I rushed to update this chapter over the weekend, but now it's time for a twist of fate. In the next three chapters after Chapter 6, I'll take you back six years to shed light on why Ga Eul was addressing the F4 informally as 'Oppa'. A big thank you to those who are still following, especially Falling_Boys, for your continuous support, even if the pairing isn't your favorite.


After dropping off Jan Di at the entrance gate of Shinhwa High School and handing her the carefully prepared lunch that he had spent hours making, Nick settled into the passenger seat of his sleek black car, nestled next to his assistant, Alex. The atmosphere in the car shifted almost palpably as Alex attempted to voice his concerns, the tension between them growing thicker. "Boss," he began hesitantly, the unease evident in his voice, "I don't think this is the right decision. Just because you slept with that girl doesn't mean you have to be nice to her."

Nick arched an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity piqued within him. "Is she not good enough for me?" he challenged, his tone a blend of casual amusement and underlying defensiveness.

Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wrestling with his thoughts before gathering the courage to respond. "It's not about her being good enough; it's just that she is Korean, she is not like us, and far too ordinary for someone of your status." There was a brief pause as Alex chose his words carefully, navigating the delicate territory of Nick's past romantic history. "Sir, your first love was a lawyer from a prestigious family, then the second was a renowned model, and the last one—a doctor—all from elite, high-class backgrounds. You're… well, you're different."

Nick raised a hand to quell Alex's words, his expression momentarily shadowed with a sternness that belied his usual charm. "Did they give me the happiness I yearned for?"

Alex took a steadying breath, grappling with the weight of Nick's question. "No, sir. They did not." He hesitated, fear creeping into his thoughts about where this conversation could lead. "But what if that girl—"

"She has a name, Alex," Nick interjected, his demeanor softening as he spoke. "And her name is Jan Di."

"Apologies, boss… I mean, Ms. Jan Di." Alex pressed on cautiously, "But what if she is only after your money?"

Nick chuckled, a lighthearted glimmer dancing in his eyes. "Does she know I have money? And even if she did, why didn't she take the unlimited card I gave her?"

Alex shook his head furiously, his voice steady with conviction. "No, sir. She has no idea about your wealth."

Leaning back in his chair, Nick's demeanor relaxed further, the tension ebbing away as he waved off his assistant's concerns. "Enough about this. Let's go to Shinhwa—I need to thank Madam Chairwoman for the 'present' she left in my room," he said, a playful smile brightening his face.

Alex's eyes narrowed, scanning Nick's expression for any sign of jest. Concern etched across his brow, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was profoundly different today. "Oh no, don't tell me... she sent you, Ms. Jan Di, to your suite."

Nick laughed heartily, the sound echoing throughout the luxurious interior of the vehicle. "Can you even imagine? She sent me her son's girlfriend to my room after drugging her. What kind of woman does this to another woman?" Nick shook his head in disbelief. "He even sent over his son to catch us in the act, as if that would make things better. It's like something out of a soap opera."

"Unbelievable… Does she despise Ms. Jan Di so deeply that she would stoop to such lows? It's beyond despicable," Alex opined, his gut twisting at the thought of the twisted dynamics at play.

Nick nodded, his jovial smile faltering as seriousness seeped back into the conversation. "I need to go and thank her because if it weren't for her disgust, I wouldn't have known where my grandmother lived. Anyway, prepare the villa that was meant for auction. I want Jan Di—I mean, my girl and her brother—to be comfortable."

"Right away, sir," Alex replied, the gravity of his boss's words sinking in as he headed off to the parking lot to park the car. As he maneuvered through the bustling streets colored by the vivid hues of a futuristic metropolis, he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that this whimsical journey was only beginning, and the implications of Nick's choices would ripple out in ways neither of them could predict.


As Nick arrived at the office, he was greeted with reverence, for he had plans to invest in the illustrious Shinhwa Group, a venture that promised to skyrocket profits and reshape the landscape of business in ways few could imagine. Strolling through the opulent space in his open white shirt and tailored black shorts, with sleek sneakers adorning his feet, he relished the envious glances from the ladies around him—each gaze filled with a mix of admiration and longing, as if they were caught in a trance woven by his charisma. To Nick, being a billionaire was no small feat; it came with its own set of responsibilities, but his magnetism always seemed to leave people spellbound. Yet, amidst the admiration, there was one individual who had managed to capture his attention like no other—Jan Di. Unlike the rest, she remained blissfully oblivious to his wealth, treating him simply as Nick, a quality that intrigued him more than he'd ever admit.

