chapter 4
Song junhyun
Instinctively, Taehyung grabbed the piece of wood in junhyun's hand. Seeing this, Junhyun commanded, "Little brother, what are you doing? Hand over the box."
Song Jiho
"Why should I? I have a share in it too. Don't think you can keep it all to yourself." The alliance quickly crumbled in the face of greed, and Jiho clutched the box and bolted toward the door. But little did he know, Song Dahyun was waiting for an opportunity. He grabbed the rolling pin by the door and struck his own younger brother on the head.
"You bastard."
"You son of a bitch."
...Angry insults flew as the three of them erupted into a brawl, punching and kicking each other in a chaotic frenzy.
Meanwhile, Taehyung, the instigator of this mess, calmly sat on a bench, sipping wild mountain tea and enjoying the spectacle.
Crack.
Slight cracking sound echoed in the room, causing everyone to freeze, their eyes locked on the spot where the fist met the blade.
There was no blood—Taehyung was safe. Even though the blade had been dulled, it was still astonishing that it withstood Junhyun's powerful blow. A few seconds later, the broken knife clattered to the ground, startling them back to reality. Taehyung's first reaction was swift—he raised his hand and delivered a clean chop to Junhyun's neck. With a muffled groan, he collapsed to the floor.
Taehyung took a deep breath, gazing at the firewood chopper with lingering fear before marveling at his own hand, the same hand that had just blocked the knife. After confirming that he was unharmed, he began to reflect on the strange force that had surged through him, making him incredibly strong in the dangerous moment.
Later that evening, after driving the Song family out of the house, Taehyung prepared to cook. However, when he opened the rice bin, he found it emptier than his face.
Kim Taehyung
he searched his room for a long time, only to realize that he didn't have a single penny. he had just returned from the village farmland, only to find that his grandma had passed away and the remaining food in the house had been consumed days ago. Not wanting to use his grandmother's savings, he dragged out his iron box and took out a pen and notebook inside.
These were rewards he had earned from topping the village school examinations, and in the past, he would fiercely protect them. However, after everything he had gone through, he no longer cared about such small things.
Taking advantage of the fading daylight, he hurriedly carried his things to the village grocery store at the entrance. In this life, he kept his head down and walked on, indifferent to the curious or scrutinizing gazes of the other rural teenagers.
At that moment, a car parked by the side of the road started up and headed toward the village entrance. Inside the car, despite the modest exterior, the luxurious interior was adorned with a circular sofa. The assistant sat upright, his eyes slightly lowered, respectfully reporting,
Assistant
"Boss, it's been confirmed that Kwangsun's visit is part of internal struggles within the Jeon family. In addition, Kwangsun has instigated some members of the company's board of directors against you. Now, they're questioning your whereabouts, claiming you don't spend enough time at the company."
One by one, updates that could affect international business were delivered inside the car. However, the man sitting in the middle of the sofa remained silent. The faint light from the car's ceiling cast shadows over his narrow eyes and sharp eyebrows, accentuating his handsome, chiseled face. His thin lips radiated an icy coldness, further enhancing his striking appearance, more captivating than that of any male model.
No one would have guessed that this man was the feared leader of both the military and the powerful Jeon Corporation—the youngest head of the prestigious Jeon family, Jeon Jungkook
After the intense briefing, silence filled the car. Despite working under him for years, the assistant still felt the invisible pressure weighing down on him, making him fidget. He glanced out the window and noticed the thin figure of a young boy through the one-way glass.
The boy's clothes were too small, revealing his thin wrists and ankles. he held a white plastic bag filled with pens and notebooks, a sign of his passion for learning.
If this countryside boy had been born into the Jeon family's world, he might have become a scholar in a civilized society...
Lost in thought, the car quickly passed the boy. When Taehyung arrived at the village entrance, the grocery store owner was locking up, her face full of displeasure.
Shop owner
"Hey, don't get too close. You might bring bad luck to my store and ruin my business," the owner sneered, grabbing a broom and shooing him away like an annoying fly.
Shop owner
Taehyung furrowed his brow. "You killed your mother and your grandmother, and now you're trying to steal from the Song familys bank account. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Taehyung knew this was just a rumor spread after his family had been driven out of the village. His reputation had already been tarnished, and now it was even worse.
he pursed his lips, unwilling to reveal his grandfather's situation to outsiders. But the shopkeeper assumed his guilt and noticed the items in his bag.
Shop owner
"Oh, so many notebooks and pens! Did you steal them from someone's house? They're branded, too. My son said these branded pens are worth a lot of money. Be careful, or someone might paralyze you."
The shopkeeper's eyes gleamed with greed as she eyed Taehyung's belongings, eager to create a scene and claim one for her son. But Taehyung calmly responded,
Kim Taehyung
"These are all rewards I received from school."
Shop owner
What?
The woman's face twisted with astonishment. Why did this small boy have so many rewards while her own son had none? Jealousy boiled within her as she spat, "Hmm... go away! I'm not selling my groceries to someone with bad luck like you."
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung wasnt surprised by this reaction. he laughed silently and said, "You won't sell to me even if I give you all these pens?"
Shop owner
The woman turned, glaring at Taehyung as if she had fallen from the sky. "Don't try to deceive me, young boy!"
As they argued, Jungkook's car pulled over, not too close but not too far either. Seeing the woman arguing with the small boy, Jungkook sent his assistant to go and help him.
Comments