CS Chapter 33
by astherielle“Did you enjoy making a fool of your grandson?”
It was none other than Cha Minjun who had suddenly come to visit Cha Jinwoong, who was hospitalized for chemotherapy. Minjun, having astutely noticed his grandfather’s recent unusual behavior, had finally learned the truth.
“Did Seowoo tell you?”
“…I see that even Ji Seowoo knew something I didn’t.”
The thought that he was the only one unaware about this crucial fact fueled his anger. Jinwoong’s closest aides, and even Ji Seowoo, had been informed of his terminal illness, yet he had been completely oblivious.
“Don’t be too hard on her. I explicitly told her to keep it a secret.”
“If you were going to hide it, you should have done a better job. What is this, really?”
He had spoken casually about his grandfather’s death. When he proposed to Ji Seowoo, he had made it clear that their contract was valid only as long as his grandfather was alive.
“He found everything disgusting, regardless of the fact that he was his only remaining blood relative. It was because his grandfather had been nagging him his whole life about his fate.”
On top of that, he constantly brought up Minjun’s mother, whose memory was fading, treating her like a sinner. What was so important about that damn cat? The thought of his mother, unable to rest in peace, filled him with resentment towards his grandfather. If they weren’t related by blood, he wouldn’t have anything to do with the old man.
Yet, blood was thicker than water, it seemed. As soon as he heard that his grandfather would soon disappear from this world, he dropped everything and rushed to the hospital.
“Why aren’t you calling that damned shaman? You should be begging her to let you live longer. Shouldn’t you be holding a gut?”
“Minjun, I’ve… lived long enough.”
His grandfather, who had always addressed him roughly, now spoke his name with unexpected tenderness. Disliking even this moment of affection, Minjun’s brow furrowed.
However, his eyes, fixed on his grandfather, were filled with sorrow. He had known this day would come eventually, given his grandfather’s age, but facing the reality of it left him feeling numb.
“I pray every night for my grandson to live a long life. If I ask God to let me live longer too, He’ll be angry.”
“Aren’t you tired of talking about my lifespans? You should worry about your own health instead of your grandson’s.”
“Think of it as your grandfather’s last wish, and live a long and happy life with Seowoo. Aside from everything else, that girl has such a kind heart; she’ll make a wonderful wife.”
“I’ll divorce Ji Seowoo the day you die, just so you know.”
“You crazy bastard.”
Jinwoong scoffed in disbelief.
“Fine. Out of spite, I’ll live a long life. Hey, Secretary Kim! Call the doctor and tell him to give me stronger chemo! I’ll endure it no matter what!”
Despite his thunderous roar, it was clear he was like a toothless tiger. Minjun let out a frustrated sigh.
***
“I’m sorry. Your Grandfather begged me so earnestly, so I pretended not to know…”
As soon as Minjun returned home, Ji Seowoo apologized. She had received a call from Jinwoong informing her of Minjun’s visit to the hospital.
Contrary to her worries that he would be furious, he simply shook his head.
“It’s fine. I know what he’s like. Don’t worry about it.”
Minjun looked exhausted after his visit with Cha Jinwoong. He seemed heartbroken and, at the same time, filled with anger.
Massaging his temples as if tired, Minjun walked past Seowoo without a word. She stared blankly at his back for a moment, then hurried after him.
“What?”
Minun stopped abruptly on his way to his room. He turned around and looked down at Ji Seowoo.
“Do you have something to say?”
“Um… are you going to be okay on your own?”
“What difference does it make if you’re here?”
“Still… if it’s any comfort to you, I want to be by your side.”
“What are you going to do? Comfort me with your body?”
“…!”
He’d meant it as a joke, but she looked unexpectedly determined. Initially wide-eyed and flustered, she then subtly reached out and took hold of his sleeve, as if trying to seduce him.
“It’s strange… I hate… it when you treat me like a child. It upsets me. Why am I like this…?”
“I don’t see what’s wrong with calling a child a child.”
He had expected Ji Seowoo to back down, but after biting her lip for a moment, she looked up at him defiantly.
“That milky smell you mentioned, Mr. Minjun… how can I get rid of it…?”
“…Huh, what?”
“Or… can you get rid of it for me? You, Mr. Cha Minjun.”
The man’s expression turned cold in an instant. She looked like a stray cat on the street that had been thrown away, and he couldn’t understand what she was even saying.
Moreover, the woman before him was trembling pitifully. Her futile show of bravado was so infuriating that he decided to firmly teach her a lesson so she would never utter such nasty words again.
“You’re trembling like a leaf, and you still talk so boldly.”
“…!”
He gently stroked Seowoo’s long hair, then suddenly placed his hand inside her shirt. His chilling hand gazed along Ji Seowoo’s slender waist, and then he buried his face in her soft, downy nape.
Lick—
The sound of his tongue licking her skin echoed erotically through the empty hallway. Despite her nervousness, like a prey animal moments before being devoured, she bravely reached out and stroked his hair, as if genuinely wanting to comfort him.
“…M-Minjun? Ah…!”
But only for a moment. A small moan escaped her lips as he suddenly pulled away and flicked her forehead lightly.
“Go to sleep, little girl.”
Unlike Seowoo, who was completely flustered, he turned and walked away with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened. Left alone in the long hallway, Seowoo fanned her flushed face.
Meanwhile, as soon as the door closed behind him, Minjun cursed under his breath.
“Damn it.”
The veins on his forehead bulged.
“It’s strange… I hate… it when you treat me like a child. It upsets me. Why am I like this…?”
He gritted his teeth, remembering Ji Seowoo’s tearful words.
“That’s a novel way to seduce someone.”
He had only ever encountered women who threw themselves at him, explicitly flaunting their bodies. This was the first time he’d met a woman who used such a tactic.
“That milky smell that you mentioned, Mr. Minjun…how can I get rid of it…?”
“…Huh, what?”
“Or… can you get rid of it for me? You Mr. Cha Minjun.”
It was still unbelievable. Asking him to get rid of her milky smell.
“How brazen.”
When had this timid girl, who couldn’t even meet his eyes and stammered “Excuse me,” become so bold? Or had she always been this provocative, and he just hadn’t noticed?
Furthermore, when he buried his face in her neck, he felt a jolt of dizziness. It wasn’t just her subtle scent; it was her touch, the way she ran her fingers through his hair without hesitation, that aroused him uncontrollably.
Did she know that he had almost pushed her down on the hallway floor and ripped off her clothes? Did that young girl even realize?
He was disgusted with himself for becoming aroused just hours after hearing about his Grandfather’s terminal illness.
What a piece of trash I am.