I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 221

I stopped by a nearby room and changed into the clothes the secretary gave me.

Of course, with Go Minji.

The secretary might ask if it’s okay to not worry about it, but as soon as they say even a single word about us, they’re gone from this world, so you can trust them as long as they don’t speak.

"Is this because of the atmosphere?"

"Huh?"

While we were changing clothes, glancing at each other, Go Minji suddenly asked.

I roughly understood, but just to be sure, I asked back.

"You spilled on purpose to make it obvious, right? But you said you didn’t want to eat me. You were all squishy and soft, so you weren’t even hard. So why did you spill it?"

"Ah, that."

"I thought about it, and it seems like it was your first time. That kind of atmosphere. You couldn’t hold it and ran to the bathroom."

"Well, yeah. It definitely seemed pretty harmonious when my grandfather was around."

Go Minji chuckled, then randomly came over and tapped my dick, rubbing it.

It was already damp from the wet underwear, and her rubbing made it even more uncomfortable.

Thanks a lot, you bitch.

"Just think about me and Go Hayan."

"Ah."

"You don’t need to worry about it since it happens every time."

"Okay."

I immediately understood.

Go Minji and Go Hayan, huh.

Go Minyoung and Go Hayoung were the grown-up versions of Go Minji and Go Hayan?

'But considering that, it seems kind of strangely crossed?'

Go Minji is more like Go Hayoung than Go Minyoung, and Go Hayan feels more like Go Minyoung.

What a confusing combination.

"Well, there might be other more important factors."

"?"

"I won’t tell you because I’d just lose out."

"What?"

What’s going on? Tell me.

"Asshole, and are you getting all worked up over something so small? It’s so cute."

Go Minji hid a major secret and mocked me.

It was unforgivable.

"What? Tell me. Tell me!"

"Mm~ I don’t want to."

She stuck her tongue out and ran away, laughing.

Damn. That bitch.

"What the hell is this more important thing? You better tell me."

Grumbling, I followed her.

The secretaries in front of the room bow when they see me.

Go Minji is already up ahead.

"She really does whatever she wants."

When we returned to the dining room, the atmosphere was still cold.

But after a few more disturbances, the ice seemed to have broken a little, and it wasn’t as serious as before.

Go Hayoung spoke up again.

"Little nephew, you made a fascinating piece of jewelry, right?"

"Ah, yes. Somehow."

"Our daughter has been wearing it proudly."

"She’s not showing off or anything."

Go Hayoung quickly interjected.

Her face immediately turned red like wine.

"It’s just that something pretty was made, and as a business person, she wore it. For work."

"Ah~ Is that so?"

Go Hayoung looked at her daughter as if she didn’t quite believe it.

Her fresh smile and the jingling earrings suited her well.

"What kind of work did you need to do with that?"

"Ha, she named the jewelry something like,"

Go Hayoung stopped mid-sentence, looking at Go Minji and Go Minyoung.

If it had only been Go Minji, she would’ve outright insulted the name as something idiotic, but since Go Minyoung was there, she couldn’t bring herself to say that.

"...She made it without much thought to the name. We were just discussing it. The name is important, but there’s no special meaning."

"Is that so?"

Go Hayoung still didn’t seem convinced.

She looked at her daughter with a teasing eye.

"Why does the name lack sincerity? It was made specifically for me, after all."

Go Minji intervened.

She took the necklace out from inside her chest, where it was tucked, and proudly showed it off.

In an instant, everyone’s attention was focused.

‘Ugh. This drains my energy.’

"Wow. It’s ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) even prettier because it has a large stone, really?"

Go Hayoung opened her eyes wide and stared, and Go Minyoung also stared intently.

Go Hayan touched the ring on her left hand’s ring finger, slightly frowning.

Go Seonyul and Go Seonyul seemed uninterested as usual but were sneakily glancing over.

‘The attention-grabbing is no joke. But that’s exactly why it was made.’

Incredible performance.

The people here aren’t ordinary women, and they’ve experienced and seen many luxurious things.

Yet they’re still so captivated, which proves the quality of RK-77.

At this point, I might be able to make a fortune before even creating RK-99.

‘But, aren’t I supposed to give one to everyone like this? Go Minyoung’s eyes are quite serious.’

Ahem.

