I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 175

The vibrating notifications from my phone were barely muffled by the music.

“Wake me when we arrive.”

“Master, we’ve arrived.”

Soo-ah shook me awake.

Even though the trip wasn’t that long, I’d managed to fall asleep, proving just how exhausted I was.

“Ugh...”

I checked my phone the moment I woke up.

“Wow...”

Sure enough, I’d been dragged back into the group chat, and the messages had shot up past +99.

‘What the hell were they even talking about? I don’t even want to look.’

On top of that, I had a ton of missed calls and personal messages.

And, of course, they were all from Go Minji.

—Call me.

“....”

Her last message ended with a line dripping in authority.

‘Can’t put this off forever.’

I was about to call as I stepped off the AV when I noticed Dan-tto hesitantly approaching from a distance.

It looked like she’d come out to greet me just because I mentioned it once.

But if she was going to come out, she could’ve hurried a bit.

I’d already stepped off the AV, and there she was, taking her sweet time.

Guess I’ll have to scold her.

“Uh... W-welcome... back...?”

“....”

I stared at her blankly before grabbing her cheeks and pulling.

“Guhh!”

“Damn, so soft. How do your cheeks stretch this much?”

“S-stop iiiit!!”

No chance.

I pulled the other cheek.

Squeeeeze.

“Heeek?!!”

“What’d you eat today?”

“Mmmf! Dumplings...!”

“Dumplings?”

“D-dumplings!!”

I couldn’t make out what she was saying, so I let go.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at me.

Oh? Is that attitude I’m seeing?

Want me to grab those cheeks again?

“M-mandu... I had dumplings...!”

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“Ah, dumplings. Dumplings are good.”

“...It was dim sum.”

My secretary interrupted with a deadpan tone.

“Oh, dim sum? So you lied to me?”

“Dim sum’s the same as dumplings, isn’t it?”

Wow. What a reckless thing to say with that innocent face.

Shaking my head, I brushed past her and headed inside the mansion.

Dan-tto trailed right behind me.

“Did you go for a walk?”

“I was... on my way back....”

“Go again. Ten laps.”

“Whaaat???! W-why??”

“For confusing dim sum with dumplings. That’s your punishment.”

“What the hell??”

“Do you know how much effort the chefs put into making those dishes? And you just lump them all together?”

“Wha—?! But you’re the one who eats sushi off naked women...!!”

“....”

Huh.

Where’d she get the nerve to hit me with facts?

“You’re just bullying me for fun!”

Damn, she’s quick to catch on.

“Adding ‘sir’ at the end doesn’t make it respectful, Dan-tto.”

“You—!!”

“Go on. Start running.”

Smack!

I slapped her on the ass, and she stomped off angrily, gritting her teeth.

My secretary followed her, keeping pace.

“Mm. Now that’s a nice sight.”

Dan-tto was best enjoyed when she was being teased.

Watching her gave me a strange sense of peace—like staring at a hamster running endlessly in its wheel.

It was mindless, but oddly satisfying.

“Dan-tto-mung is the best.”

I stared at her for a while before heading inside.

“....”

The moment I sat on the sofa, I dialed Go Minji.

It felt like paying off two years’ worth of overdue taxes in one go.

Ugh...

At least teasing Dan-tto had calmed me down a bit.

—Took you long enough. Ignored all my calls, huh?

Go Minji answered before the first ring even finished.

This woman had either been staring at her screen nonstop or sitting there with her finger on the button.

Trying to sound as casual as possible, I replied,

“How could I possibly interrupt while my two older sisters were fighting? That’d be disrespectful.”

—Oh, really? Since when have you ever treated me like your sister? Listen to this asshole suddenly speaking politely.

Of course, it didn’t work.

“What do you mean? I’ve always respected you, Minji. And I still do.”

—Bullshit. Who was it that said he’d smear his dick all over my face and cum on me like he was decorating a cake? Ring any bells?

“Who ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the hell would do something so vulgar?”

—You, you son of a bitch.

Tsk.

“So, why’d you call?”

—Goddamn it. The moment she runs out of things to say, her true colors come right out.

“I don’t think we have much to talk about, honestly.”

