The Highest Level Son of a Chaebol Family - Chapter 315



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315. Did you know?

I closed my eyes.

‘I hoped that wasn’t the case.’

Before coming here.

While listening to the story of my parents’ engagement and the Jeong family from my maternal grandparents’ house.

I really hoped I was wrong.

That way, it won’t lead to the next question.

“Then, you must have known of my existence, sir?”

“okay.”

This time too, Mr. Jeong Dong-jin admitted it readily.

That made me even more depressed.

The grandmother covered her mouth with her hand and took a deep breath.

“Dongjin, you! Did you know that our Seongjun had a child?”

Grandma scolded me.

“Without even mentioning it to me?”

“If you had asked, I would have answered you, Sister.”

“I… … ! I didn’t even know that that kid had such a deep relationship with our Seongjun… … .”

The grandmother bowed her head.

“Because of that, I became a sinner in front of my son. For seven whole years.”

“Oh, my. It’s about your only son. How easygoing.”

Elder Jeong Dong-jin clicked his tongue lightly.

“You should have done a thorough background check before taking action.”

He added nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal.

“If you were born and raised in the Jeong family, you should have at least learned that much, Sister.”

“her!”

The grandmother could only laugh in disbelief.

The old woman wanted to rush over and tear out her hair, but the quiet man stopped her.

“Please calm down, ma’am.”

“Am I calming down now? Wow, I’m such a raccoon… …!”

“Your conversation isn’t over yet.”

“The conversation is going on now… … !”

When my grandmother saw my face, she flinched and then shut her mouth.

I didn’t even glance at my grandmother.

A skinny man who was smiling as if he found it funny stared at Jeong Dong-jin.

“He was my maternal grandfather’s close friend since childhood, and he was a comrade who risked his life to fight alongside me.”

“That’s right.”

“Then, of course, you must have known that my maternal grandfather searched all over the country for three years in search of his daughter who ran away from home?”

“of course.”

The skinny man, Jeong Dong-jin, nodded slightly.

It was a nod that did not convey even a hint of regret or awkwardness.

“My maternal grandfather must have trusted his close friend.”

“That’s the kind of thing it is.”

“You could have at least given some words of warning to your friend who is grieving over the loss of his child.”

“If Sungjun came back, everything would be resolved at once. Why bother?”

“My mother almost died.”

Due to coal gas poisoning.

In my previous life, I lost my mother like that.

“Then it would have remained as a regret for eternity for my maternal grandfather.”

“Your mother is not dead, she is connected to Sungjun, and he got my daughter and son-in-law. What’s the problem?”

“What if my mother had just passed away?”

“It didn’t matter. You lived.”

Jeong Dong-jin said as if it was no big deal.

But I wasn’t.

“Then what do you think would have happened to me?”

It was a bitter question.

“The shantytown in Guro-dong would have been forcibly demolished, and if a seven-year-old child loses his mother, who lived as an unwed mother, he would have no choice but to live on the street without a home.”

“That would never have happened.”

Jeong Dong-jin said bluntly.

“Because I would have taken you in.”

I chuckled to myself.

‘I thought you said that?’

After my mother passed away, no one came to see me.

Without a single relative, I was left abandoned on the streets.

Because I don’t have a single penny in the water.

Because the birth wasn’t even registered in the family register.

Because I can’t enter orphanages and foster homes.

I had to live on the streets before I met my teacher.

Abandoned in the middle of winter, barely surviving one winter, and at the end of the following winter.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Was there any other choice besides me?”

Jeong Dong-jin smiled leisurely, as if he was brimming with leisure.

“Sungjun’s home phone number written in a notebook, a Vacheron Constantin 1970 Special Edition, and a savings account with only small amounts of money in it.”

My mother’s jewelry box, which I didn’t even know existed in my previous life.

There were three things in it.

“What if that jewelry box had disappeared? I can guarantee you that you wouldn’t have been able to reach Sungjun without going through me.”

As a hostage, as bait.

As if that were my role.

He asserted so.

“I would have given Sungjun a choice. Who should I leave this family to, you or your son?”

“Do you know what would happen to people’s lives? What if I died along with my mother?”

“What else can I do to get the bodies of my wife and children? Seongjun must have come running with his butt burned from the fire and fallen face down.”

Jeong Dong-jin looked at me with a happy face.

“I repeat, there is only one person who will succeed me and rule this household, Jeong Seong-jun.”

The idea was to use our hats as bait to lure my father in.

It also meant that no one cared what happened to them as long as it was for the purpose.

“Then what if our father dies first?”

“Let’s stop making such meaningless assumptions here.”

Elder Jeong Dong-jin answered indifferently.

“It was me, not Seongjun, who accepted my death.”

you’re welcome.

In my previous life, my father died in a plane crash on New Year’s Day.

Maybe sooner than you.

So, I can’t help but keep smiling bitterly.

The grandmother muttered as if she was furious.

“This raccoon cub is really turning… … .”

I clenched my fist.

I thought I was fully prepared when I stood here.

After confirming what I expected, my mind was in a state of confusion.

‘Phew.’

I took a long, deep breath.

Before jumping to conclusions, we should have done a thorough fact-checking.

So I looked straight at the teacher, not Jeong Dong-jin.

“I have one question for you, Old Songolmae.”

“Are you talking to me?”

“yes.”

My mouth wouldn’t open easily.

It was something I had never been able to ask my teacher before.

I clenched my fist so hard that it stopped bleeding, and then I unclenched it.

Still, it took a long time for him to open his mouth.

Not like me.

“Did you know who I was all along, sir?”

“yes.”

My heart sank.

‘I hoped that wasn’t the case.’

Since it is a difficult topic to bring up, we must make sure to go over it clearly.

