The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 47

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Episode 47. Life is Real Combat (1)

“Hyo-ju. Do you know who Tae-ung’s grandfather is?”
“I already told you I don’t.”

In the car heading home from grandfather’s house.

Han So-eun pressed her daughter Lee Hyo-ju again.

Lee Hyo-ju had been even more irritable than usual, pushing through today’s schedule without rest.

Ever since she entered her teens, her words had noticeably dwindled.

She would never have attended a family gathering without grandfather’s summons.

“That Tae-ung boy seems to know you pretty well, though…….”

Lee Seok-jun, her father in the driver’s seat, asked while glancing at the rearview mirror.

He was a man who harbored many regrets as her father.

An only daughter, yes—but to grandfather Lee Do-jung, she was merely a pretty granddaughter.
Nothing compared to the attention the boys received.

Conservative Father Lee Do-jung would pass control of the group’s flagship subsidiaries to his eldest son and that son’s firstborn.

With hard work, she’d be fortunate to inherit stocks in affiliated companies and some real estate.

Lee Seok-jun harbored no great ambitions on that front.

He barely managed to run a company that didn’t suit his nature, heeding his wife Han So-eun’s counsel.

Today felt different from other family gatherings—an unexpected turn of events.

He’d learned that his daughter Hyo-ju had a friend who could be a real support.

With this friend’s presence, father Lee Do-jung’s face hadn’t stopped smiling.

“It’s nothing like that. And I’m exhausted.”

Lee Hyo-ju evaded the question and shut her eyes.

‘Ha Tae-ung. What are you going to do now…….’

Lee Jeong-ho, the cousin known throughout the family as thoughtless.
Ha Tae-ung had been properly exposed today.

By Monday next week when school started, Lee Jeong-ho would know that Ha Tae-ung was a Sah-bae-ja.

And that news would spread quickly to the entire family.

Hyo-ju’s head throbbed as if it might split just imagining it.

“He certainly seemed like a young man from a well-established family…….”

Han So-eun, sitting in the passenger seat, added her two cents to Lee Seok-jun’s observation.

She’d sharpened her intuition and made an educated guess.

‘Well-established? Tae-ung?’

Hyo-ju too began to suspect Ha Tae-ung’s true identity.

Grandfather definitely knew Ha Tae-ung’s grandfather.

But unable to find the connection, Hyo-ju’s head grew only more tangled.

It felt as though the Sah-bae-ja had revealed some hidden true form he’d been concealing.

“Stay in touch. Grandfather seems like he’ll be inviting him again soon.”
“…….”

Her father Lee Seok-jun’s advice continued, unaware of Hyo-ju’s turbulent thoughts.

A deep breath escaped her.

Hyo-ju swallowed hard and pressed her lips together.

Far beyond the car window, Lotte Signiel loomed into view.

* * *

“You don’t know?”
“That bastard’s suspicious. If he’s doing well, there’s no way I wouldn’t know about it.”
“That’s true…….”

The third son of the Oyang Group, Lee Seok-jong, had just returned home with his family.

“Ugh. What kind of punk plays golf with a lady pro at that age, without even being a real man? And a sponsor? Look at him——”

Jang Hui-ae, Lee Seok-jong’s wife, poured out her critique of Ha Tae-ung.

It was jealousy over her father-in-law’s monopolized attention, away from his grandsons.

She’d spent the entire outing in bitter silence and now lit up her eyes with grievance.

“I’ll find out when we get to school.”
“Yeah. Do a little digging on who that bastard is.”

‘You’re dead, asshole!’

Lee Jeong-ho was already formulating a plan—if the kid was from a pushover family, he’d stomp him flat.

Among the kids who ran things at Cheonghwa High School, Lee Jeong-ho’s word carried weight.

Most of them were athletics scholarship students.
All of them built strong and powerful.

The shadow Il-jins in a school with no official Il-jin hierarchy.
Once you fell into their sights, few students could survive at that school.

“Still, be careful. Their grandfathers seem to know each other.”

A warning from Lee Seok-jong, the most ambitious among the direct descendants of the Oyang Group.

Because of his rank as the youngest, he had to bow his head to his older brother, who’d claimed the chairman’s seat—a bitterness he carried.

It was a life lived desperately hard because he despised the future that had been mapped out for him.

The world is unforgiving to both the haves and the have-nots.

He knew better than anyone how ruthless the world beyond shadow could be.

“Don’t worry. I’m not stupid.”

* * *

“This… this is your car, right?”
“Third question, you know?”
“Why are you driving so well? Didn’t you just get your license a few days ago?”
“I picked up the feel through games.”
“Wow.”

A short, heavy breath of amazement escaped Park Ji-ung’s lips as he sat in the passenger seat.

Late last night, he’d received a text from Ha Tae-ung.

Ten in the morning, in front of the house.

Ha Tae-ung had come directly to Guryong Village.

Park Ji-ung was shocked when Ha Tae-ung appeared in the village.