Lost in his thoughts, Nick turned a corner, only to collide with someone unexpectedly. Hot coffee splattered across his bare chest, soaking into his crisp shirt as he muttered, "What the hell?" Looking down, he assessed the damage, a flush creeping across his skin. But as his annoyance subsided, he locked eyes with the coffee's owner—a girl so preoccupied with her apologies and frantic efforts to clean his shirt that he couldn't help but smile at her flustered demeanor. Her hands trembled as she searched for a napkin in her bag, but before her clumsy attempt could touch his chest, Nick gently captured her wrist, a questioning glint in his eyes. It was then that recognition washed over him; the familiar face belonged to Ha Jae Kyung, the JK Group heiress, and Gu Jun Pyo's fiancée, someone he had met at Jun Pyo's extravagant birthday celebration. "You!" he exclaimed, bemusement curling his lips.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to!" she stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she desperately tried to pat the coffee stain from his damp shirt and chest.

"There's no need," he said softly, momentarily forgetting the stain and the ire that had stirred within him. "Just show me where the bathroom is. I can clean myself."

Ha Jae Kyung, still flustered, nodded obediently. "Are you a germaphobe?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her tone as she tried to break the tension.

Nick couldn't help but look away, fighting back a smirk before returning his gaze to her with playful mischief. "Do you want to touch me so badly?"

The question hung in the air, Jae Kyung's cheeks flushed even further as she pointed him straight down the hall. "Walk straight, then make a left at the end."

"Gracias," he said, flashing his signature charming smile before making his way down the corridor, leaving her in a state of awe. Jae Kyung couldn't help but watch him go, a dreamy expression crossing her face. "So handsome..." she whispered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief before brushing aside her thoughts to continue on her path.

After a brief moment, Nick emerged from the bathroom, his fresh shirt replacing the soiled one, and rejoined his assistant Alex. "What happened to your shirt, sir?" Alex inquired, feigning innocence as they stepped into the bustling office.

"Oh… I bumped into Madam Kang's would-be daughter-in-law, the JK heiress," Nick replied nonchalantly, brushing off the encounter that had taken him by surprise.

"That wild girl?" Alex chuckled, recalling how she had been dragged to the auditorium just yesterday while Madam Kang announced her engagement to Gu Jun Pyo. "You seem to attract the most interesting people."

"Good thing I took my medicine," Nick replied dryly, his mind shifting momentarily from the earlier incident.

"But Ms. Jan Di touched you, and you didn't have any reaction. What does this mean?" Alex prodded further, ever curious about the nuances of Nick's interactions.

Nick gave him a sideways glance, a smirk creeping to his lips. "Whatever it means... Only God Almighty can answer that," he mused, walking into the office where Madam Kang awaited him, anticipation and tension thick in the air.


"Madam Kang," he greeted brightly, settling onto the plush couch with casual elegance, crossing one leg over the other as if he owned the room.

"Mr. De Alegre," she returned the greeting, her smile strained, betraying an underlying tension. "It's good to see you," she added, though the words felt more like an obligation than a heartfelt sentiment.

"Good to see you too, Madam," Nick responded, his smile radiating warmth, blissfully unaware of the intricate web of emotions tangled around him.

Madam Kang sat behind her grand desk, her posture straight and composed as she addressed Nick. "So, Mr. De Alegre, did you come here to talk about the investment?" Her voice was steady, but her eyes shimmered with uncertainty, a dance of diplomacy and ambition.

Nick's smile faltered slightly before he regained his composure, nodding in response. "Not really," he said, his tone casual yet laced with intent. "I actually came to discuss a different subject. A good subject."

Curiosity flickered in Madam Kang's gaze as her brows furrowed. "What subject?" she inquired, leaning forward, hands elegantly resting upon the polished mahogany desk, the sparkle of her diamond engagement ring and wedding ring catching the light in a dazzling display.

