The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 95

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Episode 95. I Will Not Forgive (3)

“You’ve been reusing funeral wreaths, haven’t you?”
“Excuse me? Reusing funeral wreaths?”

At ‘Tae-ung’s Flower Shop,’ located adjacent to the Sokcho Intercity Bus Terminal Area.

Han Ji-yoon, who had arrived at work in good spirits and was busy trimming flowers she’d purchased from the early-morning flower market, looked flustered.

A man in his late forties with a protruding belly burst through the door right at opening time.

“We’ve received a report. It’s better if you admit it honestly.”

The man, clutching a notepad, was interrogating her in a one-sided manner.

But his gaze seemed more interested in Han Ji-yoon personally than in the matter at hand.

She was a woman of uncommon beauty for Sokcho.

‘Heh heh. This lady’s got some presence to her, doesn’t she?’

“Who are you?”
“Me? I’m someone like this.”

The man pulled something from his chest.

— Government employee ID
— Deputy Administrator Jang Gwan-yong
— Sokcho City

A government employee ID, simply marked with a photo and basic information.

“So?”
“So? Ma’am!!”

Jang Gwan-yong erupted without warning or cause.

“Did you display a business registration for reused funeral wreath sales?”
“…….”

Han Ji-yoon clamped her mouth shut under Jang Gwan-yong’s pressure.

‘Now you’re caught, huh? Got you red-handed!’

Most small flower shops have been reusing funeral wreaths.

It had been a customarily permitted practice, but pressure from flower farmers led to the creation of a corresponding penalty law.

“Sigh.”

A sigh escaped from Han Ji-yoon’s lips.

Even at a glance, her distress was obvious.

“You know the fine is ten million won, right?”

Jang Gwan-yong, convinced he’d caught a proper case, wore a subtle smile at the corners of his mouth.

“Sir.”
“……??”

But the flower shop owner’s gaze fixed on him was strange.

It was a look of pity, as if regarding him with contempt.

“Right now, a government official is conducting official duties…….”
“We don’t sell them.”
“……??”
“Our flower shop doesn’t handle funeral wreaths.”
“……!!”

Jang Gwan-yong’s face suddenly paled.
Ordinarily, flower shops make decent money off large-scale funeral wreaths.

She doesn’t sell those things?

“Who put you up to this?”
“…….”
“Kang Deuk-su? That person?”
“…….”
“Kang Deuk-su’s son, Kang Hong-cheol, right?”
“……!!”

Jang Gwan-yong’s face began to rot from within.

‘Did the information leak? How does this lady know everything?’

Yesterday, Jang Gwan-yong had drunk with Kang Hong-cheol.

Kang Hong-cheol had vented his complaints about a flower shop that had been a tenant in his father’s building and then left.

In a small place like Sokcho, handling this kind of favor was nothing.

Especially — the power wielded by local government officials carries different weight than central agencies.

Times change, but it still works.

There’s an atmosphere where crossing swords with local officials makes it uncomfortable to establish yourself in town.

And yet this flower shop owner was coming at him with unexpected backbone.

“Deputy Administrator Jang.”

Han Ji-yoon addressed him by his proper title.

“Do you think you can handle this?”
“……??”
“My husband is the youngest son of the Ha Ryun Group. You’re doing this anyway?”
“W-w-what??”

* * *

“Da-hee~ Da-hee~ Da-hee~”

Yang Do-cheol, a man calling her name three times in succession.

They were in the DMC Entertainment Director’s Office.

With legs crossed and sitting at an angle, Yang Do-cheol stared at Seo Da-hee.

“Yes……. Director.”

Though she couldn’t hide her trembling, Seo Da-hee’s eyes now held a strength they hadn’t possessed before.

‘Look at that.’

Yang Do-cheol, who had dealt with hundreds of trainees and affiliated entertainers over the years.

To him, who could read a person’s psychological state just from their eyes, the young lamb before him was clearly resisting.

‘She thinks she’s old enough to resist me now?’

Yang Do-cheol was the kind of scoundrel who had never fallen victim to a Me Too movement, always managing to escape cleanly.

He had extended his filthy hands most aggressively toward trainees desperate to become stars.

He’d tried to get Seo Da-hee into his grasp multiple times, but nothing had stuck.

Seo Da-hee — a top graduate with higher education.

He couldn’t just push her around carelessly.

Having a female singer-songwriter with natural composition talent was no trivial matter.

Still, with Seo Da-hee, the time to settle things had come.

If the re-contract didn’t go through, he couldn’t just let her leave and flourish on her own.

A beautiful parting from the agency?

That was all nonsense.