He knew Tae-ung was two years older.
He’d heard he’d gotten his driver’s license.

But he never imagined he’d show up with a large import SUV.

Ha Tae-ung was a Sah-bae-ja like him.

If circumstances were tight, how could he have a large foreign car?

Though not everything, Park Ji-ung did know a few things about Ha Tae-ung.

One of the Sah-bae-jas who’d survived school like a ghost.

The guy was tall, handsome, and good at his studies too.

The overflowing confidence was no exaggeration.
He’d brazenly extracted five hundred million won from his mother O Seo-ra as compensation for damages.

Five hundred million—a sum Park Ji-ung would never touch in his lifetime.

That wasn’t all.
Even in the recent midterm results, he’d shown unwavering confidence.

And as if that weren’t enough, now he had both a foreign car and flawless driving skills.

“I respect you!!”

Praise for Ha Tae-ung burst from Park Ji-ung’s lips.

That moment when he’d spilled a food tray on O Seo-ra’s face—the self-worth that had quietly welled up then.

From that point on, the world had looked different.

“I’ll look after you. So live this life with some style.”

Ha Tae-ung had a habit of dropping random declarations.

“Yeah. I won’t embarrass you as your friend.”

The car rolled forward with weight and smoothness.

Over two tons of massive frame demonstrated the responsiveness of a large sedan.

“Tae-ung. Where are we going, anyway?”

Ha Tae-ung hadn’t yet revealed the purpose of their meeting.

“Looking at a house.”

“A house? Are you moving?”
“No. For you and your grandmother.”
“What??”
“Your grandmother’s getting on in years. She needs to be comfortable.”
“…….”

His heart clenched before his words could form.

But his friend Ha Tae-ung had shown a different depth.

“Right. The school you’ll attend in two years.”

And among them, Seo Guk University is the top!

Past the towering buildings, they pulled up in front of a real estate agency.

“Let’s go in.”

They passed through the wide reinforced glass automatic doors and entered.

“Ho ho. Have a seat first. Coffee? Or tea?”

“Water for me too, please.”

So he had no experience with this.

But Ha Tae-ung seemed to have plenty of experience—everything he did felt natural.

He gave off an aura as if he’d been working in society for over a decade.

He was the epitome of the Teto-nam trend that was starting to take off these days.

“Here you go.”
“Thank you.”

Manager Lee Gyeong-ja handed them cups of filtered water.

‘Who are these kids? Are they students?’

Seo Guk University students often came here.
They mostly looked for cheap Jeonse or monthly rentals.

‘That car they drove…….’

Lee Gyeong-ja smelled money—the rich, strong scent of it.

A large import SUV.
Kids this age rarely drive such vehicles.

Insurance and maintenance alone were beyond easy reach.

“You have a Jeonse listing for Seo Guk Hyundae 2nd Apartment?”
“Jeonse? Of course. But you know how rare Jeonse listings are these days?”

Lee Gyeong-ja’s mind raced quickly.
The visitors were still young-looking students.

One suspicious property suddenly flashed through her mind.

A landlord who owned dozens of properties was currently on the brink of bankruptcy.

Rumor had it he’d all-in invested his rental income in cryptocurrency and lost everything.

The Jeonse lease for a tenant at Seo Guk Hyundae 2nd Apartment was nearing expiration soon.
The landlord had no money to return.

Just days ago, the landlord had suggested a scheme to her.

Find a new tenant and he’d give her ten percent of the Jeonse deposit as a commission.

‘As long as he doesn’t go bankrupt immediately…….’

Usually, students preferred Hwak-jeong Il-ja over complicated Jeonse rights.
After all, once they got the Hwak-jeong Il-ja, it took effect the next day.

Give them the Hwak-jeong Il-ja and the landlord could execute a loan on the same day, securing double the money in hand.

The Jeonse tenant would immediately become second in line for payment.

It could be mistaken for Jeonse fraud, but since it was purely the landlord’s doing, the agency bore no responsibility.

They only played the role of providing the tip.
As long as the landlord kept quiet, the real estate agent wasn’t an accomplice.

Besides, the landlord was bankrupt anyway—nothing to lose.

When the loan is executed, each property becomes collateral, new funds are raised, and the slate is wiped clean.

Even if things blow up, most end up as civil matters rather than criminal charges—no real punishment.

Even if it goes to auction, tenants don’t find out right away.

‘If I get the commission this time, should I change cars?’

Lee Gyeong-ja wrestled internally with the temptation.
One blind eye, and tens of millions would slip into her hands.

Especially today—a Sunday with her working solo.

It was at that exact moment.

Ding.

The automatic door opened and another female customer entered.

“Welcome……”

Lee Gyeong-ja greeted her curtly, then froze as she looked up.

A woman of dazzling, luminous beauty had caught her eye.

The woman’s gaze first turned toward the customers who’d arrived earlier.

As soon as their eyes met, a bright smile spread across the newcomer’s face.

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