"Firstly…" Nick rose from the couch, intentional and commanding as he stepped toward her desk. Settling onto the surface with an air of familiarity, he leaned in an unexpected proximity that hinted at intimacy. For a moment, it seemed he might lean in for a kiss, but Madam Kang instinctively leaned away in surprise, her cheeks warming, thrown off balance.

"I am very pleased with the gift you sent over to my room last night," Nick continued, his voice smooth and inviting. He locked his gaze onto hers, intense and unwavering. "So, in return, I want to invite you to a party—my grandmother's party. She has been missing for three years, and I think it calls for a grand celebration where you will meet many foreign businessmen. What do you say?"

The air crackled with suspense, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to pause, leaving both of them poised on the precipice of an exciting new chapter. Madame Kang's heart skipped a beat at the mention of foreigners. The opportunity was considerable. She knew that attending this soirée could lead her to vital connections that would expand Shinhwa Corporation's global reach. "I would be honored to attend your grandmother's party, Mr. De Alegre. Thank you for the invitation," Madam Kang replied with a smile, her mind already racing with the potential for networking and collaboration.

"Very well," Nick said, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "The party is this evening, and please do come with your son and your would-be daughter-in-law." Madam Kang couldn't help but envision her son and his girlfriend navigating the bustling room, charm and ambition bubbling beneath the surface. The event was shaping up to be an incredible opportunity for all of them.

"Thank you, Mr. De Alegre," Madam Kang said, gracefully reaching out her hand for a handshake with Nick. Tentatively, he accepted her hand, suppressing the gnawing feeling of germs he associated with such gestures. Deep down, he longed to escape the confines of their interaction.

"You're welcome," he said, his facade holding as he turned away. However, the smile quickly soured as he made his exit from the office, enveloped by the sterile scent of cleanliness that suffocated him. The anxiety surged, a nauseating wave washing over him; all he wanted was to take a long bath. Yet, with thoughts of Jan Di swirling in his mind, he grappled with an unfamiliar contradiction. Why was being a germaphobe so effortlessly bypassed around her? Her soft touch and the intoxicating mix of cucumber and watermelon from her skin lingered in his recollection, igniting a longing he couldn't comprehend yet ached to embrace. Jan Di's presence offered a sense of calm he had never known—a stark contrast to the tension that normally consumed him.

"Boss," Alex interrupted his spiraling thoughts, presenting him with a paper towel. "Where are we going?"

"It's lunchtime; let's drop by Jan Di's school. I need to see her," Nick declared with a surge of determination as the two of them stepped out of the towering Shinhwa building, the world outside bustling with life.

"Are you OK?" Alex asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

"I am not OK. Get my meds," Nick snapped, irritation bubbling beneath the surface as he fought to clear the tormenting chaos in his mind. The lure of Jan Di's carefree spirit called to him like a siren song, and the thought of seeing her filled him with both excitement and dread.


After the morning session was over, Jan Di made her way to the cafeteria to enjoy the food Nick had packed for her. She was filled with a blend of anticipation and unease, fully aware that her thoughts about this stranger—whom she had chosen to extend her friendship to that very morning—felt tangled with the undeniable memory of the previous night they had spent together. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she unzipped the lunch box, and her senses were immediately entranced by the delightful scent of lasagna wafting up to greet her. Alongside it, she found a vibrant arrangement of fresh, crispy lettuce, ripe tomatoes, creamy avocado, tangy green olives, rich red cabbage, and cool cucumber, all haloed by freshly baked bread rolls and a pat of soft butter. "Does he want me to grow fat?" she wondered jokingly, her eyes glancing at a brand-new bottle filled with an intriguing blend of pineapple and avocado juice—experimental, to say the least.

As she set her tools into her meal and dove in, relish tinged with a hint of skepticism filled her first mouthful—but a sudden, unmistakable yell pierced through her moment of gastronomic bliss. "F4!" she looked up to find the iconic group striding confidently across the cafeteria, their presence commanding attention. To her utter surprise, Ga Eul, her best friend, was walking alongside them, draped in a Shinhwa uniform and belting out laughter as if she had known them forever. The air around them crackled with excitement and chatter as students turned to gawk at the F4, their golden faces glimmering with a combination of mischief and charisma that sent waves of vibrancy through the bustling cafeteria.

