I’m joking. I like a family man. Everything else is fine as long as he’s to my liking. If need be, I can work and feed the family.”
“A family man?”
“Yeah. A man who’ll only look at me and love me.”
Choi Ji Hoon was speechless.
In terms of eligibility, he had more than anyone. He had confidence in his appearance as well, and had the charisma to charm any woman.
However, those kinds of conditions held no meaning for Lee Hye Yeon.
‘Apart from the things I’ve had since birth… I’m really a worthless person.’
This had become an opportunity for Choi Ji Hoon to turn himself around.
Just then, he met a familiar face over Lee Hye Yeon’s shoulder. From the time he’d known, spent, and met with Lee Hye Yeon, this was the primary person he feared to even meet in his dreams!
It was the first among the SwordNoobs, Jung Il Hoon.
Jung Il Hoon, who’d come to the city to buy a present to give to Cha Eun Hee, had caught him red-handed.
“Oppa, what’re you thinking about?”
“Huh? Mmyeah.”
“Your face went really blue, are you okay?”
“I-it must be the lighting.”
“There aren’t any blue lights here… anyways, I’m going home now.”
“You’re going already?”
“Yeah. Because my oppa gets worried if it gets too late.”
“Should I take you home?”
Choi Ji Hoon spoke as if he considered that a novel idea he’d thought of himself.
‘No matter what, I have to leave this place.’
An instinctive struggle to survive!
Lee Hye Yeon got her bag and stood up.
“You don’t have to do that. From here, it’s only five stops on the bus. I don’t even have to transfer.”
“I’ll see you home on a taxi.”
“Save your money. Why would you waste money on something you don’t need? You would go back on taxi after dropping me off, right?”
Choi Ji Hoon couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t true.
Even if he tried to ride the bus, he’d never done so in his life, so he didn’t even know what the fare was.
In his preschool, elementary school, and middle school years, a chauffeur had dropped him off in a limousine.
In high school, he’d ridden his motorcycle. Although it was a dangerous ride with a high chance of an accident, his bodyguards and an escort of police cars were behind him.
The most frugal means of transportation he’d used was a taxi.
His imported cars at home were taking a long break in the garage.
Somehow, he’d become the inheriting son of a business franchise CEO. He couldn’t tell her the truth because he was afraid that she might become prejudiced or hostile towards him.
Although he didn’t dislike the time he spent comfortably on these modest dates, he’d never felt a painful regret like this before.
“I’m going first. Go home safely.”
“H-Hye Yeon.”
Just when Choi Ji Hoon stood awkwardly to take her home anyways, he saw Jung Il Hoon wagging his finger and stopped.
He was even saying something. The blatant words his lips conveyed were clear.
‘If you run, you’ll die.’