There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 152

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Episode 152
‘…Yewon’s friend wants to come to our company? Of course, we’d welcome her anytime!’
‘Really?’
‘Of course. She’s your friend. Absolutely.’
With permission granted from Time Entertainment, Glitt and Yewon made their way home with light, buoyant steps.
Everyone except one person—Lee Doha.
While Glitt and Yewon, excluding Lee Doha, bounced excitedly saying ‘This is perfect!’, Yeongeo quietly called Lee Doha over.
Yeongeo called Lee Doha aside quietly.
‘Lee Doha.’
‘Yes?’
‘I’ve tried not to meddle in your family affairs, but what kind of person is Yewon’s father?’
‘!’
‘It’s not anything else, but… Haion suddenly approached us wanting to buy over 20 percent of our company’s shares, so I refused immediately. But they said it wasn’t out of any ulterior motive—rather, it’s Yewon’s father’s intention to support Time Entertainment as a father.’
‘Then, sir…’
‘I said I’d think about it. From my experience, nothing good comes from outside money entering the entertainment industry. But it’s too large a sum to simply refuse. With that money, we could do so much for our artists.’
‘…I will follow your judgment, sir.’
Lee Doha found himself lost in thought after Yeongeo’s words.
Yusong’s support and encouragement for Yewon was something to be grateful for, but…
Was this really okay?
He was already worried that Yewon was carrying too much on her shoulders alone…
His concerns kept multiplying.
Then.
Yewon, who had been quietly watching the drama beside Yeonho, turned to look at Lee Doha.
“Uncle?”
“!”
“Come here. Let’s watch TV together!”
“…Sure. Let’s watch together.”
The moment Lee Doha sat down, Yewon pressed herself against his side.
“!”
Suddenly robbed of Yewon’s attention, Yeonho glared at Lee Doha with eyes full of betrayal.
It was supposed to be my turn!
But Lee Doha, oblivious to that gaze, simply scratched the top of Yewon’s head affectionately.
“Oh, that’s right, Uncle.”
“Hmm?”
“Next week is the premiere of our 【Love Can Wait, Money Can’t】.”
“Ah, yes. Time really flies, doesn’t it?”
As of yesterday, all the child actor scenes for 【Love Can Wait, Money Can’t】 had finished filming.
Lee Doha felt anew just how quickly time passed.
“And that’s exactly December 30th.”
“Right. It won’t be long until Yewon turns eight.”
The thought made Lee Doha’s heart grow a little heavy.
When did my Yewon grow up so much that she’s already at school age!
“So all my friends want to get together to watch the first broadcast and have a year-end party too…. Can we do it at our house?”
“Of course. Absolutely. Invite everyone. Uncle Weon will make something delicious.”
Lee Doha would never volunteer to cook himself.
“Okay. I will. And Uncle.”
“Hmm?”
“My friends all want to go to school together, so they’re moving near our house.”
“What?”
Both Lee Doha and Yeonho were taken aback by Yewon’s words.
What did she just say?
“Hyuk is already going to school, so we’re not counting him. But Jeongyun, Harin, and Baek Yun are moving over here!”
“Huh…?”
Lee Doha’s pupils trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Is… is that okay…?
It’s good that Yewon gets to go to school with her close friends, but something feels off…?
“They all said they want to go to university together too. And after graduating, we’ll all live together!”
“U-university too?”
High school might be possible… but university as well?
Yeonho furrowed his brow.
“And the weird thing is, they all told me to make sure to tell you about this and get your permission! Why would they ask for your permission?”
“…Well… I have no idea either….”
Lee Doha was confused once again today.
However.
Yeonho was different.
‘They’re already trying to reserve Yewon’s future. I need to stay vigilant so they don’t take her away.’
That fool Lee Doha knew nothing, but he was not so foolish.
* * *
A dimly lit one-room apartment.
A weary Bank Employee had just gotten off work and entered her home.
‘Wow. Today was another legendary day for the manager.’
Instead of protecting me from that difficult customer, the two of them took sides together and harassed me. How is that even possible?
If they’re going to harass me, they should at least pay me 1.7 times my salary… or better yet, give me their salary….
‘How can humans keep hitting new lows every single day…. Today’s another loss for humanity, another win for misanthropy… seriously….’
The Bank Employee, who had become a firm believer in misanthropy since getting hired, turned on the TV the moment she took off her coat.
She wasn’t particularly trying to watch anything; she just needed white noise.
She desperately wanted to just lie down, but she forced herself to go shower instead. She hated the thought of sleeping in a dirty bed more.
The moment she finished washing and came out.
‘Hmm?’
Cheerful background music was flowing from the TV.
The drama had only just begun, and the black screen displayed a disclaimer like “This drama is a work of fiction…”
Then the scene shifted, the upbeat music cutting off abruptly as an ominous tune took its place.
The first scene was a rain-soaked forest.
A small girl, drenched from head to toe and caked in mud as if she’d rolled through it several times, glared downward with a menacing intensity, her voice low and deliberate.
