Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Daily Life
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Jin-seong returned to Na-young's house once more.
As he opened the front door and stepped inside, Na-young slowly emerged from the bedroom where she'd been resting to greet him.
"Feeling better now? How's your body?"
Na-young gave a slight smile at Jin-seong's worried question.
"Ah, oppa, I'm really fine. The doctor said there's nothing wrong."
Jin-seong let out a sigh, his mind still uneasy.
"Did you tell your husband?"
Na-young waved her hand dismissively.
"No. No point worrying him at work. I'll tell him when he gets home."
Jin-seong nodded quietly at his sister's words.
"I've already filed the complaint at the police station, and I'll take care of the lawyer. You just sit tight and watch."
Na-young smiled faintly, gratitude in her eyes.
"Oppa, but let's not tell Mom and Dad. I don't want them worrying over nothing."
Jin-seong paused for a moment before agreeing.
"Got it. We'll keep it from Mom and Dad."
Not long after, Na-young's husband Wan-cheol came home.
The moment he opened the door and heard what had happened, his face flushed bright red.
"What kind of crazy woman pushes a pregnant lady? This is unbelievable!"
He trembled with rage, looking ready to storm out and confront her on the spot.
Of course, what man could stay calm after hearing his precious wife and unborn child had nearly been put in danger?
Jin-seong spoke up to soothe him.
"Calm down. I've already handled everything, so there's nothing for you to do."
Wan-cheol huffed and puffed for a while, unable to quell his anger, before finally taking a deep breath and settling down.
"I've filed at the station and contacted a lawyer. Just relax and wait."
Wan-cheol nodded in relief at Jin-seong's words.
"Understood, brother-in-law. Thank you."
Wan-cheol hurried over to Na-young, his face still etched with worry.
"Honey, you sure you're okay? No pain or anything?"
Na-young waved him off, looking tired of his excessive concern.
"I've been to the hospital. No problems. Stop overreacting. I need to rest."
"Still..."
Wan-cheol muttered apologetically, but Na-young sighed and headed to the bedroom to lie down.
Left alone in the living room, Jin-seong and Wan-cheol sat facing each other.
An awkward silence hung between them for a moment before Jin-seong broke it.
"How's work these days? Nothing out of the ordinary?"
"Yes, brother-in-law. All good, no issues."
Though their relationship had always been a bit stiff, today's events had naturally eased the tension.
Wan-cheol carefully pulled out some liquor and set it on the table.
"Brother-in-law, given everything, how about a drink? It's been a while."
Jin-seong smiled lightly and nodded.
"Sure, it'd be nice to share a drink with my brother-in-law after so long."
The two drank and chatted about everyday matters.
After a good while, with a pleasant buzz going, Jin-seong's mood had lifted considerably.
"If anything like today happens again, don't hold back. Call me first."
Wan-cheol nodded gratefully.
"Got it, brother-in-law. Thank you so much."
Jin-seong chuckled softly, rose from his seat, called a designated driver, and headed home.
After seeing Jin-seong off, Wan-cheol tidied up briefly before slipping into the bedroom and lying down beside Na-young.
When he'd first heard the story, he'd wanted nothing more than to rush out and grab the culprit by the collar. But knowing his reliable brother-in-law had already taken care of it brought him immense relief.
Gazing at Na-young sleeping peacefully at his side, Wan-cheol let out a deep sigh.
His heart had sunk realizing how close they'd come to disaster. In moments like this, he felt anew just how lucky he was to have such a dependable brother-in-law.
Jin-seong dragged his weary body back home.
It had been a long, complicated day.
After washing up and settling into bed, he mentally reviewed the day's events before drifting into deep sleep.
The next morning, he woke up and immediately called the lawyer for an update.
"No major issues. No serious injuries, so jail time's unlikely. It'll probably just be a fine."
Jin-seong nodded as he listened.
"One odd thing, though—the other side doesn't seem to have hired a lawyer. Normally, after filing, lawyers exchange documents, but there's no sign of any submission from them or even appointing one."
"Really? Alright. Let me know right away if anything unusual comes up."
"Yes, sir."
After hanging up, Jin-seong felt a nagging unease.
But with no big problems so far, he pushed it aside.
His body felt heavy right from the morning.
Mental fatigue from yesterday, no doubt.
Jin-seong stretched grandly, got out of bed without washing up, and headed straight to the gym in his apartment complex.