Ga Eul's familiar, animated wave beckoned her closer, and without hesitation, she approached Jan Di's table. "Jan Di-ah," she called, wrapping her arms around her friend in an affectionate embrace.

"You never told me you joined Shinhwa," Jan Di said, her heart sinking slightly as betrayal colored her tone, not allowing herself to return the hug as suspicion clouded her judgment.

"I wanted it to be a surprise!" Ga Eul replied, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Besides, I thought it would be fun to keep you guessing."

Jan Di nodded, but disbelief lingered in the pit of her stomach. "And you seem really cozy with F4," she pointed out casually, though her eyes hinted at probing curiosity.

"Well, I..." Ga Eul stammered, her voice faltering as if caught in a web of untold secrets.

"It's your life, your secrets; I won't force you," Jan Di stated resolutely, attempting to push aside the nagging intuition that something was amiss. She turned back to her food, hoping to silence her concerns with the exquisite flavors laid before her.

However, Ga Eul wasn't ready to drop the subject. "Jan Di-ah," she reached for Jan Di's hand, but Jan Di instinctively withdrew it, guarding her heart against further revelations. "I know you're hiding something from me."

"I'm sorry..." Ga Eul began, but before she could finish, a sudden splash interrupted the moment, sending droplets of water cascading across Jan Di's carefully arranged meal.


Just as Jan Di lifted her fork to savor another bite of the delicious meal in front of her, the tranquility of the cafeteria was abruptly shattered by the sound of water splattering onto her plate. A moment of shock and confusion ensued as the liquid gushed out, culminating in a cascade of chaos as the water mixed with her food. Snickers and jests filled the air, emanating from the mischievous Miranda, who couldn't contain her amusement at the situation. Her face broke into a smug grin, reveling in the disorder she had incited.

"Oops, my hand slipped," Miranda jeered, a sly grin sneaking across her face as she relished the chaos that unfolded.

Before her mockery could fully materialize into a verbal assault, a thunderous clap echoed through the cafeteria, cutting through the tense atmosphere. The sudden sound reverberated off the walls, snapping everyone's attention to a singular point. The room fell deathly silent, and all eyes focused on the source of the disturbance. The sight that met their gaze was unexpected but strangely satisfying—Miranda, the instigator of the commotion, lying sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor. A hush fell over the onlookers as they processed the swift turn of events, disbelief painted on their faces.

For Jan Di, who had been on the receiving end of Miranda's taunts, the sight was both surprising and gratifying. She glanced from the fallen figure of Miranda to the figure standing stoically amidst the chaos, the one who had seemingly put an end to Miranda's antics. A silent exchange of acknowledgment passed between Jan Di and the mysterious individual, a wordless understanding forged in that decisive moment. As the reality of the situation sank in, a mix of relief and admiration washed over Jan Di, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had shifted the dynamics of power in the cafeteria.

Standing before them with an air of authority, Nick's steely gaze and resolute countenance demanded attention, transforming the once-casual setting into a charged atmosphere filled with urgency and tension. "How dare you!" his voice boomed, commanding the room with a presence that seemed to freeze time. A collective hush fell over the cafeteria, every eye fixed on Nick, who stood firm and resolute, his protective instincts on full display.


With her cheeks burning, Miranda's indignation flared as she confronted Nick, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "How could you raise a hand against me?" she demanded in her broken English, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. Slowly rising from where she had fallen, her hand still tenderly pressed against her stinging cheek, Miranda's whole body seemed to tremble with a potent mixture of anger and hurt. Yet, undeterred by her fury, Nick stood resolute, his body tense and ready for any further confrontation.

His icy gaze locked onto Miranda, daring her to challenge him once more. "Do you wish for another lesson in respect?" His words were like shards of ice, cutting through the charged air between them. The menace in his voice only served to deepen Miranda's sense of betrayal and injustice. As she stood there, the echoes of his challenge lingering like a dark cloud over them, Jan Di could only watch in horrified fascination, her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated the clash to come. The tension between them crackled, thickening the air with a palpable sense of impending conflict.


