The CH Corporation Heiress
Hyun Chang-sik stared at his car's hood in wide-eyed shock. There, crumpled by Kim Jihun's powerful grip, was the unmistakable dent. He muttered in a voice laced with concern.
“What the hell is that guy...”
It had been a perfect setup—he should have hit her with the car. He'd seen the target, Chae Seong-ah, right in front of the bumper, her eyes wide with terror as she looked his way. But then she vanished, and suddenly this man appeared, threatening him.
Who the hell is he?
He looked like a sharp early-20s guy, handsome enough for showbiz. Tall, nearly 180 cm, with a sturdy build that strained against his slim clothes. Hyun Chang-sik could tell right away—this wasn't some ordinary punk.
One of CH Corporation's bodyguards?
Chae Seong-ah was the daughter of the CH Corporation owner, that upstart conglomerate exploding onto the scene. Of course she'd have protection. But hiring a monster who could crumple a car hood with his bare hands? His plan was starting to go sideways, and worry gnawed at him.
But he was the breadwinner.
“This won't be easy.”
Hyun Chang-sik pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and stuck it between his lips. He had a beautiful wife and kids he adored beyond measure. For them, he'd do anything to fulfill his duty as provider—even if it meant prison.
“Hoo.”
A plume of smoke, heavy with regret and sorrow, escaped his mouth.
“Still gotta do it.”
The bodyguard was no pushover. With celebrity looks and superhuman strength, he couldn't be just muscle. Probably elite, highly trained. But Hyun Chang-sik had no other path.
He opened the car door.
Two days after parting with Chae Seong-ah, Kim Jihun got her text. She wanted to thank him for the rescue.
“Oh, right.”
Yeah, a few days back, he'd saved her from that speeding car using the subspace-infused ring, pulling off a stylish save. Recalling his heroics, Jihun grinned proudly as he typed a reply.
“Delicious meal, huh?”
Jihun's mind flashed to the meat at Seo Yerim's place. He rarely splurged on fancy food, so the idea of savoring something tasty appealed more than whatever she had to say.
Eh, why not.
He replied casually.
No plans. Might as well eat now.
His daily Creation Force training was done, and the day was free. Despite the suddenness, he accepted without hesitation, texting his address and flopping onto his bed.
He muttered blankly, “She looks young, but already driving. Everyone has a car.”
Seo Yerim, Chae Seong-ah—both drove their own. Watching women cruise around made him crave one too.
A car would be convenient. No buses, no standing. But I barely go out anyway. Pointless.
His phone buzzed again while he pondered idly.
“Already?”
Jihun hopped up and stepped outside. His jaw dropped at the sight.
“What the—?!”
A limousine idled in front of his rundown house. A sleek black sedan straight out of a movie, with a gleaming German luxury badge. It dominated the narrow street.
Bewildered, he gawked until the rear door opened, revealing a familiar face.
“Hi, Kim Jihun.”
Chae Seong-ah. Jihun stared, stunned. She blushed and looked away under his gaze.
He had to ask. “What's with the massive limo?”
“My dad's. Hop in.”
Still dazed, Jihun slid into the back seat beside her. “Whoa.”
Pure luxury. Spacious, plush—the interior screamed high-end, every detail impeccable.
“You're way richer than I thought.”
“...”
She turned to the window. She'd always hidden her wealth, ditching bodyguards to live simply—until the danger.
The limo glided toward downtown. Jihun watched people stare enviously, other cars giving wide berth. The comfort blew buses and subways away.
“No wonder people buy these. I thought it was just showing off, but this is next-level comfy. Worth the price.”
“Really? Feels burdensome to me.”
They chatted idly until the car stopped. She led him out to a famous Seoul hotel.
“A hotel?”
He'd heard of it—top-tier luxury spot. She explained, “Their Korean restaurant is amazing.”
Korean food? Meh.
Jihun preferred Western grub like steak. Mildly disappointed, he followed. But the place looked upscale.
Damn, classy vibe.
Sleek, refined interior. They sat at a table per the staff's lead.
“The food here's incredible. You'll be blown away.”
“Sounds good.”
He glanced at the menu casually—then his eyes bulged.
These prices...
Course sets ran tens of thousands per person. Way beyond his league. But Seong-ah ordered smoothly—the priciest course, wine pairing. The bill skyrocketed.
He marveled at her nonchalance.
Loaded for sure.
The limo, the effortless ordering. Even her clothes—elegant, pricey fabric and design. Her jewelry screamed wealth, each piece worth a house by his post-awakening eye.
What rich family is she from?
As if reading him, she blurted, “I'm the daughter of the CH Corporation owner.”
Jihun blanked. “...What?”
“My dad's the CH Corporation owner.”
His mind reeled. CH Corporation—from mid-tier to top conglomerate in semiconductors, energy, heavy industry. Top-five in Korea. And her—their heiress—right here.
The gap between him, a commoner, and her was vast.
She continued calmly. “I'm basically estranged. They were too busy with work to care.”
Her parents were workaholics, prioritizing the company. No bonding. At 20, post-college acceptance, she struck out alone, rejecting guards and perks.
But now, that life was over.
“They do have enemies. Even targeting me, the daughter.”
CH's meteoric rise ruffled feathers, leading to threats on her.
With resolve, she said, “I'm not sitting back.” Her voice rose with passion.
The protagonist hasn't awakened his abilities enough to create meat himself yet. Making bio-tissue-based foods like meat requires advanced bio-creation skills. It's still too much for Jihun, who's just starting out