Chapter 177
Chapter 177
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 177
Chapter Title: Old Fox and Baby Tiger
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The warmth of the baby girl in my arms was comforting.
A perfect temperature of peace, something irreplaceable by anything in the world.
The weight of a newborn life felt as light as a feather, yet it pressed down on me with a sense of responsibility heavier than the universe itself.
I carefully adjusted my hold on the child and glanced at the large TV mounted on the wall.
The peaceful air of the VIP postpartum care room contrasted sharply with the scene unfolding on the screen.
[Breaking News] Taesung Group Faces Worst Labor Dispute in History... Production Lines Completely Halted
The screen was filled with hundreds, thousands of people wearing red headbands.
Their faces were twisted in rage, and their raised fists thrust fiercely into the air.
It was a massive protest unfolding in front of the main gate of Taesung Heavy Industries' Ulsan plant.
The anchor's voice came through urgently.
"This morning, the unions at Taesung Heavy Industries and Taesung Pharmaceuticals, core affiliates of Taesung Group, launched simultaneous all-out strikes. The unions are demanding the immediate resignation of management, protesting what they call the chaebol's deception of workers and hereditary succession..."
The camera zoomed in on the picket signs held by the protesters.
A company built with blood and sweat— what's this about a hidden son!
Hereditary management that treats workers like pigs and dogs— smash it! Fight! Fight! Fight!
On the TV screen, the union chairman's face filled the frame as he gripped a megaphone, veins bulging in his neck while inciting the crowd.
Seeing that face reminded me of two days ago, when he'd been wined and dined with seven idols from my agency at Gangnam's top room salon as a 'courtesy.'
I couldn't help but chuckle, recalling how that pig had lost his mind to cognac and girls, swearing loyalty with cries of "I trust only President Kim!"
The soft breathing of Bada, sleeping soundly in my arms, seemed to form a bizarre harmony with that pig's shouts of "Fight!"
I lightly kissed her tiny cheek and whispered tenderly to her alone.
"Our Bada's got it good, huh? Daddy's gonna pass down a diamond spoon for you~"
All this noise, anger, and struggle was nothing more than a lullaby for my daughter.
The anchor's voice on the TV shifted from urgency to something like a scream.
"Oh, an extreme situation is unfolding at the scene right now! The union chairman leading the protest has started pouring what appears to be flammable liquid on himself! Police and union members are trying to stop him, but he's resisting fiercely! Oh, this is dangerous! He's got a lighter— he's holding a lighter in his hand!"
The screen shook uncontrollably.
At the center of the chaos stood the union chairman, drenched head to toe in what looked like kerosene.
His face contorted in madness, he screamed something unintelligible while raising a lighter high in one hand.
He looked ready to ignite at any moment.
A powder keg on the verge of explosion.
I watched it all and smirked.
The warmth of Bada sleeping peacefully in my arms, the imagined stench of kerosene and madness seeping through the TV screen.
In that perfect discord, I felt a thrilling satisfaction.
Damn, that brother's got some action-hero moves.
After a performance like that, he deserves a reward.
Maybe set up another room salon session soon? This time with innocent actresses instead of idols.
As the next entertainment scenario played out in my mind, the tragic drama on screen hurtled toward its climax.
Police surrounded him with shields, while union members wailed, trying to hold him back.
Overseeing all that chaos, I felt like a conductor savoring the orchestra's crescendo.
"Honey."
Then, Chaewon's voice came from her awakening.
I instantly switched expressions, turning to her with the face of the world's most devoted husband.
"Awake? Sorry, was the TV too loud?"
"No... what's going on?"
Ah, not the TV. Faint siren wails drifted in from outside the window too.
Even this quiet city was already feeling the smoke from the fire I'd lit.
I turned off the TV with the remote and replied casually.
"Nothing much. The world's just a bit noisy, I guess."
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On a Tuesday morning, just a week before the general election.
"Respected and beloved citizens of Paju! I, Osea, promise you once again! I will surely judge the greed of those massive corporations threatening our children's future!"
Paju's central square was packed with supporters chanting her name.
From the podium on her campaign vehicle, Congresswoman Osea was nothing short of Paju's hero.