He hopped on the treadmill, gradually ramping up the speed as he began to sweat.
As he ran, his mind wandered.
Six years ago, he'd spent his days glued to a chair, chain-smoking and drinking, completely cut off from exercise. His body now was worlds apart from back then.
Even with the years piling on, he felt healthier and more vibrant than during his master agent days. Satisfaction swelled within him.
With sweat soaking through, his mood freshened up.
He showered at the gym and stood before the mirror, studying his face.
Thanks to the clear, flawless skin he'd inherited from his mother, Jin-seong looked no older than his early thirties despite being mid-thirties.
Dress a bit younger, and he could pass for late twenties—a true baby face.
Jin-seong smiled lightly at his youthful, healthy reflection.
Life's newfound leisure let him focus on his appearance, and regular workouts had naturally revitalized both body and mind.
He finished his session and left the gym with a light heart, heading home.
Jin-seong had sweated it out at the gym but deliberately skipped showering there.
He could always wash up more comfortably at home anyway.
Exiting the apartment complex gym, he went straight back home.
The moment he stepped inside, he made for the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and started showering.
Under the cascading stream, his post-workout fatigue began to melt away.
After a refreshing rinse, Jin-seong toweled off while pondering the day ahead.
"Hmm, what to eat..."
After a brief debate, he ordered delivery for breakfast.
While waiting, he habitually booted up his computer and logged into the exchange.
It had become part of his daily routine—managing his coins.
Gazing at the coin balance on screen, Jin-seong smiled contentedly.
"Almost all sold off. Let's wrap it up today."
He began methodically liquidating the remaining bitcoins on the exchange.
Familiar motions, like brushing his teeth.
After several hours, he finally offloaded all 20,000 bitcoins.
But the 10,000 never touched the exchange. He planned to sell them later when prices soared higher, so they sat safely in his vault.
Everything converted to KRW, the numbers glaring clearly on screen.
Jin-seong took a sip of coffee and muttered to himself at the KRW balance.
"800 billion... All done. Nothing but KRW left on the exchange now."
With the coins fully squared away, he decided to withdraw about 400 billion to his bank account.
The other 400 billion stayed as emergency buy-in funds for any market crash.
The cash left on the exchange was his safety net.
Everything wrapped up per his plan, Jin-seong felt unburdened.
From here on, his daily life was truly simple.
Wake up, hit the gym, grab delivery eats, occasionally book an outcall massage to sweat out toxins, and tune into internet streams now and then. That was it.
No more tasks, no need for any.
The company he'd set up handled rentals and assets, requiring zero hands-on from him.
Experts were already running it smoothly.
He just needed to check the monthly rental income.
Jin-seong resolved to savor this simple, comfortable routine to the fullest.
A quiet smile crossed his face as he eased into another leisurely day.
Jin-seong made his return as Coin King.
The reason? Sheer boredom.
Logging into AmericaTV, a flood of messages awaited, as expected.
He clicked through them out of habit, but as always, it was nothing but ad spam and beggars asking for cash.
"Same old crap every day..."
Particularly standout were the notes from cam girls—direct contact info laced with flirty vibes.
Even famous streamers whose names rang a bell had dropped their numbers, pleading for a reach-out. Jin-seong's expression soured.
"...Well, it's their job. I get it."
He always just peeked and deleted those, but the nonstop daily barrage was starting to grate.
And lately, his nickname was becoming a real hassle.
Step into any room, and it exploded into 'Co-mment' frenzy. Streamers spotted him and broadcasted in stiff, nervous mode.
Fun at first, but it was wearing thin.
He just wanted casual viewing, but his presence loomed too large.
These days, he often lurked incognito without logging in.
Ziming's stream was live.
Jin-seong quietly clicked in. Lively and cute as ever, and since his donation, fans had poured in, pumping up the vibe.
Then Ye-ji crossed his mind.
She was due back tomorrow.
Jin-seong fired off a KakaoTalk to Ye-ji, tagged with Ziming's guild.
He never initiated chats usually, figuring she'd heard about Ziming and was probably fretting. Thought proper neglect—like doling out carrots—trained best, so despite her ecstatic reply, he ignored the follow-ups with his usual indifference.
As Ziming's stream played on screen, Jin-seong settled in for comfortable viewing.
He looked forward to reuniting with Ye-ji tomorrow.