Moreover, Seo Da-hee was an affiliated artist with good future value.

For such a commodity to refuse re-contracting, the dissolution terms would be even more stringent.

They’d match the conditions of a new-artist contract.
Or worse — far more unfavorable terms.

Seo Da-hee was in a very disadvantageous position on this front.

She had no savings to speak of, and no powerful sponsors to help her.

“So, are you going to re-contract?”

Yang Do-cheol asked bluntly.
The moment to force a decision.

“……I’ll think about it.”

She bit her lip briefly, and Seo Da-hee gave no definitive answer.

‘So she’s going to keep resisting to the end, huh? Keke.’

“Move out of the dorm.”
“Director! I’m paying the expenses with my music royalties!”
“You’re not doing any events these days anyway. Royalties? After we deduct everything, how much do you think is left? What, do you think we’re running a charity?”

Yang Do-cheol, wearing a sneer, was subtly needling Seo Da-hee.

“Plus, you’ve been refusing agency directives too, right? You didn’t manage your diet and you complained about having a manager — so then you move out, you return the car, and the manager drops you.”

At Yang Do-cheol’s words, Seo Da-hee clenched her fists.

‘Bastard!’

The brutal contract was now what held her feet to the fire — one where a lawsuit would likely succeed.

But Seo Da-hee couldn’t even afford the lawsuit.

The pittance she received as settlement barely kept her afloat day-to-day.

“You’ll need to pack your things today, so return everything by tomorrow morning.”

Yang Do-cheol ended the meeting with a unilateral decree.

“And regarding contract violations……you’ll be notified soon.”
“Contract violations? What am I……?”
“Hey! You’ll know when you see it! Go on.”

* * *

‘The flow has changed.’

I returned to school after a long time.

June 7th, 2022.
Yesterday I received various reports from lawyer Ayura and issued corresponding instructions.

Contract clients can request consultations with lawyer Joan Zhang at any time as a legitimate need.

Yesterday’s meeting with the lawyer was incredibly helpful.

Alone, I couldn’t handle something of this scale — I was vulnerable in resources and time.

This was a case where wisdom gained through a harsh professional life actually manifested.

This wasn’t work I could do on my own.

If I had the financial means, professional work should be left to professionals.

‘I need more power! Power!’

Fresh from the Regression, I’d barely taken one step forward.

At least I’d resolved the trauma I’d accumulated from school life.

Now I’d emerged into the light, a real person whose presence shone clear.

No one dares provoke me.

O Gwang-jun, who used to torment me, avoids my gaze.

Even the arrogant children now watch my every move.

The teachers are no different.
Simply being part of the Ha Ryun Group family is a credential in Korea.

‘By now they’ll have heard the rumors about my grandfather.’

The incident at Cheongwha after the Regression.
Every move I made was deliberate.

I could have lived quietly as I did in the past, but I’m tired of that kind of life.

With lawyer Joan Zhang as my ally, I made my name known clearly.

From that beginning, I’ll tighten the screws on my grandfather and every member of the Ha Ryun Group.

Now it’s time to taste the true flavor of revenge — the kind where they see it coming.

But I’ll maintain vigilance.
The moment I let my guard down, everything they did to me before could happen again.

These people are more than capable of it!

Those who threatened a blood nephew’s life as a warning.

My grandfather probably knew the truth, yet never once apologized.

He ultimately drove my father to his death!

Grit.

Thinking about it again, my teeth clench.

Their reaching hands toward my parents had been prepared long ago.

Gang thugs connected to Yang Soo-san.
Behind them, traces of the Ha Ryun Group flickered.

My father was eliminated within their plan.

The suffering my mother and I endured afterward — I can never forgive it.

“Tae-ung…….”

A voice calling to me carefully.
I snapped back to attention.

“Huh? What?”

I pulled myself away from my thoughts and collected myself.
Lee Hyo-ju, sitting right beside me, was staring with her eyes wide open.

“Just now…… you looked terrifying.”

Lee Hyo-ju’s face had gone pale.
It was because of the killing intent I’d been radiating.

The energy squirming within me, trying to awaken, was the Black Flame Dragon.

“Oh, sorry.”
“I-it’s okay……. These things happen.”

Lee Hyo-ju’s capacity for understanding is beyond the ordinary.

She’s also bloodline of a prominent group, so she seems to understand me.

“Want to grab lunch?”
“Yeah.”

Lee Hyo-ju is a regular at the cafeteria.
Ji-woong will probably already be waiting in front of the Cafeteria.

Creak.

I lifted myself from my chair.
Right then.

“Are you Ha Tae-ung?”
“……??”

Someone approached and asked.

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