The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 13

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Episode 13. A Saebaeja’s Wise School Life (7)

Even her angry expression is kind of cute.

I know thinking this way makes me seem like a strange guy, but I’m being sincere.
Han Yu-bin carries a distinct atmosphere that sets her apart from the other students.

Delicate, sculpted features and luminous, flawless skin.
It’s the kind of face that commands attention.

And it matches perfectly with that untouchable, aloof aura she projects.

Not to mention those cold, piercing eyes.

There were rumors that after graduating from Cheong-hwa, she’d attended Seo-guk University’s School of Business and then law school before landing a job at a major law firm.

Of course, before time rewound, I wouldn’t have dared to so much as glance in her direction.

The cold-blooded witch who stood by the school gate every morning with the supervising teacher.

Seeing her like this now—angry—she’s actually quite adorable.

“Huff.”

Without meaning to, a laugh escaped me as I mulled it all over.

My guts have definitely gotten bolder.

“You, you… are you laughing at me right now?”

Han Yu-bin’s eyes go wide—even wider than before.
Those already-large eyes stretched like owlish saucers.

“How about we cultured people show each other some respect?”
“Respect? I’m the head of the Discipline Committee!!”

Apparently that struck a nerve. Han Yu-bin’s voice sharpens.
So what?

“What grade are you in elementary school?”
“……??”

Han Yu-bin’s face says: what the hell kind of question is that?

I know exactly why I asked about her elementary school year instead of college. There’s no hiding that.
Go ahead and call me petty if you want.

“I’m on a different level than you people.”
“…….”

Han Yu-bin’s expression has gone blank.

“I’m a returnee who’s two years held back in school. So watch your tongue.”
“……!!”

Han Yu-bin’s face crumples.

She’s figured out that something is off about how this is playing out.

In youth, a single year matters tremendously as a status marker.

“From now on, don’t call me by my bare name. At minimum, you’ll call me friend, or better yet, older brother.”

This is the kind of power that comes from having a billion won at your fingertips.

In a few days, that billion swells into hundreds of billions.

And those hundreds of billions will only multiply further.

My vague fear about the future has vanished.
Once confidence takes root, nothing scares you anymore.

The stability money brings has given me this freedom.

I’m starting to understand the psychology of those who throw money around.

Now I can meet them on equal footing and hold my own.

Same goes for this moment—dealing with Han Yu-bin, who’s been seething and can’t swallow her anger.

“So?”

A boy standing beside Han Yu-bin steps forward.
I don’t know his name.

Probably around five-foot-seven.

Wire-rimmed glasses suit his sharp face well.
But the way he’s glaring at me is incredibly irritating.

I’ve seen that look countless times before.

When people think they have the upper hand, their eyes betray contempt and mockery.

“Didn’t you hear? Call me older brother.”
“Older brother? Puhahahahahaha.”

He laughs, flashing perfectly aligned teeth.

Stop.

Then suddenly, the laugh cuts off.

Something wild flickers across his contemptuous eyes.

His reaction is exactly as predicted.
At this point, it’s clear that most of these people aren’t firing on all cylinders, mentally speaking.

Compassion certainly isn’t part of their educational programming.

As someone living in the same era, I’m genuinely worried about South Korea’s future.

“Arrogant bastard.”

Is he talking to me?
When have I ever dealt with this before?

Because of this one guy playing dark knight, steam’s practically rising from the top of my head.

Based on experience, finding a single student at this school with his head on straight is nearly impossible.

“So when you end up like Oh Gwang-jun with your mouth busted open, will that be less embarrassing for you?”

I asked lightly.
Everything that happened today will be all over the rumor mill by tomorrow anyway.

Ha Tae-woong has gone feral.

Touch him, and he bites.
This kind of gossip will be more than enough.

“What? You’re bragging about being held back? You’re nothing, you punk. Does violence make you righteous?”

He’s baiting me, trying to provoke a reaction.
Looking at his name badge…

“Yang Ji-hun. Who exactly are you?”
“What?”
“I don’t know your name. Must be from a nobody family, huh?”
“You, you…!”
“What does your father do? Does he work for Han Yu-bin’s family or something?”
“Just, shut up!!”

Yang Ji-hun snaps first.

“Bingo. Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue watching the enraged Yang Ji-hun.

