The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 132

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Episode 132. Free Will (7)

‘What on earth are they talking about?’

Yu Il-hwa, observing the scene, felt her mind growing hazy.

The conversation unfolding between the two men lay beyond the bounds of her comprehension.

Double their assets in three years?
Was that even possible?

A three percent interest rate was considered exceptional at a bank.

Yet somehow they were discussing doubling wealth within three years?

Yu Il-hwa’s ears pricked up, sharp with attention.

Conversations between wealthy individuals of this caliber were rarely overheard.

This was an opportunity.

One man was easily a real estate tycoon with assets in the tens of trillions of won.

The other was a mysterious super-rich individual attempting to purchase a thirty-billion-won building in cash.

‘And who is that student……?’

The young man standing beside Ha Tae-ung.
He too seemed anything but ordinary.

He was accepting Han Deok-im’s subtle, formidable presence without flinching.

That same aura left Yu Il-hwa gasping for breath whenever they met—such overwhelming force.

Yet both young men stood unmoved, not even a brow raised.

‘Ha Tae-ung being from the Ha Ryun Group makes sense…… But this other student……’

Yu Il-hwa studied Kang Jun-woo with careful intensity.

His energy radiated a wavelength that matched Ha Tae-ung’s own—formidable and equal.

“I will vouch for what Tae-ung says.”

The young man stepped forward again.

“Vouch? What could a student possibly guarantee?”

Han Deok-im questioned Kang Jun-woo directly.

His manner of interjecting without hesitation was far from ordinary.

“Ilsung Semiconductor is my maternal family’s company.”
“Ah! Now that you mention it, you do resemble the late chairman. So you’re Mi-hee’s son!”

A spark of recognition crossed Han Deok-im’s face.

“You know my mother?”
“Know her? Of course! The house you’re living in now used to belong to me. A plot blessed with flourishing descendants. Your mother visited me several times, asking about it.”
“I, I see……”

Kang Jun-woo felt taken aback.

He’d sensed this grandmother was no ordinary person, but he’d never imagined she would know his mother.

Moreover, she called his mother by name without the slightest hesitation.

“Your late grandfather was also close to me. I provided the land in Pyeongtaek, too.”

The Pyeongtaek semiconductor site—the heart of Ilsung Semiconductor.

Han Deok-im’s reminiscence gave way to an account of transferring that very land.

Kang Jun-woo straightened his posture, correcting his bearing.

This was not someone to be treated casually.

She was no ordinary, warm grandmother as she appeared.

She was a grandmother who dressed in pressed ramie cloth and walked through Signiel as though it were her front yard.

“Very well—so Mi-hee’s son vouches that……”
“Ha Tae-ung.”
“Quite a name. Since it’s not a generation name, your father must have given it to you.”
“Yes.”
“I know your father well. Your grandmother was particularly fond of that boy.”
“You, you know our grandmother?”
“Of course. Your grandmother was such a good-hearted woman. She helped many unfortunate children. Knowing that, I donated land for an orphanage. But…… I never expected her to leave so soon.”

Han Deok-im’s eyes glistened with tears, remembering Han Ok-ja, who had departed long ago.

“Your grandmother and I were distant cousins. …… same generational level, too.”

Because of that, Han Ok-ja and Han Deok-im had been close.

‘The finest among the Ha grandsons.’

Han Deok-im rarely missed any major or minor event in the Ha family.

She attended even their routine first-birthday celebrations without fail.

She also knew Ha Dong-hwi well.

Han Ok-ja had cherished her youngest son dearly, having borne him late in life.

This made the jealousy of his siblings all the more intense.

Even under the stern, meticulous hand of Ha Cheol-gon, the youngest son Ha Dong-hwi had instinctively pursued romance and love.

His son, Ha Tae-ung, was even more accomplished than his father—sharp and spirited beyond measure.

“Grandmother, allow me to greet you properly.”

Swift as wind.

Before his words had fully left his lips, Ha Tae-ung dropped to his knees before Han Deok-im and performed a full ceremonial bow.

“……!!”
“My goodness.”
“…….”

Kang Jun-woo, Yu Il-hwa, and Han Deok-im all gasped in unison.

Having heard Han Deok-im’s account, Ha Tae-ung’s tone had become noticeably gentler.

His bow bore all the marks of proper respect.

It was an upright, sincere greeting to an elder—unmistakably genuine.