Her approval ratings had long crushed her rivals; the National Assembly badge was as good as hers.
It had all started a few months ago in Stockholm.
Dr. Kim Seulgi, a genius neuroscientist from Paju, was named the Nobel Prize winner in Physiology or Medicine.
In his acceptance speech, he unexpectedly mentioned Osea, the independent candidate who'd been political fodder.
"...And I want to share this honor with my longtime friend, Assemblywoman Osea. Without her persistent efforts, the state-of-the-art eco-friendly research complex from 'Silla Biotech' now coming to Paju would have been impossible."
Dr. Kim Seulgi's revelation about the 'Paju Biotech Complex' rocked the nation.
A massive biotech hub landing in Paju.
And soon after, news broke of a joint venture with the giant conglomerate Taesung.
Assemblywoman Osea had played the decisive role in bringing Silla Biotech's eco-friendly research complex to Paju in partnership with Taesung.
Overnight, this news turned her into Paju's hero.
"Everyone! Look at Silla Biotech! They've proven technology that coexists with the environment! But what is Taesung doing in the same complex? To cut costs, they're poisoning the water our children drink and spewing filth into the air they breathe!"
Osea was foaming at the mouth.
But now, it wasn't the cry of the weak—it was the righteous fury of a victorious hero.
Her attacks were cunningly aimed solely at 'Taesung.'
After the speech ended amid cheers from supporters, her young aide handed her a tablet upon returning to the waiting room.
"Congresswoman, we got an anonymous tip last night."
"A tip?"
"Yes. Titled 'Taesung-Led Section A, Original Environmental Assessment Report.'"
The screen was filled with far more horrific figures and data than the official report submitted to the government.
Evidence photos of protected wetlands damaged, with precise GPS coordinates; wastewater discharge simulations exceeding legal heavy metal limits; deliberately omitted habitat reports for endangered species...
All the evidence clearly targeted only 'Taesung.'
This wasn't just material for raising suspicions.
"...Print it."
Her voice was ice-cold.
"Print everything right now and prepare it for tomorrow's final candidate debate."
The young aide hesitated, looking scared.
"Um... Congresswoman, but... is it okay to go this hard against Taesung?"
Osea looked at him pitifully.
"The biotech complex is coming anyway."
She added inwardly, 'And the board is already tilted.'
She knew.
Due to the ongoing strikes and negative public opinion, Taesung had already lost control of the joint venture.
The Paju biotech complex was now essentially being run as Silla Biotech's 'subcontractor.'
Her current attacks were just hammering the final nail into the coffin.
Osea recalled the instructions that man had given her a few days ago.
Then, acting nonchalant, she added to her aide.
"Oh, and pick up some suppositories before dinner?"
"Ah, stomach issues again?"
The aide worried about her health, but Osea didn't respond.
She simply focused on the sensation of her lower abdomen and womb dropping with a thud as she imagined Kim Cheolsu's massive cock.
Lately, she'd started feeling it from the back too.
The new pleasure he'd developed in her.
Preparations to fully accept that pleasure.
Just thinking about it made the space between her thighs slick.
Osea returned to the podium.
Grabbing the mic, she started foaming at the mouth again.
"We must judge Taesung's immoral management, everyone!"
Whether she was driven by political ambition for Paju's citizens or simply a desire to win 'favor' from Kim Cheolsu, the line had become completely blurred.
One thing was certain: whatever the reason, Osea was working her ass off.
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Clack.
The sound of a Go stone hitting the board was heavy and calm, slicing through the silence of the chairman's office with intimidating force.
No emotion showed on Chairman Cheon Myeonghwan's face.
He was like a still lake, as always.
But no one knew what storms raged beneath that surface.
In just a few weeks, his kingdom had grown noisy inside and out.
Militant unions had stopped the heart of the Ulsan plant, and Osea, now Paju's 'hero,' was gnawing at Taesung's name daily.
At the center of all that chaos was Kim Cheolsu.
Chairman Cheon quietly watched Han Yura across from him, calmly pondering her next move.
In a voice utterly businesslike, devoid of emotion, he quietly asked.
