There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 221

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Part 2, Episode 47
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That afternoon.
The moment Yewon stepped through the School Gate after classes.
Screech.
A sleek black luxury sedan that made anyone within earshot wince came to a stop directly in front of her.
This… surely not.
The blinding shine of the paint, the ostentatious badge, the jet-black tinted windows that revealed nothing of the interior, the sheer imposing mass of the vehicle—all eyes at the gate pivoted toward her in an instant.
Oh no…
Yewon scrambled into the car before anyone could stare any harder.
And there—
“Hello, daughter.”
Yusong greeted her with his customary warm smile.
“Hey there~”
And Leon, for good measure.
…What on earth is this uncle doing here?
Yewon cast a suspicious glance at Leon in the passenger seat and lowered her head in greeting.
“Hello…”
She’d learned by now that Leon’s appearances never boded well; every time he showed up, something messy seemed to follow. She couldn’t exactly muster enthusiasm for him.
“Hello, Kim Manager!”
But Kim Manager, who sat at the wheel, earned a much warmer greeting.
“Yes, hello, Miss.”
Kim Manager, as always, welcomed her with genuine warmth.
“Wow, niece. I think you just gave me a look that could break someone’s heart? Why do you seem happier to see our Kim Manager than your own blood relative? Hm?”
As if he weren’t the type to brush off a little hurt.
Yewon pointedly ignored Leon.
“Dad… you promised to stay out of sight at school.”
“Right. That’s why I came to pick you up in a discreet black car. Nothing too expensive.”
……
How much would a car have to cost before Dad considered it pricey?
Yewon started to ask but thought better of it. Whatever he said was bound to leave her feeling helpless.
“What brings you to school?”
“Just missed my daughter too much. Thought I’d pick you up.”
“Pfft.”
Leon burst out laughing at Yusong’s words.
“…?”
What was that about? Yewon switched her suspicious gaze between Leon and Yusong.
It didn’t seem like he’d come just because he missed her…
“Don’t mind him. He’s just suffering from spring fever.”
It’s March, though…? What spring fever…?
Yusong smiled reassuringly and pressed the button to raise the partition.
“Hey! Hyeon! Hey!! Hyeon Yuseong!!!!! You XXXXXXXX…!!!!!”
Leon protested loudly, but Yusong refused to lift his finger from the button. The partition rose smoothly, sealing off the front seat entirely.
“It’s a soundproof partition.”
“Oh… I see.”
Expensive cars really do have everything.
Yewon nodded with a lukewarm expression.
“So, how’s school treating you? It’s a new semester—do you need more spending money?”
“You already gave me a card, Dad. I’m fine.”
“Right, but you barely use it. I was wondering if maybe you were worried about draining your old man’s wallet.”
Worried about Dad’s wallet…?
Yewon glanced at his gleaming watch as always, the impeccably tailored suit, and the cufflinks that were unmistakably genuine gemstones.
She’d seen a news article not long ago about a film he’d invested in hitting number one on a global streaming platform.
Of course, that film—
“—actually succeeded perfectly, thanks to information our daughter gave me.”
He’d invested based on her intel, after all.
But having died at fourteen in her past life, Yewon hadn’t known the things other successful regression protagonists knew—which stocks would boom, which ventures would pay off.
However, when it came to films that would become blockbusters, she knew more than anyone.
She’d asked Yusong to bring her the pitch documents for every project waiting for investment worldwide.
And without a single question, Yusong had brought her every screenplay in existence.
“Yes, I saw the article too. They said it’s the highest-grossing low-budget horror film of all time.”
“That’s right.”
Yusong looked at Yewon with genuine admiration.
“I wonder who our daughter takes after—that eye for films is remarkable.”
“Mm…”
Not that she was a fortune-teller or anything, but having a good eye for cinema didn’t automatically guarantee you could predict box office success.
A “good film” and a “commercially successful film” were entirely different categories.
‘Besides, there’s even a saying that box office success is something heaven grants you—it requires all three elements to align perfectly.’
“I didn’t know our daughter understood horror films so well. Here I thought you’d cover your eyes at the slightest scare.”
“……”
‘He keeps embarrassing me like this.’
Anyway, it’s good that it did well commercially. We’ll need the money.
Because—
“Actually, Dad, there’s something I’d like to ask you for.”
There are places where the money needs to go.
…Quite a lot of places, actually.
“Tell me anything you need, sweetheart.”
At her words, Yusong answered as if he’d been waiting for nothing else.
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By the time Yewon had laid out everything she needed for Summer’s Proof,
Yusong nodded and lowered the partition.
“Kim Manager?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You heard all that?”
“Of course, sir.”
“?!”
