Chapter 4: Chapter 3

"Kim Taehyung ”

Taeri, whose head was originally lowered as she played a mobile game, pointed to the placard in Gong ki’s hand and read out the name written on it in her young, tender voice.

Then, she asked excitedly, “Did I read it correctly?”

Taeri had grown up abroad all this time and was currently in the literacy development stage.

Tae rubbed her head and said in a cool and melodious voice, “Yes, you did.”

Gong ki  was dazzled by the casual smile at the corners of his lips.

When did such a big beauty come to Seoul? he was even more beautiful than those B-list celebrities!

Tae was indifferent to the burning fervor in his eyes.

Taeri, on the other hand, blinked and asked innocently, “Mister, are you here to pick…”

Before she could say ‘…us up?’,

Gong ki hurriedly tossed the placard behind him and interrupted her. “Of course not, little girl.

I have nothing to do with that damned fatty.”

A touch of disdain appeared in Taeri’s big eyes.

“Mister, you’re so pitiful to be blind at such a young age, sigh.”

Which part of her mom was fat?!

Her words stunned Gong ki for a moment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity,

Tae stepped forward and left the area coldly.

Gong ki wanted to go after him, but his assistant stopped him. “Mr. Park, don’t forget the old sir’s  instructions.”

Gong ki  looked at Tae from the back and made a dissing remark.

“How wonderful would it be if that ugly freak was even half as beautiful as those sisters?

I would have put up with his antics from back then and decided not to call off the engagement!”

— At Hotel Finest, a hotel under the Jeon Corporation.

In the presidential suite, Tae looked at his cell phone after Taeri went to bed and fell asleep.

There were already seven or eight missed calls from the Kims.

When he returned the calls, he heard his father’s angry cursing.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?! Why aren’t you picking up? Weren’t you making a huge fuss about breaking off the engagement? Get your a*s back here right away, and stop wasting your younger sister and Gong ki’s time when they’ve got something good going for them!”

It was impossible for Tae’s father to let go of the Parks after climbing the social ladder and establishing a connection to such a prestigious family.

This was also why he had insisted not to break off the engagement.

Now, the Parks had finally relented and agreed to let his half-sister marry into the family instead.

There was no loss in this for Tae’s father. It was only then that the two families finally reached an agreement.

Tae said lightly, “I’ll come back now.”

He entrusted Taeri to Mrs. Lee, the nanny that had returned to the Seoul with her, and went out.

When he was waiting for the elevator, he suddenly heard some soft footsteps.

He turned to see a child dressed in gray silk pajamas, her short hair tousled as she stood in the elevator hall with sleepy eyes.

His daughter had short hair, and her exquisite, adorable facial features made it hard to distinguish whether she was a boy or a girl.

When they were living abroad, Taeri would give Tae a hug every time he went out.

Therefore, he didn’t think much about it. he habitually squatted down, and hugged and kissed the child on the forehead.

Although his voice was low, it was gentle.

“I’ll bring you some mousse cake tonight, baby. Go back to your room now.”

His daughter’s usually quick-witted eyes became dazed for a moment—she was probably so sleepy that she had turned silly.

Then, under her gaze, she nodded, turned around, and walked back.

This floor was the top luxury presidential suite, and there were only two suites in total.

Apart from the one they were occupying, it was said that the Jeons  had left the other for themselves, so it was not open to outsiders.

There likely wasn’t anyone staying there at the moment.

Ding! The elevator arrived.

Tae. went in right away. Thus, he didn’t see the door to the other presidential suite opening.

A tall, capable, and steady figure walked out. The man’s back was to the elevator entrance. His voice was low and deep, and he had an aura around him that was hard to ignore. He ordered the child, “Go back to your room, Jungwoo.”

Five-year-old Jeon Jungwoo stared in the direction of the elevator.

The soft hug and the kiss on the forehead from that man just now had made even him, the sole grandson of the Jeons, blush uncontrollably.

Woo’s face tensed up tightly. He had been brought up strictly ever since he was a baby.

Even the nutritional value of his meals had to be calculated.

However, a strong desire suddenly emerged in the boy who had always exercised self-control: “I want to eat mousse cake.”

“…” Jeon Jungkook glanced at him and carried him into the room with one hand.

Exuding an icy aura that kept people away from him, he walked over to the computer and continued the video conference.

The person opposite him gave him their report. “Mr. Jeon, we’ve confirmed that V has indeed returned to the Seoul.

On top of that, we’ve just bought a photograph of him at a high price. I’ll send it to you right away.”

Jk’s thin lips parted slightly, and he coldly spat out two words: “Find him!”

— It was brightly lit at the Kims’ villa.

Outside the door, Tae  listened to the digital lock’s “Input error” voice prompt, his lips curling up into a mocking smile.

The password had been changed, yet he, the Kims’ son, didn’t even know.

He lowered his eyes emotionlessly, raised his cell phone, and tapped it casually a few times.

Then, he placed it on the digital lock. A few seconds later, the door opened with a click.

The lively atmosphere in the living room rushed toward him, and the crowds going about made him realize that it was his younger sister, Kim Irene's, birthday today.

Seeing that no one had noticed him,

Tae found a sofa in the corner and sat down, intending to nap for a while.

However, a low cry came from the deck where no one was looking.

A few youngsters had surrounded a girl and were assaulting her.

Irene, who was wearing a blue dress, held a red wine glass and sneered as she looked at the girl that had been pushed onto the ground.

It was his cousin, Lisa. She had always been on good terms with that damned fatty, Tae.

Smack!!!

Someone gave Lisa a tight slap. “Did you just say that the fatty’s facial features actually look pretty good?

There must be something wrong with your eyes. I’ll treat them for you…”

“Hiss…” She took a glass of water infused with hot peppers and splashed it at Lisa’s eyes.

“That ugly freak looks like a pig. he can’t even compare to one of Irene's  toes!

How were you even able to say that he looks pretty good, Lisa?”

Lisa wanted to scream from the burning pain, but someone had covered her mouth, so she could only produce muffled cries as she choked with pain.

Irene suddenly squatted down. She took out a photo of Tae at her fattest and played with it in her hands.

“Hey, all of you are being too rough.”

When the others heard her, they giggled and let go of Lisa, who covered her red and swollen eyes with her hand. “Please, let me go…”

Irene smiled. “Let’s act in a more refined manner, and make a bet.”

Lisa’s weak voice came out of her throat. “What kind of bet?”

Irene pointed at the photo.

“If you can prove that he really is good-looking after he loses weight, I’ll eat this photo.

If you can’t do it, then you’ll eat it. How does that sound? Isn’t it very fair?”

The rest immediately laughed.

“But what are you to do if that fatty can’t shed the pounds?”

“For the sake of a bet, is he really going to get liposuction done just to prove that his ugliness isn’t because he’s fat? Hahaha…”

“Lisa, you have absolutely no way of proving that she’ll look good after he slims down, so…”

“Eat the photo! Eat the photo!”

Everyone clapped and made a ruckus.

Irene held the photo up in her face.

“Are you going to eat it yourself, or do you want us to help you with it?”

To be continued.....