Chapter 162 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 162 (1) - The Mysterious Art Museum

"Damn it, you crazy fool! What did I tell you? I told you to tear into him fiercely, didn’t I? After enduring the turmoil inside me, waiting just for this day, you feed me sweet potatoes instead of a refreshing cider? Are you out of your mind?" [T/N: Sweet potatoes are hard to swallow, so korean use it as an idiom for such hard to swallow situations]

The one tearing into things fiercely seems to be you, Young-ju.

As soon as I returned to the waiting room from the press conference, Young-ju rushed over and started scolding me. I patted my friend's shoulder, saying, "Sorry, I saw something recently."

"What did you take in, you son of a... Did you watch a movie filled with love for humanity? A film about Buddha’s life? Preaching forgiveness even to enemies?"

"My mom goes to church. She’d foam at the mouth if she saw me seeking Buddha."

"Then what is it, you little..."

"There’s something, let's go. We have to prepare for the exhibition."

"What’s there to prepare, you idiot. You're not the rookie artist you used to be. Just deliver the work, and that’s it. W Tree will handle everything else!"

"But it’s my exhibition. I should go and check."

"Forget it, damn it. Go by yourself."

Young-ju, furious, slams the door of the waiting room and leaves.

Left alone, I chuckled and scratched the back of my head.

"Young-ju, there was someone who died in silence for the future of a boy who shot him."

Muttering to myself, I was about to leave the press conference venue in the car driven by Seong-chul, who had taken on the role of my manager.

Just as our car was about to exit the parking lot, a luxury car blocked our way.

Startled by the sudden brake, Seong-chul was about to swear when his eyes widened in realization.

"Some jerk is... Huh? Isn’t that Director Seo Young-ju’s car?"

I leaned out of the back seat and asked.

"Wasn’t Young-ju’s car a domestic model?"

"She changed it earlier this year."

"Wow, he bought a BMW 7 Series? Young-ju has grown up."

Seong-chul smiled and said.

"That’s rich coming from someone who drives a Ferrari Roma."

"Hey, I didn’t buy that with my own money."

"Haha, that’s true."

The driver's window of Young-ju’s car, which had blocked ours, rolled down. Young-ju, looking quite displeased, sticks his head out and yells.

After a while, Young-ju removed her hand from her ear and muttered softly.

"Son of a bitch."

Huh? This reaction is a bit off, isn't it?

I quickly added to Young-ju.

"I'm not joking, I meant it sincerely."

Young-ju's eyes were red. Thinking she was upset because he thought I was joking, I hurriedly explained.

"I've thought about it a lot. I missed you in Italy, and wherever I was, I felt safe knowing you were there. To me, you are like a stable family. You are the person, other than my family, who cares about me the most. That's why I said it. I'm definitely not joking."

Young-ju glared at me with a fierce look and repeated the same words.

"Son of a bitch."

Why, though? I'm not saying this on a whim, really. I don't get it.

"Young-ju, I'm serious."

Young-ju then grips the steering wheel and shifts gears roughly, saying, "You propose like this, without any flair? How long have I been waiting, you son of a bitch?"

"......"

As Young-ju starts driving again, a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Do the proposal properly again. If you fill the trunk with balloons or do something like serenading in a crowded place, I'll kill you."

"......"

I stared at Young-ju with a dumbfounded expression and then burst into laughter.

"Uhahaha!!! Uhahaha!!"

"What are you laughing at, you jerk! It's not a joke! You make me wait for 10 years and then propose in a car? Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"

"Uhahaha!!! Damn, it's hilarious, uhahaha!"

"Don't laugh! Bring a diamond ring!"

"Alright, alright! Uhahaha!"

Our steps towards W Tree Hotel were vastly different from the last 10 years.

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