“You really want to die?”
“Can you actually kill me?”
“You… you….”

Yang Ji-hun’s eyes roll back, and he looks like he’s about to charge at me.

“That’s enough.”

Han Yu-bin extends one arm, blocking him.

“…….”

One word from the young mistress and Yang Ji-hun goes tame—like a servant suddenly made docile.

The seething look in his eyes that he can’t quite hide is deeply irritating.

“Ha Tae-woong.”

Han Yu-bin calls my name sharply.

“Yeah, Han Yu-bin.”

I play along.

“I’m going to file a formal report of today’s incident with the Student Executive Council.”
“Do whatever you want.”
“……you’ve really decided to ruin your life, haven’t you.”
“Yep. My Way—that’s what you guys call it, right?”
“Psycho…….”

Han Yu-bin’s face looks like she’s just taken a punch.

Yeah, I admit it too.

After coming back to this point, I’ve learned something.

The world doesn’t reward you for being good.
It never will.

When you have the means, you live like these kids do.

You hide the arrogance carefully beneath a veneer of good manners.

It’s a heavenly realm only accessible to South Korea’s upper class—people who can reshape the world as they see fit.

“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Pfft… hehehe.”

Right on cue, another stifled laugh could be heard.

The protagonist—yet another creature.
Still in the cafeteria, she hasn’t left.

She’s sitting in her chair, head slightly lowered, shoulders shaking as she tries to hold back her laughter.

“What are you staring at!”

An A-ram, her bodyguard, snapped as everyone’s eyes turned her way.

“…….”

Footsteps—quick and heavy.

Han Yu-bin passes by me, unable to hide her displeasure, radiating cold as she goes.

As the Discipline Committee head, she’d wielded real clout around here until now.

That’s when I called out.

“Wait.”

I stopped her.

“……??”

She stops walking.
Turning back with a questioning look.

I approached her slowly, her expression guarded.

Whoosh.

And I reached out my hand.

“What, what are you doing…….”

Han Yu-bin’s voice rises in panic.

She’s probably remembering the moment Oh Seo-ra got slapped.

Han Yu-bin, who’d been treating me so viciously moments ago,

is trembling now like a deer caught in a hunter’s scope.

“……It’s on your clothes. Here—lint.”

I brushed off a visible piece of lint from her right shoulder.

Flick.

And I gave her shoulder a light, gentle touch.

Han Yu-bin isn’t a Beast-tier Character.

She hasn’t crossed that line, not yet.

“…….”

Han Yu-bin stares at me, eyes wide and bewildered.
Her face is starting to flush slightly.

“I’ll remember what happened today.”
“Don’t think too much of it. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

I chose to interpret her words in my own convenient way.

The incident’s already spiraling beyond control.

The fallout to come?
I’m not the same person I was before. I’m not afraid.

Patter-patter.

Han Yu-bin disappears from the cafeteria.
A subtle, cool aqua-scented fragrance lingers in her wake.

“……Ha Tae-woong, that was something else.”

Park Ji-woong looked at me with admiring eyes.

Until now, no Saebaeja—not even a regular student—has dared challenge the Discipline Committee like that within these walls.

And the opponent was Han Yu-bin, no less.

“Scared?”
“Hehe. Nope.”

Confidence flares in Park Ji-woong’s eyes.
His laugh is lighter, his whole aura clearer.

“So?”
“Man, that was so satisfying. Like eating sweet potato and chasing it with cola in one shot.”

Life has returned to Park Ji-woong’s gaze.

Not the half-crimson, blood-red glint I’d seen when Oh Seo-ra was hitting him.
Now it’s a clean, clear blue.

It looks like Park Ji-woong’s fate has changed.

That alone is enough.

The MZ-generation crime boss who would’ve made South Korea tremble in a few years no longer exists.

As for me, I can always drop out and leave school whenever.

I have enough capital to build on.
I’ll live freely from here on out.

I scanned the entire cafeteria.

“…….”

Even those kids who’d been spouting off about Saebaeja moments ago were avoiding my gaze.

It’s only been half a day.
In that short span, everything changed.

“……??”

A unfamiliar voice calling “older brother” from behind me.
I spun around quickly.

The moment I saw her, my eyes were drawn in completely!

“……??”

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