Chapter 125
“No, how does it make sense to leave the guy who tried to kill us just to the council of elders? This is practically rebelling against Father! We who were attacked should punish him! I’ve just found a wife, and when she gets pregnant, she’ll bear a son, and the family will all be in our hands! Give him to them now. Don’t starve those poor kids.”
Yoo Seongil raised his voice in indignation. He even pounded his chest in frustration, as if his father’s behavior—being bound by the council of elders while citing family law—was incomprehensible.
“Chairman! I was wrong! I was wrong!”
Yoo Oseon pressed his forehead to the floor and begged Chairman Yoo to spare him. He sobbed and pleaded, saying he was wrong, that he had lost his mind, that he would never do such a thing again, and that he would be even more loyal to him, like a faithful dog, so please forgive him just this once.
He seemed to have been thoroughly mistreated by the dogs on his way here. A few more mentions of the dogs, and he looked like he might wet himself. Wickedly, he added a plea that he would not reveal this to anyone. If he told anyone, Yoo Seongil couldn’t avoid punishment from the council of elders either.
“Shit, that bastard Siwoon doesn’t even eat Jeokdan! What kind of punishment is it to take Jeokdan from a non-believer? I’m the only one getting screwed! Just me!”
Ah, why is our father being so difficult today of all days? Yoo Seongil stood up, stamping the floor roughly with both feet and snorting angrily.
Chairman Yoo closed his eyes tightly as if he couldn’t bear to look at them, then after a long while, he made his decision and opened his eyes.
“Then since everyone seems to be at fault, let’s cover this up without the council of elders knowing. Revealing such a matter would only give the council an opportunity to interfere with our bloodline.”
“You should have done that from the beginning.”
“Thank—*hic*—thank you, Chairman. Chairman, thank you. Brother, thank you. Please forgive me. Please forgive this foolish younger brother.”
“…Thank you.”
Chairman Yoo concluded the matter by telling everyone to keep quiet and bury the incident. As Yoo Oseon staggered, repeatedly trying to straighten his legs that had been kneeling for hours, wobbling and falling down noisily, while Chairman Yoo and his son frowned at the unseemly sight, Yoo Siwoon supported him.
He slipped his arm under Yoo Oseon’s arm, firmly gripping him for support, then bowed to Chairman Yoo saying they would take their leave.
They left Chairman Yoo’s office. Unable to walk straight and with his legs trembling, Yoo Oseon leaned on Yoo Siwoon and barely managed to exit the mansion.
Yoo Oseon nervously looked back at a mastiff sitting in the corner of the garden, panting with its tongue out, and urged Yoo Siwoon to hurry out. Outside the mansion, a car was waiting for Yoo Oseon.
“What happened?”
Yoo Siwoon dropped him as if touching a walking corpse. He roughly brushed off his hands and arms as if they were contaminated with filth.
Having no energy to care about such gestures, Yoo Oseon leaned against the car, relieved just to have escaped the dogs, and finally caught his breath.
“…Haa. Fuck. Crazy bastards.”
Yoo Oseon shook his head as if truly disgusted and cursed under his breath.
“I’m asking what happened.”
“What, you’re asking how I survived?”
“…”
“Curious? Your balls must be shriveling up seeing someone you thought was dead resurrected before your eyes? You dog.”
“…So. I’m asking how you survived.”
A person who should already be dead and lying beside Seo Jeong-gi was perfectly alive, breathing, speaking, and even glaring at him with bloodshot eyes while hurling insults.
Yoo Siwoon tilted his head skeptically and asked why he was alive, looking curiously at someone who shouldn’t exist.
“Try to kill me again in broad daylight. Huh? Go ahead and try! You must be afraid of the punishment from the council of elders now too, right?”
“Why are you alive?”
I definitely killed you, I nailed you in a place no one visits and blocked the entrance so you couldn’t get out.
Why are you alive?
Yoo Oseon shuddered at the pure questioning eyes staring at him blankly.
“You can’t believe it, I guess. You thought I was dead and stole my wife.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes, my wife. That kid! Haa, fuck. Yeah, you can’t believe it. I thought I was really going to die too. I was there for… how many days, fuck. I think I’ve developed a mental illness; I still can’t sleep in bed!”
