The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 59
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Episode 59. Kneel! (11)
“The Grand Auditorium? How annoying.”
The freest existence in Class 1-10.
Long, glossy black hair framed her distinctive style.
Cold, haughty eyes and a stubborn crimson mouth, her high cheekbones and sharp jawline speaking to an unwavering pride.
Yet she radiated a seductive duality—Lee Hyo-rin.
Long after the morning bell had rung, she finally arrived at school.
Her uniform skirt was shorter than the other girls’.
It clearly violated Cheonghwa High School’s strict dress code, but she didn’t care.
Makeup, which wasn’t permitted, looked natural on her.
Her striking appearance and aura drew every eye.
Her usually expressionless face at school now bore the faintest hint of displeasure.
The classroom felt eerily quiet after days away.
Normally, her mere arrival would draw students like moths.
Especially now—Lee Hyo-rin, center of Five Fairies, who had made it big.
For someone with her craving for attention, the current silence was deeply unsatisfying.
She fed on the gazes that fell upon her, drawing energy from them.
Of course, at Cheonghwa she was accustomed to intense student admiration.
A student from an ordinary family couldn’t balance idol work with school.
Only Lee Hyo-rin had been permitted—the sole exception at Cheonghwa—to live publicly as a popular idol while attending.
Her family was incomparable.
Her mother was the parent association chair.
Beyond that, both her maternal and paternal families wielded formidable power as conglomerates.
Lee Hyo-rin entered the Grand Auditorium late, her eyes sweeping across the space.
‘Huh?’
Not a single person paid her any attention.
All eyes—students and teachers alike—were fixed on the stage.
‘What? Brother?’
She spotted her brother, Lee Jung-jun, the cold-blooded study machine.
He stood vacant and blank-faced on the stage—a sight she’d never seen before.
Her usually ice-cold brother, someone who wouldn’t bleed if pricked, looked almost foolish.
His mouth hung slack with vacant stupor, gazing intently in one direction…
“Who’s that guy?”
Lee Hyo-rin exclaimed without thinking.
A boy she’d never noticed suddenly commanded her attention.
He was very tall.
Handsome.
A face like that was rare among ordinary people.
Even the male idol colleagues she worked with looked different next to him.
But what struck her most was something else entirely.
“He’s… glowing.”
She’d hated her home from early on, deliberately doing everything her parents forbade.
As a result, her parents’ relationship had soured too.
A couple in name only—just window dressing.
It had been more than ten years since they’d fallen into that pattern.
The longer it went on, the more unbearable watching them became.
During her rebellious teens, despite her family’s fierce opposition, she broke into the entertainment industry and became a girl group member.
Her mother had tried to suppress her, saying she wouldn’t have a performing monkey.
But Lee Hyo-rin didn’t back down.
She’d held her wrists out to her mother, threatening to cut herself until forced permission was granted.
Her parents already knew her nature well enough to realize they couldn’t stop her.
After that, they became actively supportive instead.
What surprised everyone was when Chairman Lee Do-seong stepped in personally to promote his granddaughter.
Of course, it was damage control against the negative publicity surrounding Ju Mi-ju.
With her grandfather’s backing, Lee Hyo-rin donned a thousand masks.
During a broadcast appearance, she tearfully apologized for her mother’s conduct.
The public’s sympathy swelled instantly at the sight of the young girl’s tears.
It was calculated to precision, but it resonated with the masses.
Lee Hyo-rin became a famous idol star and was repackaged as a filial fairy, building her fanbase.
But at school, her true nature showed through.
Cheonghwa operated strictly by the law of survival of the fittest.
An atmosphere had formed that acknowledged her arrogance without question.
School was where she came to relieve the stress of her entertainment career.
But today, she faced something unfamiliar.
“Wow.”
That stifling aura she’d felt from senior entertainment industry figures now radiated from this boy.
Standing beside her brother, she looked down on the gathered students and teachers with quiet disdain.
“Is he an outcast…?”
“The vibe is crazy.”
“…He looks like a student council president.”
‘An outcast?’
Lee Hyo-rin felt a shock of confusion.
An outcast—radiating such untouchable brilliance?
The students’ conversation dealt her a second blow.
‘That can’t be right!’
Though only in her first year, she understood exactly where outcasts stood in Cheonghwa’s hierarchy.
They were pariahs—untouchables at this school.
Wretches who could never be friends with ordinary Cheonghwa students.
“You outcast bastard! Do you know who I am!!”
He’d lost all reason, his eyes wild.
“Keep the promise you made.”
“What promise!”
Lee Jang-yong snarled at the boy.
‘Damn it! I’m done with this school!!’
