The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 134

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Episode 134. Free Will (9)

“You’re late, son?”
“When did you get home?”
“Around eight?”
“Have you eaten?”
“Oh! Mom’s taking care of meals now?”
“There’s only one mom in this world, after all.”
“What’s this? Why does our son suddenly feel so unfamiliar?”

Kang Jun-woo had returned home.
At his response, Go Mi-hee’s eyes widened.

‘Can growth happen in an instant like this?’

Her son’s gaze had become both gentle and firm.

Not long ago, he’d been quite sensitive about everything.

Kang Jun-woo, preparing for the college entrance exam and holding himself to stricter standards as he approached adulthood.

The atmosphere had shifted.

Unlike when he’d left for school this morning, the son who’d returned home seemed like a different person.

“I’m coming of age soon. I can drink beer now.”
“Beer??”

Go Mi-hee found it odd that her son was emphasizing beer in particular.

Her son had never touched alcohol.

Despite having every opportunity to do so, he’d never tried.

Among his classmates and other chaebol children, some drank freely, mingled with the opposite sex, and even dabbled in drugs.

Her son, by contrast, had mocked them for it.

Yet just now, he’d spoken of beer as though nursing some old grudge.

“Would you like some fruit?”
“Do we have watermelon?”
“Sure, I’ll get some for you.”

The housekeeper had already left for the day at this hour.

Right now, the house held only mother and son.

Go Mi-hee—not the CEO of Ilseong Hotel, but a mother to a third-year high school student.

With practiced movements, she prepared the watermelon.

Go Mi-hee headed to the living room with the neatly cut watermelon and fork in hand.

This moment made her profoundly happy.

The reason she worked so hard every day was singular: her son.

She’d had to protect him in place of her husband, who had left this world too early.

Though she held the title of CEO at Ilseong Hotel, it was never truly hers alone.

Entangled in subsidiary stakes, she didn’t know how it might be disposed of later.

Go Mi-hee had burned herself out trying to acquire shares under the guise of incentives.

If she lost Ilseong Hotel, her son would…

“It’s delicious.”
“Is it?”

The ingredients coming into the hotel were premium stock only.
The watermelon she’d just brought out was among them.

“Mom, you were amazing today.”
“Amazing? By the way, we actually did purchase a house.”
“It wasn’t a purchase—it was a gift.”
“A gift??”
“Mom! You know Han Deok-im, right?”
“I know her well—she’s the type who owns only the choicest real estate in Korea. Much of Ilseong Electronics’ Pyeongtaek site was once her property.”
“That grandmother gifted a super penthouse to Tae-ung.”
“Really? You’re not joking?”

‘If it was a gift… the tax alone would be staggering.’

Go Mi-hee’s ears perked up at her son’s words.

There was clearly a bigger secret involved.

“Han Deok-im’s close friend turned out to be Tae-ung’s paternal grandmother.”
“That’s right! She was very close with Han Ok-ja.”
“When Tae-ung found out and made a deep bow and called her grandmother… she just casually gave him the property.”
“…!!”

It was an incredible, barely believable story.

“But Tae-ung says he didn’t receive it for free—it wasn’t free.”
“Oh? Then what’s the price?”
“I don’t know. It was something the two of them discussed in private. A few minutes later, Han Deok-im came out laughing heartily.”
“That’s… all?”
“I asked Tae-ung about it, but he says if I want to know, I’ll have to pay for the information.”
“Find out. I’ll cover the cost.”
“Pardon?”

Kang Jun-woo was taken aback by his mother’s serious response.

“It’s not a Coin transaction, right?”
“No.”
“Invite Tae-ung. Let’s have dinner together Friday evening.”
“….”

Kang Jun-woo read his mother’s expression again.
She was not joking.

This was the aura she projected when conducting business.

She’d inherited her grandfather’s business acumen, and it showed.

“Mom…”
“What? Do you have something else to say?”

Kang Jun-woo met his mother Go Mi-hee’s eyes directly.

A moment passed in silence.
And then.

“May I pursue a different dream?”
“…!!”

* * *

“Director… if we can’t stop the promissory note today…”

Pacific Seafood’s office.