‘Wait, isn’t this supposed to be a soundproof partition?!’
Seeing Yewon’s alarm, Kim Manager smiled faintly and pointed to the earpiece lodged in one of his ears.
“There’s nothing about the CEO’s business I don’t know, Miss.”
“Ah.”
‘I see.’
‘…That’s a bit unsettling, but let’s just move on…!’
“No, wait. Think about it—if three out of four people know something and one doesn’t, that person will feel something, and that becomes a risk, right? You said emotions are assets, you people. If I plant emotions in someone and can’t manage them, what happens? Losses like that become liabilities if you don’t manage them properly—”
“Enough.”
Yusong cut Leon off, sounding exhausted.
“Daughter. Next week… I’d like to visit your school.”
“?!”
‘Huh?’
Yewon stared at Yusong in bewilderment.
‘Dad… at school?! Why?!’
“What brings this on…?”
“Next week is Parent-Teacher Conference Week.”
“!”
Yewon’s mouth fell open.
‘Right!’
“Normally Uncle Doha would attend, but Leon is being considerate—he says he’ll provide a space where I won’t be noticed by others.”
Yusong said this, then added as if he’d just remembered something.
“And from what Leon told me, your homeroom teacher is someone who can keep secrets well too.”
“Oh… yes…. If it’s Gyeongwoo, he’d definitely be good at pretending not to know…”
Yewon trailed off.
‘That’s not the real problem though.’
‘The problem is that Dad is going to come to my school…!’
Yewon closed her mouth without saying it out loud.
Whatever she said seemed like it would be a terrible wound to Yusong.
“Are you unhappy that I’m going?”
“No, not at all!!!!!”
Yewon denied it immediately.
The moment she saw Yusong’s eyes die, she couldn’t say things like ‘I’m worried about what Dad might do to our school,’ or anything like that.
Especially not.
‘Not when he has that overwhelmingly emotional look—”I’m visiting my daughter’s school, meeting with her teacher as her parent…. I’m a parent now…”‘
It’s nothing particularly special, yet he’s overjoyed like that—I can’t exactly tell him not to come…
“I’m so happy. Yes….”
There’s no way I could ever say that.
Yewon swallowed her tears silently, stifling a bitter laugh.
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“Go on inside first. I’ll be a bit late getting home because of work.”
“Okay, Dad. Have a safe day!”
The moment Yewon stepped out of the car, the smiles vanished from the faces of the three men.
“It doesn’t look like she noticed anything.”
“Thank goodness. If she found out there were surveillance devices and CCTVs in the Practice Room, her trust in us would be completely shattered.”
Yusong nodded in agreement with Kim Manager’s words.
It was true.
There was good reason these three men had rushed to Yewon the moment the “meeting in the Practice Room” ended.
“What’s the name of the boy who put his hand on Yewon’s shoulder?”
“Mun Hyeok, sir.”
Kim Manager handed Yusong a screenshot from the CCTV feed.
….
Yusong narrowed his eyes to study Mun Hyeok’s face, then roughly closed the Tablet PC.
Even though he’d stepped in to help his daughter, he couldn’t suppress his anger.
“And the boy who dared to contradict what Yewon said?”
“Yoo Eun-o, sir. The senior that Miss mentioned before as being ‘interesting’—he’s the director of the Film Production Club.”
Ah.
Yusong’s jaw tightened at the familiar name.
So it was that name—the one that had driven all five men in our house to despair.
“The guy’s supposed to be a genius, apparently.”
Leon grumbled and pulled up a video on the Tablet PC.
“This is a commercial he shot. The industry’s talking about how he and the director did it with just a smartphone and a vintage camcorder, just the two of them.”
….
Yusong watched the commercial in silence.
He didn’t know much about video work himself, but he’d picked up a thing or two watching over Yewon’s shoulder all these years.
Even to his eye, this footage was outstanding. For someone so young to produce work of this quality—it made sense that people called him a genius.
But genius or not.
Yusong still couldn’t fathom why this boy would dare contradict his daughter.
“First, give full support without holding back. And you two—keep a close eye on these two boys. Find us the best location manager in the industry, as Yewon mentioned, and look into top-tier lodging for the students.”
“Of course, sir. And we’ll make sure no other student so much as brushes a fingertip against Miss.”
“Well, of course—”
“No. That won’t be necessary. Yewon will handle it herself just fine.”
No matter how Leon looked at him—his eyes screaming ‘Why?! We have to protect our precious niece!’—Yusong gazed at the empty space where his daughter had disappeared, his expression troubled.
Seoha.
Times like this, I really need you.
I’m not a good father… and sometimes I don’t know where the line is between protecting my daughter and letting her grow.
What should I do?

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