He’d already been recruited as a senior instructor by a prestigious academy in Gangnam.
He’d stayed at Cheonghwa because tormenting geniuses had been more fun than any salary.
But now that was no longer necessary.
He was done with this place.
Beaten down by an outcast, slapped by the principal in front of the students—he was finished.
Once he’d released all pretense, strangely, peace came.
“You said you’d kneel and apologize if I won, didn’t you?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“Hah hah hah. You’re insane. Me, Lee Jang-yong, kneel to some worthless outcast like you? Is that even possible?”
“This teacher—”
“Shut up!!”
When Principal An Jong-ung tried to intervene, Lee Jang-yong turned and glared straight at him with a harsh shout.
“I…”
Principal An Jong-ung’s face went pale.
His demeanor made clear that Lee Jang-yong had made his final decision to leave Cheonghwa.
“Today I was just off my game—made a small mistake. You kids with your empty heads think you can actually beat me? That’s a joke.”
Lee Jang-yong’s hidden contempt spilled out unfiltered.
He looked around at the students with open disdain.
Those students from privileged homes had become objects of resentment and hatred for a man who’d grown up in hardship.
Lee Jang-yong had sustained his teaching career on the pleasure of crushing the arrogant.
None of that mattered anymore.
“You won’t apologize?”
“That’s right. I did nothing wrong, so why should I apologize! What will you do about it, you little outcast? Hah hah hah hah.”
Lee Jang-yong, thinking this was the end, laughed at Ha Tae-ung with complete contempt.
“You’ll have to answer for those words.”
Ha Tae-ung gazed at Lee Jang-yong with calm composure.
“Answer? What will you do? Go ahead and try! You pathetic wretch!”
This was still about an outcast.
Now that Lee Jang-yong had abandoned Cheonghwa, he felt fearless, and his arrogance grew even bolder.
“Then I suggest you live up to your words.”
At that moment, a middle-aged man’s voice came from the back of the auditorium.
The students’ attention shifted from the stage.
Two unfamiliar figures stood near the auditorium entrance—a man and a woman.
They were not Cheonghwa teachers.
A middle-aged man in a charcoal suit and an attractive woman in a two-piece ensemble.
Thump, thump.
Click, click.
The two parted through the crowd and crossed the auditorium toward the stage.
“Who are they?”
“Aren’t they outsiders?”
The students whispered even as they made way.
Outside visitors weren’t permitted at school.
Even the security at the front gate was specially selected and hired.
Whoever caused disruption at Cheonghwa would be blacklisted from society entirely.
Yet these two adults entered the school with such ease, approaching the stage without hesitation.
“Who…are you?”
Principal An Jong-ung asked, regarding these unfamiliar visitors.
‘They’re not ordinary people…’
An Jong-ung had dealt with the elite throughout his career.
Usually, he could read someone at a glance.
These two carried that distinctive scent of people who had achieved considerable social success.
Custom fragrance and an unhurried confidence.
It was embedded in their bearing.
Their designer clothing and accessories—briefcases and the like—revealed their status further.
These two clearly belonged to the successful echelon of society.
“Allow me to introduce myself.”
The middle-aged man handed over a business card with a respectful bow.
‘Who exactly…are they?’
An Jong-ung accepted the card with suspicious eyes.
“…!!”
His eyes widened at the embossed company name and the title printed before the man’s name.
“Jo-An-Jang.”
The Jo-An-Jang that An Jong-ung knew was the core of South Korea’s premier judicial cartel—an institution existing to protect the legal interests of the elite.
“What? They’re Jo-An-Jang lawyers?”
“Why?”
“What’s going on all of a sudden?”
“Jo-An-Jang at the school??”
The revelation of their identities sent the students into shock.
Events had been cascading nonstop since this morning.
The outcast’s perfect score, confrontation with Lee Jang-yong.
Lee Jung-jun’s sudden appearance, followed by the principal striking a teacher—
Sharp students were already messaging their parents.
Ding, ding.
Message notifications erupted from every direction.
What a shocking Monday morning at school.
“What—who are you people!”
Lee Jang-yong, still lost in the moment, demanded loudly.
‘Jo-An-Jang? So what!’
He’d committed no crime.
Besides, it was unlikely an ordinary person would ever meet Jo-An-Jang.
Whoosh.
Lawyer Kim Gyeong-min’s gaze fell coldly upon the defiant teacher.
The world was full of ignorant fools who didn’t know the extent of their own wrongs.
The man before him was one such fool.
Kim Gyeong-min turned briefly toward Ha Tae-ung.
And then—
“Young Master.”
Senior lawyer Kim Gyeong-min bowed respectfully toward Ha Tae-ung.
“Young…Master?”
“…!!”
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