Not for the me of now, but for the me of my past life.

I closed my eyes tightly.

“Since when did I know that I am my father’s son, and that my mother is Lee Soo-jin… .”

“I knew it from the moment I walked into the pawn shop.”

hmm?

“A person who looks exactly like Master Seongjun is coming in, accompanied by Secretary Kim of Taesung Group.”

The teacher smiled brightly.

“I have raised you since you were six years old. So how could I not recognize you, Young Master Jeonghyeok?”

I opened my closed eyes with a start.

My heart, which had fallen with a thud like a rock falling from a cliff, rose again like a cloud.

“So you’re saying it wasn’t you who blocked all traces and information about our mother?”

“I am a caretaker of the Jeong family, not a secret envoy.”

A steward is a leader of servants who supervises the servants, manages the master’s assets, and is responsible for the education of the master’s children.

The Master glanced at one of the men standing behind Jeong Dong-jin’s wheelchair.

My gaze naturally turned to follow him.

‘under!’

How could I forget the author?

I was eleven years old, on a snowy winter night.

The teacher dragged a bloody man in and shoved him in front of me.

-Do you remember this guy?

-Who is it?

-Look through them one by one. You’ll definitely recognize them.

The master grabbed the man’s hair and lifted his face up.

The face, already a rag, was difficult to recognize with its original features.

-Can’t you recognize this fucking dog?

The Master was not the type of person to express his anger by making things worse in this way.

So at that time, I couldn’t help but be very nervous.

-Is he an important person?

-Very, very, terribly.

-I don’t know what to think of. Could you give me a hint?

-So… … Phew.

The teacher tried hard to control his breathing, which was becoming increasingly rough.

You made sentences with carefully chosen words.

-Before you met me, you must have seen interest.

The master ground his teeth and stamped hard on the man’s back.

The sound of a pig being slaughtered was heard.

-Isn’t that something I don’t know?

-Shut up, I never gave you permission to open your mouth.

-Oh, why can’t you trust what people say? I don’t know anything about this brat!

That voice strikes my ears like lightning!

I gritted my teeth.

-I know.

-No way! You don’t know me!

The man screamed.

-Who is this kid trying to ruin by lying right now?

He struggled desperately and shouted.

-With my face like this, how is that bastard going to recognize me… …!

-Then, please follow what I say.

Words I could never forget until I died.

Words I have never forgotten even after death.

I imitated the man’s voice.

I memorized every single word, including the intonation, tone, vocabulary, and tone of voice.

-It’s such a shame that no one came to get you even though your mother died.

-… … !

The man who had been squealing like a pig kept his mouth shut.

-You fucking orphan with no mother or father. That’s you. Hehehe.

The voice I heard behind me, as I was crying and hugging my dead mother, was like that.

-The old man used to say it like a habit. Fighting against a given environment is also a skill.

The more I spoke, the more fierce the Master’s gaze became.

And yet I continued.

I brought out the bitter resentment engraved in my heart that I had never told anyone before.

-I hope you have that kind of ability. A man should be able to do that, right?

There was a reason why I couldn’t forget his words, his voice, and his back view.

-I told you back then, ‘Give me back my mother!’

I didn’t have the strength to protect my mother’s body.

So I was helplessly robbed.

It was no use holding onto his trouser legs, screaming, crying, and begging him.

But he kicked me mercilessly.

I’m only seven years old.

It flew away at the man’s kick and crashed loudly to the floor.

While I was gasping for breath, he put my dead mother in the trunk of his car and disappeared.

-Why can’t you tell me? You have to prove your innocence. You say I’m lying.

-I am……!

-I remember the license plate number, should I recite it to you? Even if the police kept pretending not to know, I don’t think our teacher would.

I grabbed him by the collar.

I opened my eyes wide and looked straight ahead.

-Where did you throw away my mom? Or where did you sell her?

The man never opened his mouth.

The teacher looked down at me as I grabbed the man by the collar and shook him violently.

Bam.

An object that fell at my feet.

It was a knife with a blue-sharpened blade.

-Jeonghyeok, what are you going to do? Are you going to leave it to me or do it yourself?

I am eleven years old.

The day I first got blood on my hands.

When I opened the basement storage room door with my bloody hands and came out.

The world I knew was painted in completely different colors by the snowstorm that swept through the night.

“Do you want to burn the blood letter?”

I was suddenly woken from my thoughts by a loud, coughing-like voice.

From the bone-chilling snowfields of midwinter to this place in midsummer where the annex is burning brightly.

“It’s not like I can’t burn it.”

If you continue to refuse, I’m prepared to have a boring argument.

Jeong Dong-jin put his hand into his bosom as if it wouldn’t be too difficult.

A faded blood letter appeared with a rustling sound.

‘Oh, why is this suddenly golden?’

Not only the seal of the hand was clearly visible, but even the palm print was clearly visible.

“Before deciding what to do with this, shouldn’t we first confirm its authenticity? This is so unfair, I can’t live with it.”

Jeong Dong-jin took out another piece of golden paper from his bosom and shook it gently.

“While we’re at it, I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to cross-check my will as well.”

The papers he was holding were a brilliant golden pair.

I haven’t even answered yet.

“Tongue, blood letter?”

“Even the will?”

The five closest members of the Jeong family, as well as the grandmother, were shocked and held their breath.

Surprisingly, the most annoying one among them was my mortal enemy, the corpse thief standing over there.

Clang.

He dropped the glass of water he was holding.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and water soaked into the polished wood grain.

The body thief muttered in a trembling voice.

“Master, what do you mean by examining the blood oath and the will together… ?”

I hate hearing that annoying voice so much that it makes my teeth chatter.

I intercepted the conversation.

“Are you asking me to discuss the succession of the Jeong family together?”