Chapter 154:
Flowers Are Bait
âBy the way, itâs impressive that you made it all the way to the fourth round.â
There was a strange tone, neither congratulatory nor mocking. As Lee-yeon just stared silently, he added meaningfully as if there was nothing to be afraid of.
âYou should have failed early even if you were meant to fail.â He said with seriousness in his gaze.
ââ¦!â
The voice that pierced deeply with such a normal expression was eerie, and Lee-yeon trembled involuntarily.
âI feel like Iâve given you many chances, but this is really becoming difficult.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âMiss Lee-yeon.â
Suddenly, Director Jo called out quietly, as if comforting a young disciple. He double checked if the big man he had seen before with her was not there and grabbed her shoulder.
Choo Ja exclaimed, âWhat is this old man doing?â and slapped Jo Kyung-chunâs hand, but he quickly whispered as if being chased by something.
âAs you get closer to winning Hwaido project, you will hear or meet him at least once.â
âWhatâ¦what do you mean?â
âSuguk Pharmaceuticals.â
âThatâs a famous pharmaceutical company.â
âThe Kwon family is behind it.â
She furrowed her brows at the unfamiliar story.
âIf someone from that family tries to contact youâ¦.â
Jo Kyung-cheon swallowed hard as if he had a dry mouth. His usually carefree expression disappeared, and he held his breath and leaned in to listen.
âDonât look back and run away.â
ââ¦.What?â
âJust avoid anyone with the surname Kwon for now.â
ââ¦.!â
For a moment, her favorite name flashed through her mind, but she had other questions.
âWhy?â
Jo Kyung-cheon closed his mouth for a moment as if choosing his words, then swallowed hard. He wanted to say so many things, but the fear of the Kwon family made him break out in a cold sweat.
He thought of how the rare plant discovered by So Yi-yeon was being used nowâ¦
In the end, Jo Kyung-cheon just cut off the branches and muttered empty words.
âA naive tree doctor can never handle it.â
* * *
She took out an old, dusty radio, and her nose itched as soon as she did. Lee-yeon inserted a CD that someone had left behind like a gift and clicked the stiff, protruding buttons.
Shostakovich: Sonata for Cello & Piano in D Minor, Op. 40.
Lee-yeon traced the title of the piece written on the back of the case with her fingers.
Shostakovichâs Sonata for Cello & Piano in D minor. Soon, a soft yet melancholy and poignant melody flowed out.
To her, the forest was like music.
If only one could summon a cool well in a barren wasteland where only humid winds blow, or a thunderous sky, it would be nothing but music. It shows the scenery that each person holds. Especially if one can draw a refreshing mountain field where the trees grow again and spring flowers bloom in the land that has become ruins.
Lee-yeon hoped that the changes they would achieve would provide some comfort to the residents who were waiting without any assurance.
So now it was urgent for her to find the most suitable instruments, songs, and performers.
âLee-yeon.â
At that moment, Kwon Chae-woo knocked loudly, breaking through the gradually increasing vibrato of the strings.
The man was leaning against the door and staring at the old radio in front of him, and strangely, his complexion looked pale.
âChae-woo, are you not feeling well? You look unwell.â
ââ¦.â
âDid you catch a cold?â
However, after a while of silence, Kwon Chae-woo suddenly clenched his fist and asked with a twitch of his jaw, âWhat kind of classical music is this?â
âOhâ¦I just took out a CD for the first time in a while to prepare for the exam.â
ââ¦.â
âWas it too noisy? Iâll put on my earphones. You can even lie down in bed, Chae-woo.â
âNo, leave it. Itâs actually refreshing to have my mind clear like this.â
He chuckled, twisting one side of his face. Once again, it was a side of him that Yeon didnât know. Yeon tried to dispel her gnawing anxiety by biting her lips.
He grinned, his face contorting on one side. Once again, it was a side of him that Yeon didnât know. Yeon bit her lip, trying to dispel the unease that crept up inside her.
ââ¦Chae-woo used to have nightmares and cry when he was alone, but strangely, he seemed okay when this was playing.â
âThatâs probably how it was before.â
âWhat?â
âOh, nothing.â
He suppressed all kinds of negative emotions behind his gentle smile.
âOh⦠now that I think about it, it seems like Chae-woo hasnât been crying lately. In the past, even if Chae-woo cried in his sleep, I would wake up immediately, but I havenât seen any signs of that recently. Is it because I havenât noticed, or is he sleeping comfortably?â
Lee-yeon looked worried and tilted her head. Meanwhile, the cello sound from the radio was gradually intensifying.
All the movements that required pressing, plucking, and changing the angle of the bow to quickly scratch the strings without a break came to mind naturally. Even the image of her mother playing this piece came to mind. Kwun Chae-woo pressed his trembling eyebrows as if having a seizure and clenched his ears that were twitching.
âIt looks like my tears have dried up. But that CDâ¦.â
âOh, this is⦠from the person I mentioned last timeââ
âAh, a spoil you hid?â
âWhat?â
It was impossible for Lee Yeon to not realize that the man in front of her was annoyed right now.
She felt an intangible sense of reprimand in his subtle tone, causing her heart to sink. âItâs not like that. I, I just didnât say enough back then.â
However, Kwon Chae-wooâs gaze was already far away from her.
A CD case lying on the floor. Even at a glance, it was clear that it was stained with fingerprints and the gold coating had worn off. This woman wouldnât even know that it was once a piece of a boy.
Eventually, the man murmured coolly, covering his eyes with his palm.
âCan you stop playing it? My ears hurt, Lee-yeon.â The body, which had been forced to stay awake for several days, was reaching its limit little by little.