IRLPLBIO Chapter 33 Part 2

Kwang-cheol entered. Though his voice wasn’t loud, it reached Han Chang-hun clearly. Even though he must have seen the burly men guarding the cafe entrance, he showed no sign of intimidation.

Han Chang-hun observed Kwang-cheol as if looking at a very curious object. Even under such an intense, piercing gaze, Kwang-cheol did not falter. He walked calmly and sat opposite Han Chang-hun, showing no tension or fear throughout. Kwang-cheol, met in person, possessed an aura that was difficult to discern from written reports or photographs.

“That child, just a middle schooler?”

The secretary, who had briefly held his breath, immediately retreated backward at Han Chang-hun’s brief hand gesture. His back was damp with cold sweat.

Only after the secretary had completely disappeared and they were alone, did Kwang-cheol speak to Han Chang-hun.

“Thank you for your help.”

“You call me to a place like this, you who claim to be grateful? Not even someone living in Jong-ro can summon me so casually.”

“If we were business partners, you couldn’t order me around unilaterally. But you could come to see your grandson, meeting him for the first time in over ten years.”

“Ha, haha! Do you even know who I am referring to?”

“Yes, I know. Aren’t you referring to the temporary occupant of the blue-tiled house in Jongno-gu?”

Kwang-cheol remained composed throughout. He also implied that the owner of the Blue House was merely a five-year contract employee, a temporary ally, but as a biological grandson, he could take precedence over the president.

A brighter gleam appeared in Han Chang-hun’s eyes than before. Indeed, the grandson he was meeting for the first time in over ten years was more capable than he had imagined. Even his sons, who were CEOs of various subsidiaries, and he himself, would not have been as audacious as Kwang-cheol at that age.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t helped you?”

It was a casual curiosity. He also wanted to see the seemingly mature grandson flustered.

But for a moment, Kwang-cheol stiffened coldly. While it was true that Betas shouldn’t be able to sense Alpha pheromones, he felt an incredibly intense aura stifling him.

For a brief moment, Han Chang-hun wondered if his grandson wasn’t just bold, but insane.

The tension quickly dissipated. Kwang-cheol shed his previous cold expression and returned to a relaxed and comfortable demeanor. No matter how one looked at him, he did not exude the aura of a middle schooler or an Alpha who had only recently manifested.

“I wouldn’t have done anything drastic. You would have simply lost a grandson. And perhaps ‘the daughter you’ve been so desperately searching for’ as well.”

“This brat…!”

Han Chang-hun, who had been about to burst out with sharp words, stopped himself. Kwang-cheol’s potential was too great to simply cast him aside out of annoyance. He was already so formidable; Han Chang-hun couldn’t even imagine how much he would shine if properly taught imperial studies and management.

“…Impudent fellow.”

In the end, that was all Han Chang-hun could say.

Han Chang-hun, having no intention of antagonizing Kwang-cheol, quickly changed his expression. Kwang-cheol, in turn, now looked at him with curiosity, as he switched between a shrewd businessman and a gentle grandfather.

“So, if you called me all the way here, you must have something to say.”

“Yes. Please confirm this first.”

“I don’t need to see it to know.”

He pushed away the file Kwang-cheol offered.

“Alright, if you take care of just this, can you seize Jong-ro?”

“If you mean ‘seize’ as in exerting significant influence, then yes, that’s correct.”

“Tsk, tsk, a young man with such small ambitions.”

“Do you want a more direct explanation? It means that I will be cooperating with the next ‘loan shark king,’ just as you, Grandfather, cooperated with the previous one.”

For a moment, Han Chang-hun was speechless. He couldn’t ask his grandson, who had managed to fluster even him, the cold and ruthless man known as “Iron-blooded,” how he knew such things. After all, the documents Kwang-cheol presented were about the forces hostile to Shin Ju-hee, and it was Han Chang-hun himself who had said that those were all that needed to be dealt with.

But it was strange. No matter how clever, a young person’s accessible experiences were limited. It was like how a sixteen-year-old, no matter how talented, couldn’t have lived as much life as a sixty-six-year-old.

Yet, the grandson before him knew things he couldn’t possibly have experienced in his sixteen years of life. It was both astonishing and puzzling.