Just then, Ji Hoo made his approach, concern etched across his features as he hurried over to Jan Di, a look of worry etched deeply in his eyes. "Jan Di, are you all right?" he inquired with a mix of urgency and compassion, his voice soothing amidst the chaos that surrounded them. Casting a protective glance over her, his presence alone seemed to offer a sense of security amidst the mayhem that had unfolded.

"I'm okay, just a bit shaken," she managed to reply, her words tinged with a hint of vulnerability that she tried to mask with a brave front. Despite her attempt to remain composed, her attention involuntarily flickered nervously between Miranda and Nick, the unsettling presence of their figures still looming in the background like a dark cloud. Ji Hoo, perceptive as ever, sensed the shift in tension and quickly refocused his attention on Ga Eul, his voice soft and reassuring as he reached out to her. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his genuine concern evident in the way he held her gaze with unwavering sincerity, a stark contrast to the unsettling atmosphere that had enveloped them all. Jan Di, caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy stir within her as unfamiliar feelings tugged at her heartstrings, leaving her grappling with a mix of emotions that she struggled to make sense of amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

"Who gave you the right to ruin her food?" Nick continued, directing his fury back at Miranda, his temper boiling over.

"Nick," Jan Di whispered, attempting to interject softly as she grasped his hand, squeezing it lightly, hoping to diffuse the escalating situation. "Calm down," she urged, her voice barely rising above the din of the cafeteria. Yet, as she watched his eyes darken with a storm of protectiveness mingled with rage, she felt the air thickening with tension as the atmosphere teetered on the edge of chaos.

Miranda's initial defiance transformed into uncertainty, causing her once confident demeanor to waver visibly. With a single step back, she distanced herself, her wavering sense of empowerment faltering under Nick's imposing aura. "Do you honestly believe that you have the right to barge in here and try to intimidate me? Just who do you think you are to come at me in this manner?"

Advancing slowly and deliberately, Nick's progression towards her exuded a palpable sense of power and control. With each steady, calculated step, he closed the physical gap between them, his penetrating gaze fixed on her as his hands remained concealed behind his back. There was an undeniable air of menace emanating from him, adding a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere.

As Miranda found herself being inexorably cornered against the unyielding coldness of the marble wall, her once steely resolve began to crumble before Nick's overwhelming presence. It was as though his every movement and word had the ability to unravel her defenses piece by piece. "Are you prepared to face someone even more ruthless and dominant than Gu Jun Pyo could ever be? Are you truly ready for the kind of confrontation that lies ahead?" Nick's voice dropped to a chilling whisper, its coldness sending shivers down Miranda's spine, underscoring the gravity of the situation at hand.

"N-no... no..." Miranda, her voice trembling with fear and her heart pounding in her chest, struggled to form coherent words as panic surged through her every nerve

"Always remember not to mess with my woman," With a steely glint in his eyes, Nick's voice rang out with a force that demanded attention, every word dripping with a possessive authority that sent shivers down Miranda's spine as he pointed an accusatory finger in her direction. It was a warning that reverberated through the crowded cafeteria, leaving an uneasy tension that permeated the air. "Remember that."

All around them, the hushed whispers and curious glances of onlookers filled the space, their eyes fixated on the unfolding drama like avid spectators at a gripping performance. Jan Di, caught in the middle of this unexpected confrontation, found herself at a crossroads, a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within her.

As the weight of Nick's declaration settled over her, she felt a shift in the dynamic between them, a subtle but significant change that hinted at deeper emotions blossoming beneath the surface. In this charged moment of uncertainty and revelation, clarity began to dawn on Jan Di, illuminating a path forward amidst the chaos of her turbulent world.


Nick walked over to Jan Di with a gentle expression on his face, his movements filled with an air of sensitivity and care. As he approached her, he reached out slowly and took her hand, a softness coming over his eyes as he looked at her with genuine concern and sorrow etched in his gaze. His voice, tinged with regret and sincerity, conveyed his remorse as he uttered, "I'm truly sorry for losing my temper earlier. It breaks my heart to witness how you were treated."

Jan Di, her heart a tumultuous mixture of emotions, met his gaze with a blend of surprise, hope, and an underlying vulnerability. She watched him closely, seeking reassurance and understanding in his eyes. Just as she was about to respond, he did something unexpected, enveloping her in a warm and comforting embrace that caught her off guard. A wave of shock rippled through the bustling cafeteria, the sudden intimate moment drawing the attention of everyone present.