Yoo Oseon shook violently all over, saying he didn’t even want to recall that experience. He spat out a glob of gathered saliva onto the ground as if expelling a disgusting thought.
“Hey, give me some water.”
Yoo Oseon urgently knocked on the car window. With a buzzing sound, the window lowered, and his secretary, who had been waiting in the car unable to get out, hastily handed over a water bottle. He seemed to have been mistreated by the dogs as well. His face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Yoo Oseon looked at the secretary with contempt, opened the bottle, gulped down half of it, and used the rest to rinse his mouth before spitting onto the ground.
“Now I feel a bit better. Phew. Anyway, what a fucking place.”
Yoo Oseon turned around and spat toward the wall of Chairman Yoo’s mansion, which stood like a fortress. Then he shifted his gaze to Yoo Siwoon. Soon, a vile smile formed on his lips.
He thoroughly examined Yoo Siwoon from head to toe.
“The newlywed looks radiant. Must be having a good time?”
“…”
“Yoo Seongil’s wife… that’s a lie, right? The stupid Seongil doesn’t even know he’s playing into his father’s trap. That side seems to be having a good time too. Seems like he’s become quite sincere. Like you.”
“…”
“That kid you have with you… huh? It’s the truth only you and I know. Right?”
“…”
“Siwoon, how does it feel to have a wife?”
Yoo Siwoon tilted his head each time he asked a question, as if he had no idea what he was talking about. Yoo Oseon burst into dry laughter, “Puhehe.”
“Stop pretending. It doesn’t suit your build.”
Yoo Siwoon scratched his forehead and listened to his words with disinterest.
“Don’t think about killing me to shut me up. I won’t be taken down easily like last time, not anymore.”
“Who’s killing you? Why would I kill my precious cousin? Didn’t you hear earlier? We shouldn’t kill each other.”
“Don’t scheme. I’ve taken precautions. The moment you touch even a hair on my body, the council of elders will confiscate all your Jeokdan and revoke your breeder qualification. And they’ll give that kid you’re carefully hiding to someone else qualified, like me or Yoo Seongil.”
“…”
“To bear children. Our living god.”
“…”
“That kid covered in your secretions.”
Yoo Oseon’s hand moved as if depicting something, expressing disgust at Eunseong who was covered in Yoo Siwoon’s secretions. Yoo Siwoon’s eyes twisted slightly.
“Yoo Seongil once said you’re heterosexual and would never get hard for a male, but judging by your expression, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
With those final words, Yoo Oseon got into the car and quickly disappeared from his sight.
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Even after arriving at his residence, Yoo Siwoon remained silent sitting in the car. Director Nam couldn’t ask what had happened with Chairman Yoo and quietly observed his expression.
His reaction was far from normal. Yoo Siwoon, who had been staring at nothing with furrowed brows, took off the thick ring on his finger and held it out to Director Nam as if telling him to put it away. Director Nam, knowing what purpose the ring served, took it and placed it in the dashboard.
“May I ask what you discussed with Chairman Yoo?”
Director Nam asked cautiously, but Yoo Siwoon exited the car without answering. Director Nam followed him out and trailed behind him toward the house.
“CEO.”
“…”
“What happened? Did Chairman Yoo find out about Eunseong?”
Yoo Siwoon’s steps came to an abrupt halt. He spoke as if he hadn’t heard Director Nam’s question at all.
“How many people on the security team know how to handle firearms?”
“They’re all ex-special forces, so of course they all know how to handle firearms. Why do you ask?”
“Then call all of them. Have them ready to leave immediately.”
“Where are you going right now? CEO!”
Director Nam grabbed Yoo Siwoon’s arm firmly as he moved urgently as if being chased. His confused, shaking eyes focused harshly on the hand stopping him, then on Director Nam’s face.
“You need to tell me what’s going on so I can give instructions. Why do you need staff with firearms?”
Yoo Siwoon looked down at his forearm that Director Nam was gripping tightly. Director Nam’s knuckles were white from the force, and he was trembling as he blocked his way.
“You need to tell me why you’re acting like this, CEO, you’re… agitated. Please calm down.”
His tone was soothing, trying to calm Yoo Siwoon who seemed unable to see anything else. Director Nam knew that Yoo Siwoon had been continuously taking Jeokdan, and that under the influence of the herbs, he was in a state where rational judgment was difficult.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
