyeong?”

Kang Jun-woo, not yet interested in current real estate market value and assessment, repeated it questioningly.

-What—huh? 250 pyeong??

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