3 So, Mr. Song, shall we talk more freely now? (1/2)

My mother? Hyun-Shik thought. How is my Mother associated with the President of the Chung Group?

Meanwhile, Ji-Eun was thinking of something.

”Father,” she said. ”You don't mean... Auntie Su-Won?”

Now, he's completely confused. How would this girl know his mother? And why would the President say they are good friends? So many questions here.

The elder laughed, ”She used to work for me, Hyun-Shik.”

He stared at the elder blankly.

”Before she met your father,” the elder explained. ”Before she had you, Su-Won used to be the Chung Group's only secretary. She had attended to our international travels and deals on numerous occasions, helping our core company grow.”

”I... I see.” he didn't know that. ”My Mother never really said anything...”

”Su-Won always had good business acumen,” the elder said. ”It was a delight to have worked with her. Though it saddened me that she resigned from her post in our company just after four years, I just knew she would be successful in whatever she chose to do, be it starting a family of her own or doing business.”

Hyun-Shik listened carefully, wanting to know more.

”She just realized one day that she wanted to go her own way and start something on her own, so... I was never for holding people back, so I let her go. And when I received a personal invitation to her wedding after a long while, you could say i was surprised. I was in Paris then,” the elder reminisced. ”And when my wife and I arrived back in the country to celebrate with her, I found out that she had you already.”

The elder reached out to touch his hand, ”You were the most adorable little boy I met. You were around two years old, I think, at the time. It's just a shame that at that age, children only chose to remember little about the people they meet.”

”Still, not only you were a good-looking boy, you were also very bright, ” the elder praised him. ”I remember you being the one receiving your parents' guests at their wedding. Yes, right beside your late grandfather. Such a filial child, you are.”

”Ah... I don't know what to say, President,” he ran a hand through his hair. ”Thank you?”

The elder laughed.