He bowed as though paying his respects to a true grandmother, pouring devotion and sincerity into every gesture.

“Yes, yes…… I am your grandmother……”

Han Deok-im, receiving the bow, felt her heart surge.

The word “grandmother” seemed to melt her resolve in an instant.

After Han Ok-ja’s passing, she had severed all ties with the Ha family.

Though they had reached out several times, she had steadfastly avoided them.

Whenever Han Ok-ja came to mind, the Ha family members filled her with bitter resentment.

Learning that this boy was Ha Dong-hwi’s son had given her pause.

That senile miser of a chairman, Ha Cheol-gon, and his children——

She had no wish to become entangled with them.

Han Ok-ja, rejected by her husband and children, had suffered from heartbreak before her untimely death.

And now, like fate itself, her youngest grandson appeared before Han Deok-im, a stranger until this moment.

‘Did my sister send you?’

Han Deok-im turned her gaze toward the window.

The Ha Ryun Group Headquarters building loomed in the distance.

It certainly felt like providence.

Why else would Han Ok-ja’s grandson appear, intent on purchasing this very building……

Han Deok-im quietly made up her mind.

Today’s event might set her at odds with the Ha family.

But she would no longer shrink away.

“This house…… take it. In place of the condolence money I never gave at your grandmother’s funeral…… I’ll give it to you.”
“……!!”

Han Deok-im’s shocking declaration.
She had never been able to present condolence money at Han Ok-ja’s funeral.

The thought of the Ha family members dividing that money among themselves had been unbearable.

Today, that withheld sum had been resurrected as a thirty-billion-won bond of kinship, with interest accrued.

Yu Il-hwa stood speechless, witnessing the transaction unfold before her eyes.

‘Is, is such a thing even possible?’

No matter how deep the connection, who in this day and age bestows three billion won as a substitute for condolence money!

‘Ha Tae-ung…… you really are……’

Kang Jun-woo marveled at Ha Tae-ung’s swift judgment and decision, and its stunning result.

Still young, still ignorant of the world’s ways.
Yet there was much to learn from Ha Tae-ung’s bold decisiveness and action.

And……

‘You will be my friend forever!’

An inner revelation told him not to let this man slip away.

If he were to lose Ha Tae-ung or make him an enemy……

His future would be shrouded in darkness.

To become an adversary no less formidable than the master of the Ha Ryun Group, visible through the window beyond……

“Grandmother, I won’t accept this for free.”

Ha Tae-ung rose with renewed composure after his bow, speaking with a smile.

“…….”

‘How is this all unfolding!’

Yu Il-hwa could not regain her composure.

A thirty-billion-won building was exchanging hands between the two of them as casually as handing over thirty thousand won for pocket money.

They seemed to inhabit an entirely different world.

Even their mere conversation left her breathless, as though her heart might stop.

“That’s just like your father. Stubborn as a mule! Ho ho ho ho ho.”

Han Deok-im burst into delighted laughter.

Seeing Ha Tae-ung rekindled her memory of her sister, who had never quite fit with the Ha family.

In fact, Han Deok-im herself had been one of those benefiting from Han Ok-ja’s kindness.

After fleeing north, she had lived in abject poverty.

From distant Sinuiju, with no relatives in the South—such had been her lot.

Back home, she had run a rice shop and lived in comfort.

When Kim Il-sung rose to power, her entire family faced a People’s Trial.

Everything was stripped away. After the war broke out and years of hardship, the Han family crossed southward and settled in Busan.

There was nothing in their hands.

It was then that her father sought out his distant cousin, Han Ok-ja.

They were kin, yet the distance between them was vast.

They went to the Han family, renowned as wealthy landowners in Miryang, and prostrated themselves.

‘Please, we beg you—save us!’

It was Han Ok-ja’s household that had willingly given two bags of rice, recognizing the claim of kinship.

With that seed money, her parents began selling rice cakes and gradually rebuilt their fortune.

Han Deok-im never forgot that turning point, and she followed Han Ok-ja as she would a true sister.

Her father’s constant refrain—that forgetting a debt of kindness made one a beast—had never left her ears.

And today, she had finally met a blood relative of Han Ok-ja’s most beloved son.

For that connection, three billion won seemed a pittance.

But ‘I won’t accept it for free’!

“Triple it. I will triple your assets within three years, Grandmother!”
“……!!”

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