To avoid getting buried, I’ll need to make one for Minyoung as well.

"Did my nephew make this himself? Really?"

"Ah... Yes. I’ve always been interested in experimenting with things like this."

"Hmm~ Is that so?"

"Yes...."

Go Hayoung didn’t seem to believe it.

Honestly, it would be strange if she did. Who would believe that someone who always used to push drugs suddenly made something like this?

"Well, whoever made it, it’s still something our nephew made, right? Isn’t that so?"

"...."

Does she think I stole something made by someone beneath me?

That would make more sense.

"Have you finished eating?"

While I was unsure how to respond, Go Minyoung casually interrupted.

Go Hayoung still kept her face directed towards me, but her eyes rolled over to Go Minyoung.

"Shall we leave now?"

"Sis, seriously~. Why do you keep interrupting me~?"

"When did I interrupt you? I’ve listened to everything. Or do you plan to claim that silence counts as your words?"

"Ah~ really."

Go Hayoung shrugged.

"I really don’t get along with you."

"I agree."

"Should we have a little sparring match? I feel like I should break that upright nose of yours."

"I think your jaw will be the first to break."

The two stood up with a tense atmosphere.

Go Hayoung didn’t smile anymore.

‘What is this.’

The developments are truly absurd.

Go Minyoung and Go Hayoung really almost sparred.

Apparently, there are often such cases.

If you think of Go Minji and Go Hayan, then it’s not hard to understand.

"What the hell, two women at this age, what do they think they’re doing in front of others?!"

The legendary sparring match between Go Minyoung and Go Hayoung, which would’ve been legendary, was interrupted by my grandfather coming in midway.

Hearing about it, Grandpa got furious. Of course, my aunts, who had their own tempers, didn’t just stand there and listen.

"Dad, this woman keeps starting trouble. It’s so annoying."

"This woman? You should call her your sister. Look at her, no respect, just running her mouth."

"Respect? How much of a difference does age make for you to talk about respect?"

"Shut up, you brats! I’m so embarrassed, embarrassed!"

"Oh... This is chaos. Total chaos."

Even the chaebol family heads can’t avoid these kinds of issues.

Grandpa rubbed his face with both hands.

Just earlier, when we were playing Go, he seemed so happy, but now, with the pressure of handling his two daughters’ tantrums, he looked incredibly worn out.

"Grandpa, have you eaten?"

I went up to him, and Grandpa had a brief look of being touched, then started scolding his two daughters with a pointed finger.

"Look at them. These daughters don’t care if their father’s eaten, or how he’s doing. The only one who seems to care is my grandson."

"But didn’t you leave us first to play Go? What are you talking about?"

"Are you seriously talking to us right now? What’s so important about analyzing that game? You ran off to skip the New Year’s event and left us. We have plenty to say, too."

"You call us when you’re busy, but then make us sit for 5-6 hours watching you play Go."

"Do you know how hard it was for us to watch that?"

Go Minyoung and Go Hayoung didn’t hold back.

Grandpa seemed to be losing his energy, shaking his head, clicking his tongue, and sitting back down.

The secretaries came in one by one, setting up meals, and we all sat back down again.

Before eating, Grandpa signaled the secretary with a glance.

The secretary came over and handed me an envelope with some documents inside.

"What’s this?"

"Muyeol, you said you were going to make something like jewelry this time."

"Ah, yes. Actually, it’s a new material, Grandpa."

I took it.

"Is this a hobby of yours?"

When did he hear about that?

His hearing is sharp.

"Yes, I guess... I’ve always liked experimenting with different combinations."

"Well, you’ve probably tried a lot of mixing and matching."

"...."

Grandpa said it outright.

He was probably referring to when I used to mix drugs on my own.

Surprisingly, Go Muyeol had really used to mix and experiment with drugs.

"Anyway, it’s good to see you trying. A man should take bold challenges."

"Haha."

"Building a new factory is tough, though. There are so many things to take care of. And finding people for it is a hassle. Nowadays, there aren’t many people with sharp minds. Everyone’s just living for their own pride."

Grandpa pointed at the documents.

"It’s all in there. It’s in Pyongyang, so whether you use it as it is or move it to that Namdong Industrial Complex, that’s up to you."

What?

He’s giving me a factory?

I immediately stood up and bent down.

"Thank you, Grandpa!"