The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 86

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Episode 86. In Sokcho (6)

“This isn’t a dream, is it?”

Han Ji-yoon fingered the three-star key chain in her hand and looked around the interior of the flower shop.

A life turned upside down in just one day.

A modern-day genie from a magic lamp had appeared.

Her son, arriving on a weekend that coincided with a long holiday.
The high school student showed up behind the wheel of an imported luxury SUV.

She had believed it was a lottery win.

Even as a child, her son had been unusually independent.

That was why she could leave him alone in Seoul and come to Sokcho.

Though still in high school, he was legally an adult now.

No longer an age for parental interference.
Yet this unexpected son had thrust gifts into her hands.

“Even used cars cost so much…….”

The Mercedes-Benz S-Class was parked in a corner of the shopping center lot.

Though she’d driven it only briefly, it was so quiet you couldn’t feel the slightest vibration.

It was nothing like her husband’s used SUV.

Seats that cradled the body in comfort, a sound system that soothed the ears.

If not for the shop, she would have wanted to take the car out for a drive right then.

“Am I……materialistic?”

She wasn’t unhappy about her son’s gift.
She trusted him—he wasn’t the kind of person who would do anything wrong.

But her heart ached with a boundless sorrow.

Her son, who had given such gifts to parents too poor to have done anything for him.

Even when the family’s circumstances weren’t good, he’d always been resolute in front of them.

Still, she knew his school life hadn’t been easy recently.

And she couldn’t help him financially.

Han Ji-yoon herself had weathered that age with difficulty.

There is no life that grows without pain.

“Your father would faint if he saw this.”

The gifts her son gave her weren’t finished.
A dealer’s junior brought another vehicle.

A Volvo SUV, famous for its durability.

He’d said safety came first when running a business in the field.

His affection and consideration for his father shone through clearly.

“And this place…….”

Her son’s sense turned out to be remarkable.
The flowers for arrangement, potted plants, and trees were positioned in perfect harmony.

“Is this really our son?”

His eyes held a different light now.
Gone was the melancholy that had settled in his gaze a few months ago.

He had changed.

His eyes held a deep, steady strength—the gaze of someone mature.
It made her grateful and uneasy all at once.

“Something’s different…….”

A mother’s intuition stirred in Han Ji-yoon.
Yet it was something she couldn’t quite imagine.

“When his father comes……I’ll get answers somehow.”

Ha Dong-hui, her son’s father, was close to the boy.

Ding.

“Welcome!”

The flower shop, tucked away in a secluded alley that rarely saw customers unless they were regulars, was alive with energy now.
Life had returned to this place.

“I’d like to buy a bouquet for my girlfriend…….”

A young man with a bashful expression stepped in and spoke.

“Oh, is that so? Are there any flowers you’d like in particular?”

She had plenty of flowers on hand, varieties she’d picked up at the flower market early yesterday morning.

Han Ji-yoon greeted her first customer in the relocated shop with unmistakable joy.

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“Chairman? It’s not bad at all.”

The title of chairman doesn’t feel strange.
It’s a word I would have detested in the past, yet now I accept it naturally.

Like a suit tailored to fit me perfectly.

“I’ll do well.”

Ha Jin-sung—this is only our second meeting, but my trust in him is high.

The clear energy he gives off means he’s not the type to betray.

I still haven’t perfectly grasped the meaning of every color and sign.

So there are many confirmations I’ll need to make through Ha Jin-sung the dealer.

“How did everything work out so smoothly?”

Before the regression, I didn’t know Mother’s situation.
That too was certainly thanks to Grandmother’s help.

With money backing things up, every situation resolved quickly.

From signing the empty shop contract to moving, purchasing used vehicles, even acquiring a building in a prime location.

Ten workers were mobilized for the flower shop relocation.

A Sokcho moving company with a free schedule took the whole job.

Two large trucks and ten workers.
They finished everything—from moving to rearrangement—in two hours.

Of course, I paid a generous bonus for the shortened time.

The vehicles delivered on schedule were arranged in advance yesterday.

Good cars that the Ha family couldn’t manage otherwise.

And I’m cleanly handling real estate purchases with high future investment value.

