I am my dear's type

A few days had passed since she had found herself in Cheol's city H-City hospital. Soon it was time for her to try to adjust herself to the new life with her new identity. Earlier on, she had managed to get a new phone and, with the help of her memories, she logged into her previous accounts.

The character wasn't too bad off, at least she had some money to keep her on her feet for a couple more days. This would help Kim Eun-Jung to start off before she decided to find a better solution to solve her money crisis.From her thoughts she trailed to the phone's screen that reflected her appearance. Her face was one she remembered, though now, it was young and filled with collagen.

She was back to her seventeen-year-old self. Unlike her plain normal self, her skin was vibrant and glowing, her usual dark circles caused by staying up till late at night that had permanently formed were now gone. She looked pretty. Maybe it was the novel effect. 

The dean had left some days ago. Before he went away, Do Boon-Kang had told her that she would send her information of her origin. Now she was heading to a hotel she had come across on the internet. Kim Eun-Jung sat in the taxi looking out the window, her thoughts wandering both towards her future and the past. 

She now held the antagonist's emotions, she felt grieved. But she wasn't stupid to not think before making her actions known. Curiosity rose in her as she wondered what was happening in the Kim family. Soon, they arrived. 

The car stopped in front of a large hotel, A-Hotel. It was the richest hotel in Cheol city where most bigshots dwelled leisurely when on vacation or when doing business gathering. From the reviews, the hotel had good service. Kim Eun-Jung paid for the taxi then walked out towards the entrance of the building. The decorations were eye-catching. They were in both modern and antique style, no different from the hotels she'd had the chance to visit in her real life.

Kim Eun-Jung halted, standing at the front desk. Two females, both in their twenties though one seemed younger, turned to look at her. The youngest, who seemed no less than twenty-three, came forward plastering a smile and wanting to offer her service was stopped by the other woman.  Faced with the interruption, she couldn't help but scowl and make way. Kim Eun-Jung noticed this but didn't give any reaction. The female opposite her offered a friendly smile to the girl, she glanced at her, scanning her. Her clothes weren't luxurious, just a normal pair of dull sweatpants and a sweat shirt. Aside from that, she seemed nothing out of the ordinary. Usually, those that came were either rich second generation children or first generation and were all dressed in the latest brand clothes. Kim Eun-Jung noticed her smile change from a friendly one to a less sincere one.

"Young girl, this is not a place where you can casually walk in," she said, her voice though restrained, her thoughts open as a book.

She looked around, taking her time, not bothering with the receptionist's words. The girl looked at the receptionist's name tag, Choi Yoon-hee. Ignoring her, she walked off looking at her phone and looking at her past emails. In her previous class group, they had recently updated it, inviting everyone to Kim Ju-won's and Hyung Min-Hyuk's engagement party. She smiled. So, after finalizing that she was dead, they decided to jump off into the next step. Kim Beom-seok's sure did know how to work his strategy. She would pay them back for every single grievance they caused her.

This was for the antagonist. Kim Eun-Jung felt the antagonist was pitiful, she hadn't exactly thought of the suffering the original Kim Eun-Jung had gone through. Now thinking of it, she couldn't help but want to give her a good life.

Not too far along she heard a loud whine, for which she paused. Kim Eun-Jung halted to look up, in front a girl was on the ground complaining, her face looking aggrieved. She looked at the tall guy in front of her, though she couldn't exactly see his face as the boy was facing the other side, but she could clearly hear their conversation.

"Brother Joon, why don't you help me up?" Her voice was sweet and pitiful.

"Why? Is your leg broken?" he spoke, not caring to give the girl in front face.

The girl, pouting, said, "Senior, can't you help me up?"

"Don't do that, it's irritating to the eyes and makes you look even uglier."

Listening to his words, she stopped half way, her voice coming out even more pitiful, "how can you say that I'm not-" pleasant to the eye? She couldn't pronounce the words.

The man beside him didn't dare to say anything. He could only feel sorry for the girl who the young master's harsh words were intended for. The girl had earlier been acting coy when she saw the rich young man only to receive sarcastic rebukes. He was only but an assistant and, even then, the young master's offensive words knew no bounds, so he could only quietly offer his apologies to the girl.

