Chapter 4 (2/2)

Even if for ordinary people, the very se areedy

“Do-jun,” mother said

“Yes?”

“Why so startled?”

She was still beautiful in her middle-thirties

Whenever I looked at her face closely, my face reddened

“Nothing,” I said

“I’m more startled You seem like a different person,” she said with a chuckle

Three o, when I awoke froo, in the body of Sunyang founder’s youngest grandson

Over tiot accustos toward them, my parents

The father was 38 years old, 2 years younger than the age at which I had been killed

I could not bear to call thee to call them father and mother

“I’!”

My brother Sang-jun sla his lips

I could guess why he was being pettish

The parents’ faces hardened but couldn’t tell him off

He sure as hell didn’t like the grandfather

Well…

He was the reason why the grandfather was coe

So he could not be viewed favorably

Although I would understand his feeling, his behavior at the table was not understandable

I needed to correct his behavior, for this reason I would not want to be despised by the grandfather

“I promise, as soon as we finish dinner, we’ll coentle voice The mother soothed him with a sorry look on her face, but he sulked for a while

After school, let’s see what happens I will break you of that bad habit!

Our driver got behind the wheel, and I and the brother sat in the backseat of the luxury sedan, and he was pulling a long face, not very talkative

The school we attend was a distinguished private one, full of the children of chaebol families and of judicial officers

Our classmates were future chairman, future politicians, and future ely upon our fellowshi+p with them

They traveled to the school by car, not school bus They were dropped off a short walk away from the school as they would not want to be seen as stuck-up or a show-off

But they would soon realize that they were the blessed ones who could inherit the power and the n over others

arseholes

Anyhoaited until the school finished

I was intensely curious about their youth The founder of Sunyang and those whom I had served

When I got ho-jun

“Can’t you knock?” he snapped without turning back around, playing on his game console

You s

I sneaked up behind him

I kicked the chair and toppled him to the floor with a heavy thud

“Don’t you dare say anything,” I said in a low voice

I grabbed his hair and dragged him into the bathroom

“What happened to your hand?” mother asked, taken aback

She noticed my hand ollen and red

She, close to tears, applied an ice pack to my hand

“I’ a shower,” I said to comfort her

“Are you sure you are all right?” she asked, in a soft, concerned voice

She felt much relieved after the family doctor came and examined my hand

I rattled the doorknob to check it was locked after shoving Sang-jun into the bathroorabbed the shower head I threatened hi up the inside, whichfor the pampered 12-year-old

Making hiive in was a piece of cake

After the fuss had died down, our farandfather’s place

“Will you drive yourself?” mother asked father when he opened the door and hopped into the driver’s seat

“Don’t worry I won’t drink and drive,” he said

Grandfather’s house

That I had frequented more than any other place

That the eldest son, Young-ki inherited after the founder, Yang-cheol had died

In which I carried out my first task; I plucked out weeds

I was a servant of Young-ki then, but now I’m blood-related to him

I felt as if returning hoh alot and made it on my own as a success