Chapter 54.2

Chapter 54.2

“…Secretary Ahn, I told you to turn off your phone. It’s noisy. I’m having a heart to heart talk with my son here.”

Kwon Moo-young suddenly turned his head and grumbled. It was just as Secretary Ahn finished his call and sighed, looking at his phone screen.

“Chairman, even if we leave now, we’ll still be very late.”

“Shut it. I’m eating with my son before I go.”

Apparently satisfied with the conversation he’d had with Kwon Jae-heon, Kwon Moo-young’s mood had noticeably softened.

“I don’t trust Lee Yi-taek. There are other options. If he doesn’t listen, I’ll throw him away without hesitation.”

That must have been the answer Kwon Moo-young was hoping for.

Secretary Ahn, who had been anxiously watching Kwon Moo-young’s mood, seized the moment and quickly spoke up.

“They’ve prepared the banquet noodles you like, sir.”

“Oh, come on. It’s the end of the year and I can’t even have a meal with my son? I came all this way! I’m going to eat. I said I am going to eat.”

Kwon Moo-young started throwing a tantrum. Secretary Ahn glanced at Kwon Jae-heon, eyes pleading for him to rein in the chairman. Skipping a dinner with the president to linger here—it was enough to make anyone anxious.

“I’ll arrange something soon. For tonight, have dinner with someone else. The noodles will get soggy.”

Kwon Jae-heon was just as uncomfortable with his father sticking around. Especially with someone close to the president waiting on him.

“When? If you don’t give me a firm date, I won’t believe you. Come tomorrow. It’s New Year’s Day. Let’s have rice cake soup.”

“Father, you celebrate Lunar New Year. Since when did you care about the solar New Year?”

“I can see you on Lunar New Year too.”

“Okay, fine, just go. Please!”

“You too, darling, come over. I’ll fix you something nourishing. Then again, food alone might not cut it. To handle my son, maybe you’ll need some herbal tonic.”

Kwon Moo-young looked at Goyo with a wistful smile.

Goyo didn’t understand a word of what was going on. Apparently, Kwon Jae-heon had suddenly decided to raise a snake, a giant one, like an anaconda.

Just earlier today, a client she met said raising snakes was creepy. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she thought?

Kwon Moo-young was clearly opposed. He even tried to appease his son by offering to buy him a dog instead, but Jae-heon didn’t seem to budge.

Goyo could understand where Kwon Moo-young was coming from. Who would like their kid raising snakes at home? She didn’t like snakes either. Cute dogs were better. She had always wanted to raise a small breed—like a Pomeranian, a Yorkshire Terrier, or a Maltese.

“Why do you care about my woman’s body?”

“Son, you should be grateful to me. You take after me, don’t you? Big down there, amazing in bed too.”

“Sigh… Father!”

“When I was young, I could handle three women for three days and nights straight without breaking a sweat. And since you’re just like me, I bet you can go just as long. That darling of yours will need a tonic just to survive you.”

As he said this, Kwon Moo-young winked at Goyo. A wink that seemed to say, You know what I’m talking about, right? Goyo’s face flushed red. So Kwon Jae-heon going non-stop for three days was because he inherited it from his father?

“Miss Ji, should I get you a tonic too?”

“N-No, Chairman, I’m fine.”

The arrow suddenly pointing her way startled Ji Seo-hyun. Goyo looked at her, seated beside Kwon Moo-young, and was reminded of Min Jae-yi, who’d had an affair with Lee Yoon-geon.

Even past seventy, Kwon Moo-young had enough stamina to keep a young, beautiful mistress. Which meant… Kwon Jae-heon probably wouldn’t lose his libido with age either.

“Miss Ji, you seem to lack stamina too. You’re too young to be this weak.”

“That’s enough, Father! This is disgusting.”

Jae-heon furrowed his brow and raised his voice. He neither cared about nor wanted to know his father’s sex life.

“You ungrateful bastard. I worked hard to bring you into this world, and this is how you repay me? Disrespecting your father? Shameful. Tsk. Brat.”

At Jae-heon’s sharp glare, Kwon Moo-young drooped his eyes and made a pitiful face. A master of wearing masks, he could even pull off a lisped whine perfectly. Anyone who knew the real Kwon Moo-young would find it chilling.

A man who wouldn’t flinch if someone died before his eyes. The kind who would smile while stabbing a blade into his opponent’s gut. The cruelty he displayed when eliminating enemies was said to be beyond description.

Like father, like son. Jae-heon, too, was someone who knew how to wear the appropriate mask for every occasion.