"I'll be blunt, you are not my type," his words were very detached, and his words were heartless.

Kim Eun-Jung raised her eyebrow recognizing the girl. She was familiar according to her memories. She was one of Jo-won's lackeys. Though not actively, she had also bullied her previously. She smiled, an idea popping in her head. Kim Eun-Jung ran to the man and held his arm.

"I am my dear's type, he only likes me," she spoke, her voice coquettish, even surprising herself. She looked up at the man. He was very handsome, his jaws perfectly aligned with his sharp nose. His thin pink lips were mesmerizing, especially his big black eyes. They were alluring and seemed to form little stars. He was probably one-ninety-two centimeters tall if not more. That and his mature temperament were the few reasons why this girl was so infatuated with him.

The assistant looked up bewildered. He looked at the girl as if she were crazy. She definitely was. He couldn't believe the courage she had to approach the young master. He was so cold and aloof, even his temperament made people think twice before approaching him. She surely was going to lose her hands.

"Aren't I right dear?'' she smiled. 

The guy looking at the girl stared for a bit. This girl was not familiar to him. She was wearing loose clothes and was around his age. Her beautiful face captured his eyes and he seemed not to want to pull away from her.

The assistant shut his eyes silently praying for the newcomer that was about to lose her life, but was shocked by what he heard next.

"Hmm."

The assistant cocked his head to look at the young master. Was he hearing things just now? Did he just confirm their relationship? This wasn't possible, the young master barely had any contact with people, more so those of the opposite gender.

Kim Eun-Jung turned to look at the baffled and frightened girl. She was scared and looked as if she had just seen a ghost. It seemed like her death had spread around. In reality, she had died, since they all knew that. However, there she was in the flesh standing watching her, a smirk across her face.

"Kim Eun-Jung?" she stuttered, unsure if what she was seeing was a ghost or really Kim Eun-Jung. It couldn't be her. News of Kim Eun-Jung's death had spread all over the school. Then how could it be her?

"You know me, but you still want to steal my dear from me," she faked pity, "beware of facing retribution," She humphed, taking the man's hand and smiling at him, "let's go darling, we will book that room you wanted to arrange for me."

The assistant, Yun Jun-seo was even more shocked. This young girl was even more audacious than the others. The young master surely wouldn't 

With her words, she led the way, not bothering with the girl Jim Do-ri. She was just one of those that thrived on making people feel miserable. She recalled how, in the past, Jim Do-ri would mock her about being a fake second generation and how she was a parasite clinging on to the rich. Kim Eun-Jung smiled, not bothering to look back, knowing the effect her presence had on the girl. He led the guy to the receptionist.

"Here we are darling, I want to book a suite, the most expensive one. Please," her voice came out childish and playful, making both the assistant and her so-called dear blink. Though unlike Yun Jun-seo, her words made his ears turn red from embarrassment.

They had never seen anyone be so bold in front of the young master. Usually they would pretend to be simple and shy. Nonetheless, the young man knew of their tactics. He wasn't easily fooled. The man turned to the girl, deciding to play along, then faced the other woman who was the receptionist.

The receptionist surveyed the gentleman, his features were very eye-catching, he excluded the aura of a noble second generation. Kim Eun-Jung saw the awestruck look of the woman, she seemed mesmerized and couldn't help but want to continue to stare. He was definitely one of the most handsome men she'd come to see. However, she was caught off-guard by a female voice.

"Can I get another receptionist who can serve us?" Kim Eun-Jung looked at the receptionist beside Choi Yoon-hee, "I don't want her, she looks broken," She pointed to the earlier receptionist who wanted to serve her, "you can do."

"You-"

Choi Yoon-hee's face turned pale, then black. She wanted to retaliate, but she couldn't risk her job. Already, the fact that she worked in A-Hotel was a great achievement, she couldn't lose this job by going against a customer. Her family were from a lower background, they depended on the job she had. She looked at the young female customer whose hands were interlocking the man's and stomped her feet.

Listening to this, the other receptionist, Jung Ah-ri, came forward, forcing Choi Yoon-hee to back away, swallowing her anger. The girl was clearly from a poor background who only depended on men for backing. How shameless. 

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