"Didn't you agree to inform me when Kim Cheolsu showed his teeth at Taesung?"
His tone held no blame, just the cold precision of reconfirming deal terms.
'Seems like a defect in the promised goods. Time for an explanation.'
Han Yura slowly looked up.
A relaxed smile wasn't on her lips—instead, a warm one that seemed to perfectly understand her opponent.
"Chairman."
She picked up a white stone and spoke quietly.
"The real reason you 'watch out' for President Kim Cheolsu isn't these petty games, is it?"
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Chairman Cheon didn't reply.
Han Yura took his silence as affirmation and continued.
"Unions, politicians... those are just noise. Not the kind of thing someone like you fears."
Like someone who'd peered into his soul, she began dragging out his deepest anxiety in words.
"Kim Cheolsu's essence lies elsewhere. Deus ex machina of the financial world. Miraculous returns over 10% every month, no matter the market. Right now, he's just a little boat beside Taesung's aircraft carrier. But at that growth rate, it's only a matter of time before that boat becomes a fleet."
Han Yura paused, staring straight into his eyes.
"What you truly fear is the moment Kim Cheolsu stops these games and starts a 'numbers' war against Taesung. The moment he turns Taesung's stock into prey for his algorithm. ...Do you think you can withstand that?"
The 'timing' I promised you is exactly that moment.
As Han Yura finished, a heavy silence filled the chairman's office.
Chairman Cheon realized she understood the true nature of his fear better than anyone.
He closed his eyes briefly, seemingly organizing everything in his mind.
When he opened them again, he drew a completely different blade.
As if the previous conversation never happened, his voice turned quiet and cold once more.
"Good. I hear you've been meeting our 'son' often lately?"
His tone was calm, but it carried a chilling warning: 'I'm watching you.'
Han Yura feigned surprise, widening her eyes.
"Your son?"
"Playing dumb?"
As Chairman Cheon pressed lowly, Han Yura replied as if just realizing.
"Ah, you mean Dr. Park Seonwoo."
"On President Kim Cheolsu's orders?"
Chairman Cheon's question was direct.
Han Yura answered with the most plausible lie she'd prepared in advance, as if she'd been waiting.
"No. I'm looking out for my own survival."
At that response, a faint smile finally crept onto Chairman Cheon's lips.
The expression of all pieces falling into place.
"Excellent."
He muttered in satisfaction. Then, shifting topics to flaunt his power, he said.
"There's an economic leaders' dinner at the Blue House next week."
"......"
As Han Yura stayed silent, he got to the point.
Now his voice mixed a father's pride in his son with a schemer's cunning in laying a new board.
"Meet Seonwoo more often. Not just because he's my son, but the boy's upright and solid. No headaches like with President Kim Cheolsu."
It was an order, a proposal, and a covert mission.
Stuffing a lamb into the wolf's mouth himself.
Han Yura didn't answer.
She just responded with a picture-perfect smile, quietly stood, and ended the game.
She bowed politely and exited the chairman's office.
Even as she pushed through Taesung Group's massive revolving doors, her face bore a flawless business smile, undisturbed.
But,
Once fully out of Taesung headquarters, Han Yura stood by a quiet flower bed and spat crudely, as if it were natural.
"Ah, fuck that old bastard... Is he insane? Pushing a married man with a kid on me?"
Chairman Cheon's final suggestion had touched her reverse scale.
Disgust at being treated like some floozy, irritation at being tangled in this filthy game— all hit at once.
"Ha... fuck, living's goddamn hard."
Frustrated, but maybe fuck Cheolsu bastard and blow off steam?
With that thought, her steps turned toward her waiting car.
Her bodyguard-cum-driver sharply opened the door, and she sank into the soft leather seat, giving a curt order.
"Home."
"Yes."
As the car smoothly pulled away, Han Yura leaned back and closed her eyes.
'Postpartum care center' no, 'home.'
Thinking of finally getting properly railed in a wide 'bed' instead of the cramped car backseat for once, Han Yura unwittingly smiled.
All the stress from moments ago evaporated.
She pulled out her phone and sent a single line text.
[On my way home now. Wipe your dick and wait. Kill you if you're with another bitch. Save your cum]