At this point in the past, the burnt shop found a new owner and underwent major renovation.

They sold coffee and bread, and it became a huge hit.

And that empty lot in front of Hanjin Apartments.
With Sokcho Beach right before it, several high-end pensions will be built there.

Compared to the eventual ripple effects from the coins and gifts about to explode, it’s modest in scale, but it’s a present for Mother.

“This is the power of capital!”

The force of money—something I’m realizing all over again!

In just one night, so much happened and was resolved.

I got Mother out of that senile old fool’s shop, trapped in outdated thinking.

Father’s absence while running his business route is normal for our house.
Today, at least, I’m Mother’s protector.

“From now on, walk only the path of flowers.”

My parents, who’ve endured so much hardship, need a generous financial cure.
Filial piety I’ve never shown before.

Screech.

I arrived at Cheonghohowiseu Lake Park parking lot, my thoughts organized.

Right before me, I saw the “Cheonghohowiseu Real Estate” sign.

I got out of the car.

“Welcome, Young Master.”

Young Master?

It’s Kim Ju-hee, the representative of Daewoo Real Estate, waiting in the parking lot.
She calls me Young Master and takes a respectful posture.

“Let’s go in. Everyone’s waiting.”

Kim Ju-hee led the way inside, gesturing for me to follow.
I followed her into the real estate office.

Ding.

As the door opened, a bell chimed.
A framed four-character idiom hung on the front of the entrance—written in bold, imposing brushstrokes.

Embrace the righteous, distance the wicked.

To keep the right near and the wrong far.

A phrase that revealed the master’s character.

Two middle-aged men sat on the sofa below the frame.

The man that caught my eye first appeared to be in his mid-sixties.
His white hair looked natural, and his bearing was spirited.

His dress and demeanor suggested something uncommon.

A man of means in Sokcho, unburdened by money.

“President Song, I’ve brought the young master.”
“Ha-ha. Welcome. I’m Song Jung-geun.”

The four-character idiom in the frame suits his three-character name well.

The middle-aged man with a decisive, square jaw rose from his seat and extended his hand.
His frame, though not tall, appeared solidly built.

Keen, alert eyes that matched his facial structure.

His handshake was firm.

“Ha Tae-ung.”
“Ha Tae-ung…….”

Song Jung-geun savored the name upon hearing it.

He seemed to be inferring something from the three characters of the name.

“President Song, you’re the building owner here?”
“The building owner? If a building with only its bones left counts as a building, then yes. Ha-ha-ha.”

The man sitting on the old leather sofa laughed and replied.
He also appeared to be in his mid-sixties.

His sitting height was short, but his eyes were alive.
Slicked-back hair and keen, sharp eyes—quite striking.

“Forgive me—Kim, let me introduce you. This is Chairman Hwang. Pay your respects.”
“Hello. I’m Kim Ju-hee from Daewoo.”
“An alumni association chairman is still a chairman? Pleased to meet you. I’m Hwang Hak-su, though they call me Hwang the Nameless.”
“Nameless? Aren’t you the biggest landowner in Sokcho?”
“What good is that? My son’s burning through it all for his business.”
“What’s the use in keeping it? Give it all to the kids and go in peace.”

It felt less like a real estate transaction and more like life advice.

These two clearly weren’t constrained by money.

Around the two middle-aged men rippled an aged golden glow.

It seemed real estate magnates took on a golden, earthy hue.

“So, our young master wants to make a purchase?”

Chairman Hwang looked at me and asked.

Spark.

The old man’s gaze and mine collided in the empty air.

This wasn’t about money.

It was a look to assess the character of the real estate buyer.

“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It’s a gift for my mother.”
“Your mother?”

Chairman Hwang’s eyes widened at the word “mother,” repeating the question.

“You’re a filial son. We even opened a flower shop for you today at Terminal Shopping Center.”

Kim Ju-hee joined the conversation.

“A flower shop??”
“It’s her hobby. My maternal grandfather and grandmother’s ashes were scattered in the Sokcho sea.”

The necessary words were exchanged briefly.
A brief silence followed.

And then.

“I…….”

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