Chapter 47: The Family Certificate of the Holy Scripture
“Wait for me, bro!”
Park Hyung-sik chased after Kang Jae-hoon, tapping furiously on his phone keyboard:
“[Sooyoung! Your love rival and Kang Jae-hoon might be heading for a bad end—]”
“Thud!”
Park Hyung-sik’s forehead bumped against Kang Jae-hoon’s back, his nose pressing a shiny, oily mark onto the suit fabric.
“Watch where you’re going, Hyung-sik.”
As Kang Jae-hoon turned around, Park Hyung-sik’s pupils reflected the image of Jung Soo-yeon, arms crossed and face stern.
“Se-senior, hello!”
Park Hyung-sik instinctively bowed ninety degrees:
“I am Park Hyung-sik, son of the empire!”
“Park Hyung-sik, could we have a private word for five minutes?”
“Of course! Please, go ahead!”
“May I have a moment?”
Jung Soo-yeon tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at Kang Jae-hoon.
“Uh, please.”
As the two walked away, one ahead, one behind, Park Hyung-sik frantically hit the delete key to erase his chat message, quickly changing “[Love rival might get a bad ending]” to:
“[Your sister is having a talk with Kang Jae-hoon!]”
While Park Hyung-sik sneaked behind the vending machine to take secret photos, Jung Soojung’s reply popped up:
“Ah, damn it! Send me the location!!!”
…
The emergency light stretched their shadows long, like clashing blades.
“Jang Jae-hoon, you know who I am, right?”
“Yes.” Kang Jae-hoon’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Member of Girls’ Generation, Jung Soojung’s sister, currently…”
“Stop.”
Jung Soo-yeon raised her hand to cut him off.
“Do you know why I came to see you?”
“No… I don’t.”
Kang Jae-hoon’s mind raced as the bump on the back of his head throbbed faintly.
“Orphaned early, raised by grandmother until high school, then after grandmother passed away, worked night shifts at a convenience store and finished college on scholarships. No dark past, no wealthy background, not even a single social event in college.”
Jung Soo-yeon locked her phone screen:
“On paper, you look clean.”
“I shower every day.”
“…I meant clean as in no bad habits, no nonsense…”
Jung Soo-yeon watched him lift his arm and sniff his own armpit, her mouth twitching uncontrollably.
She just couldn’t understand how a man with such a strange thought process managed to make her sister fall head over heels in love.
Jung Soo-yeon took a deep breath:
“Sooyoung is still young; her romantic ideals are stuck in idol drama clichés like ‘sharing a jacket to keep dry.’ When she grows up enough to distinguish between infatuation and sympathy, then she can consider dating.”
“You make a good point.”
Kang Jae-hoon nodded in agreement.
“Since you agree, then please keep your distance from my sister.”
“Uh… huh?!”
Kang Jae-hoon made a stunned face, pointing to himself:
“Me?”
Jung Soo-yeon furrowed her brows sharply. “Playing dumb—is that funny?”
“Wait…”
Kang Jae-hoon froze mid-scratch on his head:
“You mean me and Bo-na?”
“Kang Jae-hoon, we’re all adults here…”
“Ah—”
Kang Jae-hoon suddenly understood and waved his hands frantically:
“You’re mistaken. Bo-na and I are just colleagues. There’s never been anything inappropriate between us…”
Jung Soo-yeon laughed angrily:
“Do I have to trample on your dignity for you to get it?”
“Sorry to interrupt you two—”
Jung Soo-yeon’s words were cut off by the sharp click of high heels striking the tiles.
Both turned their heads simultaneously.
Lee Sung-kyung’s black ink-splattered skirt swirled like a dark wave.
Sweat-dampened strands clung to her neck; her lips were unevenly licked; her jawline was taut as if carved by a blade.
She stopped two steps away, locking eyes on Kang Jae-hoon:
“Is the seat too prickly?”
“I…”
Kang Jae-hoon’s Adam’s apple moved nervously under Lee Sung-kyung’s intense gaze; the bump on his head subtly warmed.
Jung Soo-yeon’s eyes curved sharply like a blade:
“And who might you be?”
Lee Sung-kyung pulled an invitation from Kang Jae-hoon’s breast pocket, pressing her fingertip heavily on the word “family” as she held it up to Jung Soo-yeon.
“Lee Sung-kyung?”
Jung Soo-yeon narrowed her eyes, sizing her up: “So you’re his model roommate?”
“Pleasure.”
Lee Sung-kyung snapped the invitation back onto Kang Jae-hoon’s chest:
“I’m his legal emergency contact, gym membership guarantor, and med—”
“I’m not interested in how you supervise him.”
Jung Soo-yeon cut her off bluntly, turning to warn Kang Jae-hoon:
“In short, I want you to not say a single word to my sister outside of filming! Understand?”
“As an older sister, instead of warning fools from acting out melodramatic daily soap operas, why not teach your sister how to have a normal view of love?”
“What do you mean?”
Jung Soo-yeon crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Literally what I said.”
Through Park Hyung-sik’s secret camera, Kang Jae-hoon’s eyes darted left and right as frequently as a ping-pong referee.
Meanwhile, the Kakao messages from Jung Soojung at the top of the phone screen flooded rapidly—
“Send the location, you idiot!”
“Lee Sung-kyung is teaching me how to be a sister?”
Jung Soo-yeon’s cold laugh crystallized into an icicle.
Lee Sung-kyung raised her right eyebrow with the slightest hint of mockery:
“Just reminding you to watch out for your sister’s suspension bridge effect, not to blame the opposing actor for getting too deep into the role.”
“Hmph, it’s not your place to remind me.”
Jung Soo-yeon’s high heels nearly crushed the tile beneath, and as she turned, her Chanel jacket whipped up a storm.
She wanted to leave a cutting remark but found herself at a loss for words.
—
Park Hyung-sik’s phone camera peeked out from behind the vending machine, capturing Jung Soo-yeon’s furious expression and sending it to Jung Soojung:
“Your sister VS Sung-kyung Round 1, damage rate 99%.”
He had just sent the message.
Looking up, he saw Kang Jae-hoon being dragged by his tie by Lee Sung-kyung toward the fire escape—
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