After representative Yang Su-san was detained, director Ha Dong-hwi had taken charge of all operations.

They’d fended off creditors by juggling funds, but that too had reached its limit.

The finance manager couldn’t bring himself to speak.

‘Is liquidation the answer?’

Ha Dong-hwi sank into contemplation as the crisis loomed.

If he could weather this storm, he was confident he could reach the top of the industry.

But he lacked the necessary capital.

His son had offered to help, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Knock, knock.

Just then, there came a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Creak.

The office needed repairs in various places but couldn’t afford them.

Two people—a man and a woman—entered through the door.

“Director.”

Kim Gyeong-min and Ayu-ra stepped in with brief nods.

“Welcome!”

As the two greeted him with bright expressions, Ha Dong-hwi’s voice grew lighter.

The news he’d been waiting for…

“You’ll need to come with us.”
“Where exactly?”
“We’ve arranged a visit to Yang Su-san, the Pacific Seafood representative, at Gangneung Detention Center.”
“That means…”
“Once we get the representative to sign a waiver agreement, 100 billion won will be deposited today.”
“100… billion won??”

* * *

“By now…”

Things had progressed quickly.
The investment profits from the Coin gift had been dispersed across tax haven investment entities.

With Isabella’s help, the initial account had been cleaned out.

Like a professional boutique firm, the old entity was liquidated overnight.

Even the transfer records had vanished.

I’d set aside 300 billion won—ten percent of the transferred funds—as spending money for myself.

Part of that would go toward acquiring Pacific Seafood, the first subsidiary my father would take over.

Through Fixer Kim Gyeong-min and lawyer Ayu-ra, I’d acquire the shares and rebrand it as H.R SF.

This would be my first foothold in my grand chronicle of wealth-building after the Regression.

Above all, I trust my father’s abilities.

The father I know will show results within a year.

Ding.

A text had arrived.

-The transfer of ownership is complete. It’s been registered with the concierge, so you can use it right away. Thank you always.

A message from Yoo Il-hwa, director at Myeongseong Real Estate.

“Grandmother’s in a hurry. Heh.”

Han Deok-im, a distant cousin of my paternal grandmother, is quite bold.

She’d readily absorbed a one-time outflow of over 40 billion won, including inheritance tax.

I have the purchasing power myself, but there’s no harm in saving it for now.

And if she trusts my word alone, she’ll easily triple her returns at minimum.

In three years from now!
Han Deok-im will easily ascend to the ranks of Korea’s richest.

“Why are you in such a good mood?”

After class ended, Lee Hyo-ju came over with her bag on her shoulder.

School had never been more peaceful.

No hostile gazes directed at me existed anymore.

Oh Gwang-jun, who’d snarled like a stray dog, now barely breathed in the classroom.

“I’m moving.”
“Moving? It’s been less than a month.”
“I got a new place.”
“Are you really that rich?”

Lee Hyo-ju asked as if bewildered.

“I suppose.”

Secrets wield their magic best when kept secret.

Kang Jun-woo and Jang Ji-yu wouldn’t divulge the truth.

In the meantime, the rumor had swollen into a formidable weapon.

“Where are you moving to?”
“Higher up.”
“Renting again this time?”
“No, I’m buying.”
“You’re buying? Really??”

Lee Hyo-ju knew roughly what Signiel prices looked like.

“Are you busy today?”
“Not really… why?”
“Want to help me with some shopping?”
“Shopping?”
“I got invited to dinner Friday evening, and I’m having trouble picking a gift.”

Kang Jun-woo had informed me of Go Mi-hee’s invitation for Friday evening.

Showing up empty-handed wouldn’t be proper.

As a member of a chaebol family, Lee Hyo-ju would be helpful in selecting a gift.

“Sure…”

Lee Hyo-ju accepted with a slight blush creeping across her face.

“I’ll buy coffee.”
“Just coffee?”
“And dinner?”
“Deal!”

Lee Hyo-ju’s expression brightened noticeably.

A young girl’s smile is always right.

Just then, a voice came from beside us…

“Will you buy me dinner too?”

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