Date with President Ji-hye (1) - No, Noona, I'm Not That Type of Guy?
Now, the small and elegant MH Financial is modeled after the late Chairman Myeonghun's name.
Once, it was nothing more than an illegal lending company created by loan sharks who once controlled the Myeongdong underground market in their hands.
After several cleanings, MH Financial has grown into a fully legitimate financial company that even distributes funds to major corporations beyond small and medium enterprises.
Of course, it doesn't mean everything they do is purely ethical...
"So... Choi Min-hyuk's whereabouts are completely unknown...?"
The colossal presidential office on the top floor of the MH Financial building in Myeongdong.
The president's cold, reproachful voice echoed through the huge room.
All the tough-looking men gathered there bowed their heads to the desk in unison.
"Sorry, President!"
"Which team leader was it...?"
"I-I was in the middle of it."
Im Min-seok stood up from his seat with a twitch, pointing a finger at Choi Bu-jang.
-Thud, thud, thud...
The oppressive silence was so intense that you couldn't even hear breathing in the vast presidential office.
And the sound of those footsteps filled the space.
"Choi Bu-jang?"
Choi Bu-jang was terrified of the man sitting in front of him.
The wild, wolf-like eyes that looked ready to bite his throat right then, and the lewd smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
He knew far too well how many people had been sent to hell by that cold man's orders, hands stained with their own blood.
"Sorry... I'm so sorry, President!"
This cruel, violent man would never let this matter slide.
So Choi Bu-jang knelt in front of the man, lowering his head.
All he could hope for to stay alive was a sliver of mercy from that ruthless man.
"Why are you shaking, Choi Bu-jang...? People panic sometimes when they're working."
Choi Bu-jang felt like peeing himself at the mercifully gentle voice of Im Min-seok.
That man always used that kind voice when he was about to do something cruel.
"It could happen, Choi Bu-jang... But you have to take responsibility for it, right?"
"Just once, just one more chance!"
"Do you know who I'm talking to, Choi Bu-jang? Ah! This is great... You see, I got into golf lately?"
"Y-Yes?"
In Im Min-seok's hand, which had risen from his seat, was now a golf club that looked brand new.
"A piece of trash who can't even snatch a candy from a little girl's hand... asking for one more chance?"
"Just one more! Just one more chance, and I'll give you my life! Keheheeeek!"
-Boooom!
The golf club in Im Min-seok's hand, radiating bright light, slammed into the floor in front of Choi Bu-jang.
And it cracked open the pristine marble floor, turning it a deep red.
And the thunderous applause that followed...
The other men sitting there began clapping madly for their lives...
Or to impress the president.
"You little shit... So you haven't lost your life yet, huh? Right, haven't you?"
With those words, Im Min-seok started swinging the club wildly at Choi Bu-jang.
"I!"
-Boooom!
"What!"
-Boooom!
"Was asking you for help hard?"
-Boooom!
"Isn't it that hard to just bring back the stack of money that the youngest is holding?"
-Boooom!
Eventually... the trembling in Choi Bu-jang's body disappeared after he couldn't endure that extreme violence.
Im Min-seok panted heavily and stopped the beating.
"Haah... Haah... Hey! Someone come and clean this up!"
One of the men sitting there, whose face had turned deathly pale, rushed over madly and carried Choi Bu-jang on his back.
"Khhhh...!"
Luckily, Choi Bu-jang's breathing hadn't stopped yet.
"You little trash... You live a long life~ Take this and throw it at Doctor Kim."
"Yes, President!"
Once the man carrying Choi Bu-jang disappeared...
Im Min-seok threw the golf club away and glared at the idiots sitting in front of him.
And none of the men sitting in the room dared to meet that predator's eyes.
"Listen carefully to all of you... Find out exactly where everything went wrong, every detail of the mess, and bring it here...
And cancel all the work related to the youngest so far."
"Yes, President!"
"Tsk, fine, cancel that for now... And set the first meeting with Daeyoung Planning, that old bastard."
"N-Yes...?"
"What kind of medicine do you give that guy? We're going to have to pull out something, aren't we!"
Yes...
From the Club Ares incident in the past all the way to Lee Sa-rang's defection from JS Entertainment...
They weren't random coincidences at all...
They were all works created by this man.
Even giving the medicine to the Daeyoung Planning representative...
Turning Choi Min-hyuk into a drug addict...
Everything was Im Min-seok's work.
'You little trash... Live happily while you still can...'
This greedy man had no intention of sharing any of the things he should have had with his younger brothers.
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On the other hand, a man who had unknowingly ruined all of Im Min-seok's plans...
A man who had found the video and held every material Im Min-seok once possessed in his hands...
The man was now staring at the sexy beauty in front of him with his mouth wide open.
'Just... smash everything and go marry that hottie?'
The dream of all men, a rich and sexy beauty...