“…So. I warned you. Do Yuna.”
“…!”
Wow.
That kid’s acting is incredible.
The Bank Employee forgot to even sit down, completely absorbed in the screen.
The girl’s eyes gleamed brilliantly against her mud-caked face, darkened by the rain and grime.
Those eyes held the unmistakable intent to kill.
“Ha, Han Sora. Let go and talk!”
Beneath her, another girl struggled desperately, trying to break free from the hands pressing down on her shoulders.
“We could have both rolled through the flower field. Why did you have to pretend to know… and drag things to this point?”
“I understand, so let go and talk.”
“Your path. My path. …Was this really so difficult to understand?”
“…”
“You’re not the only protagonist in this world. Do Yuna.”
The moment the girl pinned beneath her squeezed her eyes shut, sinking deeper into the mud.
[This Life Is About Money, Not Love]
The drama’s title appeared as the upbeat music returned.
‘What? The tone just changed like that?’
She thought it was a thriller? Or was it not?
‘I’ve never seen this drama before.’
It must be the first broadcast today.
The Bank Employee picked up the remote. She was about to change the channel.
Earlier, she’d gotten caught up in it without realizing, but she absolutely despised thrillers, mysteries, and detective stories.
‘I’m already stressed out of my mind at work—I don’t want to be stressed at home too.’
What she wanted was a comfortable, easygoing program—like comfort food for the eyes.
Whether it was a variety show or anything else.
Just as the Bank Employee shook her head internally and reached for the remote button.
“?!”
-Ah. This is the taste of possession. This is real life, truly.
Suddenly, an adult’s narration accompanied by whimsical sound effects filled the air.
But contrary to the narrator’s tone, the screen showed the girl who’d been buried in mud moments ago now scattering money around a room with reckless abandon.
‘What… what is this?’
The tone changed again?
The Bank Employee’s finger froze on the remote button.
-Ah. I’m sure you were all startled by the sudden genre shift, so let me explain.
-My name is Do Yuna.
Without a single soul to stop her, the child bounced around in slow motion in all directions, scattering money everywhere—a sight that dealt the Bank Employee a considerable shock.
‘What is this? Not even B-grade, but F-grade sensibility…?’
-Actually, my ‘real’ name is Lim Jiwon.
-I’m currently possessing this small body, Do Yuna’s body.
At that same moment, as if compressing and displaying all the previous events, the past years flowed by at double speed.
-I, Lim Jiwon, lived as an ordinary office worker, and I was hit by a reincarnation truck on my way home from work… and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in some kid’s body, which shocked me.
-It turned out this body—
-was the childhood of Do Yuna, the villainess from the web novel I loved to read.
Hit by a car and possessed by a villainess?
‘…Wasn’t that mostly something that appeared in web novels?’
It wasn’t a setting you saw much in dramas.
-So I became Do Yuna, filthy rich but with filthy rotten character.
‘….’
What is this… a completely nonsensical setup?
‘Could this be a drama for people who watch without using their brains?’
The Bank Employee eventually gave up thinking and sat down.
‘Let’s see how far this goes!’
Watching that F-grade sensibility spraying money around with a money gun, it didn’t seem like a purely dark drama.
-At first I was flustered, but I soon adapted well.
-Of course I did. I’d escaped the 9-to-11 overtime working life and became the youngest daughter of a chaebol family where all I had to do was sleep well and eat well.
-…or so I thought.
Then, suddenly the cheerful background music cut off abruptly.
The money floating lazily through the air also fell to the ground, and the slow motion ended.
-…a crisis had arrived for me.
At that same moment as the narration, someone burst through the door and entered.
“Miss Yuna! It’s time to go to kindergarten… Oh my. What is this mess…! Miss!!”
Apparently the child’s nanny, a middle-aged woman, let out a sharp cry upon seeing Do Yuna.
-The original heroine, Han Sora, had appeared in my kindergarten territory.
“Ugh, Auntie! I told you I was going to skip today!”
“And I told you that you can’t!!”
“That’s why I’m saying if I go to kindergarten today, all the kids will get hurt! I saw it all in my dreams!!”
“Why do you keep believing such nonsense dreams!!”
-Ah, why is the appearance of the original heroine a crisis, you ask?
-Because in the original novel, I get stripped of everything by the heroine and kicked out completely.
‘…It’s a cliché itself.’
It was definitely a pattern I’d seen often in web novels.
So now I’ll have a bloody fight with the original heroine, right?
I can already predict the story. Ugh, stress. I really should change the channel….
-So I made a decision.
-I would become the heroine’s doormat and survive with stubborn determination.
“…?????”
Huh?
How does that even work?
-So basically, this story is about me becoming the female lead’s footstool and protecting the youngest daughter of a chaebol family’s life.
“….”
After hearing that final narration, the Bank Employee quietly pulled a can of beer from the refrigerator.
Well, let’s just see how far this goes!

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