Now that I think about it, that’s true.

I bailed earlier because I was worried about getting dragged into Go Minji and Go Hayan’s fight, but strictly speaking, there wasn’t much for me to be concerned about.

The only thing that stood out was that Hayan already knew about the necklace before Minji had the chance to show it off.

That was a little strange, but was it really such a big deal?

I didn’t think so.

—Change the gem’s name. Or stop producing it entirely.

“What? I went through all the trouble of developing it and even named it after you. Why are you suddenly upset?”

—You...

Minji’s voice trembled.

I could practically feel the rage radiating through the phone.

—Just check the damn group chat! That bitch Hayan keeps posting crap like ‘Go Minji for sale!’ and ‘Go Minji, 500 won!’ She’s treating me like a goddamn cheap whore!

“...Ah.”

—She’s making me out to be some low-grade slut...!

Why does she have to ruin my romantic gestures like this...?

—And that bitch Seonyul is just sitting there spamming emojis and laughing along. Both of them, together—

I mean, it is kind of funny.

“Selling Go Minji,” huh? That’s actually pretty clever.

—...Are you laughing?

“I didn’t laugh.”

—I can hear it, asshole. Your breath just got all uneven. I can hear it loud and clear.

How the hell did she pick up on that?

I couldn’t even stay on the call anymore without bursting out laughing.

“Uh, Minji, I’m really sorry, but I just remembered something urgent—”

—Bullshit! Don’t you fucking—

“Sorry!!!”

I hung up and immediately shot her a message.

I promised to keep the necklace as a limited-edition item named “Go Minji” and change the name for the rest of the line.

But even after that, she kept cursing at me.

Well, I’d just have to take it.

Then, bracing myself, I opened the group chat with 99+ unread messages.

“...Wow. She didn’t stand a chance.”

Hayan, who usually acted so composed, was absolutely tearing Minji apart with words.

And Minji, for her part, was cursing and huffing in response.

Even I could tell Minji had lost.

That must’ve made her even angrier.

This was what happened when you tried to flex without proper preparation.

I called Hayan next.

—Why? Changing the name?

Hayan picked up right away. She already knew what I was going to ask.

“...Yeah.”

—See? Told you it was a bad name.

“....”

Wasn’t this her fault to begin with?

If Hayan hadn’t started mocking Minji with crap like “Go Minji for 500 won,” none of this would’ve happened.

—Minji’s too crude to appreciate things like this. She explodes like a volcano the moment you poke her. Keep that in mind.

“Ah... right.”

—A refined, cultured woman would see the romance in such a gift. No matter what others say. But Minji? She’s too shallow to handle it—completely swayed by other people’s opinions.

Hayan smirked as she trashed Minji.

‘They really must hate each other.’

—Anyway, what’s the new name? You want to use mine?

“What???”

That’d be a death sentence.

I could already picture it—me, surrounded by a dozen knights, shoved into an AV, and waking up in Minji’s private villa.

—I’m kidding.

What a terrifying joke.

Sure, I’d banged her and messed around with her, but I didn’t want to push Minji too far.

I liked living.

“I don’t have a name in mind yet. I just thought I should give you a heads-up first.”

—No rush. The production line’s still in testing, so you’ve got plenty of time.

At least Hayan wasn’t throwing a fit like Minji.

If she’d been like Minji... God, I don’t even want to think about it.

‘She’s surprisingly forgiving for someone I came on during a blowjob and called it “icing.”’

“Alright. I’ll think about it carefully.”

—Sure.

After hanging up, I checked the group chat again.

Right then, I got another message from Minji.

—You keep ignoring me? Fine. If that’s how you wanna play it, I’ll go all out.

A sudden chill ran down my spine.

Bzzzz.

A notification popped up in the group chat.

(Photo)

I didn’t know who posted it.

But—

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

The group exploded.

Most of the messages were stuff like “?” “What the fuck?” and “???”.

“...No way.”

I cautiously opened the chat.

It was complete chaos.

Scrolling up, I saw the photo Minji had posted.

“Fuck.”

It was a picture of my dick.

The one I’d accidentally sent to Minji before.

That crazy bitch had posted it in the group chat.