His belief that only twenty-somethings were women?
If it was this noona, he could easily toss aside that useless belief like a dog.
'She's in her twenties! She's in her twenties!'
He had realized that upon meeting her.
He didn't like twenty-somethings... He liked women who looked like twenty-somethings.
"Why are you staring so hard?"
"No, Mr. President."
She clearly knew...
Everything that made a man excited, everything that made him like something.
'If I drive a supercar, will he lose control, or not...?'
She had personally driven...
Come to pick him up.
Plus, she was wearing a sexy white off-shoulder wrap dress that accentuated her chest cleavage.
"Hmm, was my outfit too bold? I tried to dress up pretty for you...
"No! It's bold!"
'It's not bold... it's grateful.'
How grateful...
Granting her the grace to enjoy me with her eyes alone...
"Lucky you... Then, shall we go shopping first?"
"Shopping... Sounds good!"
Of course, a date with a woman always starts with shopping...?
I didn't have shopping as a hobby at all...
But we chose shopping to leave as many traces as possible in the most exposed places.
'Haah... This is really annoying.'
I knew better than anyone how boring the act of shopping was.
To my eyes, that was just clothes, and that was just clothes... what was there to argue about...
In fact, I once got leg cramps from serving Lee Sa-rang's shopping in my previous life.
But shopping with Lee Ji-hye was completely different from what I imagined.
'Is this... shopping?'
I had learned that shopping meant carrying paper bags and chasing a woman's backside.
But sitting quietly, eating drinks and sweets... was that the definition of shopping?
"Mr. President, all the ordered items have been displayed. Would you like to see?"
"Sure. What about you, Min-hyuk?"
"Ah... I think that would be fine."
Actually, the situation itself was a little dizzying for me.
I had only heard about it... I never thought I would step foot in this private room.
Even Lee Sa-rang had scraped cards madly to get in here...
'So Lee Sa-rang couldn't even come here...?'
A dizzying yet indescribably complex and subtle feeling...
I could understand why Lee Sa-rang had tried so hard to get in here.
Why actresses scraped cards like crazy.
I couldn't imagine it because I hadn't seen it.
How people lived beyond the line.
"How is this? Min-hyuk, don't you think it suits you?"
"Ah..."
I was lost in thought when I heard Lee Ji-hye's voice and snapped back.
There, about ten models in clean suits and sparkling shoes, posing with figures that matched my build quite well.
"I think it suits me too..."
"See? Min-hyuk has bright skin, so black will look great on you~"
"I'll take this. Bring the rest to this address."
"T-This one too...?"
Honestly, it was extremely burdensome.
If it was just one set of clothes, I'd have taken it with a big smile and called the rich noona.
This was so expensive I didn't even dare ask the price.
"Don't worry and wear it comfortably. I'm doing this because I like you."
She smiled softly at my reaction and patted my shoulder.
"Mr. President... But this is..."
"Wear it comfortably. And if it doesn't fit, you can use that as an excuse for another date~"
"Huh?"
"No, go change quickly... I'm hungry~?"
With those mysterious words I couldn't understand...
I rushed to change and came out.
She smiled satisfiedly and gently wrapped her arm around mine.
"It looks great on you~ Since it's a date, this much is okay, right?"
Kim Si-a and Lee Sa-rang... There were many pretty noonas around me...
But this type of woman was the first.
A real rich beauty with mature, leading-man charisma.
A noona with an irresistible pull that made me want to cling and be swallowed whole.
"Of course... I'm honored."
After finishing shopping, we got into the red sports car and headed to dinner.
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Why here of all places...?
The place she had taken me to for dinner was the Chinese restaurant in the Grand Hotel...
the same one where she had burned Lee Sa-rang alive last night.
'Don't look at me with those eyes!'
I knew that too.
That they didn't know who I was or anything about me...
But bringing me to the exact same hotel after just one day and switching women...
'Have I become a real bastard...?'
That spot, that setup, even the menu they were eating...
Exactly the same.
"I heard the Dongpo pork is delicious here~ Should we eat it?"
"D-Dongpo pork?"
"Yeah, we need meat... Mmm, just Dongpo pork! I want to eat that."
"I-If you want it, eat it. President."
Somehow, somehow...
Yesterday Lee Sa-rang, today Lee Ji-hye.
We're sitting across from each other eating Dongpo pork with two completely different women...?
'Hahaha... If this keeps going, we're gonna end up in the suite together!'
If that really happened, I'd become a real bastard.
A real bastard who fucks women with his dick!
"Hey... We really need to get some work done."
"Yes...?"
"I already reserved a suite. Let's rest for a bit..."
"..."
"Just hold hands and sleep... Don't be scared... No, I'm really not that kind of guy?"
In the end, I became a real bastard.
A real bastard who had thrown filial piety to his mother into the distant past.