His arms surrounded her with a protective strength, one hand gently cradling her head while the other securely wrapped around her back, holding her close and tight. Jan Di could feel the warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, bringing her a sense of tranquility and reassurance in the midst of the chaotic surroundings. His eyes closed briefly, as if seeking solace in the closeness of their connection, creating a moment of unspoken understanding and vulnerability shared between them.

Observing the unfolding scene with a mix of confusion and concern evident in their shared gazes, Ji Hoo found himself at Ga Eul's side, where they stood in silent bewilderment as Nick enveloped Jan Di in a heartfelt embrace. Ga Eul, her expression mirroring the puzzlement etched on Ji Hoo's features, couldn't help but voice her uncertainty to him. "Oppa, do they know each other?" she quietly inquired, her voice barely more than a whisper, as they tried to make sense of the unexpected encounter before them.

Shaking his head in response to Ga Eul's question, Ji Hoo replied, "I don't know." As they continued to observe the unfolding drama before them, Ji Hoo couldn't help but voice his confusion: "He claimed this morning not to know her, yet now he's defending her, even embracing her." Their shared bafflement was reflected in their exchanged glances. Ji Hoo and Ga Eul couldn't help but speculate on the mysterious connection between Nick and Jan Di. While their curiosity only seemed to grow, they stayed rooted to the spot, their eyes fixed on Nick and Jan Di's tender moment, wondering about the depth of their bond.


Ji Hoo found himself in a constant internal struggle as he battled to contain the overwhelming surge of jealousy that threatened to overpower his emotions. The realization that Jan Di, whom he considered a friend, was romantically involved with his best friend, Jun Pyo, intensified his feelings of inadequacy. Despite acknowledging that he had no rightful claim over her, Ji Hoo couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy stir within him. He tried to rationalize his emotions by reminding himself that it was Jun Pyo who had every right to feel possessive and envious in such a situation.

As Ji Hoo grappled with these conflicting emotions, a profound sense of discomfort lingered in his mind. Although he understood the intricacies of the situation, the uneasy feeling of longing and longing for something beyond his reach persisted. He couldn't dismiss the notion that perhaps his emotions ran deeper than mere friendship. Yet, he was acutely aware of the importance of boundaries and respecting the relationships that tied them all together.

Just as Ji Hoo delved into his swirling thoughts, he noticed the approach of Jun Pyo, accompanied by Woo Bin and Yi Jeong, creating a tense atmosphere amidst their group dynamic. The impending interaction with his best friend, who unknowingly held Jan Di's heart, added a layer of complexity to an already intricate web of emotions and connections. The arrival of the trio hinted at a potential escalation of emotions and a brewing storm of unspoken tensions that threatened the fragile balance between friendship, loyalty, and unrequited feelings.


Jun Pyo's heart thundered in his chest, a cacophony of emotions playing out like a cinematic reel of betrayal and fury. The flames of rage scorched every inch of him, as disbelief crippled his senses; he was paralyzed by the sight of Jan Di nestled in the arms of Nick—a stranger who had inexplicably woven himself into her life just hours ago. Each beat of his heart ignited a greater resolve, propelling him forward with an urgency that left his bewildered comrades, Woo Bin and Yi Jeong, struggling to keep pace. Fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned ghostly white, his jaw set with a fierce determination, Jun Pyo inched closer, the world around him fading into a mere backdrop as the tempest of conflicting feelings swirled within him. The closer he got, the more the storm churned; could he really lose her to this newcomer so suddenly?

Without a trace of hesitation, he lunged forward and grasped Jan Di's wrist in a vice-like grip, a squeeze so fierce that the modest ring he wore bit into her delicate skin, a painful reminder of their complex history. With a swift motion, he yanked her from Nick's embrace, which had left the stranger standing there in stunned silence, his own confusion mirrored in Jan Di's wide eyes.

"It's you again," Jun Pyo spat, his glare locked onto Nick with an intensity that radiated menace, as though the weight of his fury could physically cast the stranger aside.

"Yes, it's me again," Nick retorted, caught between disbelief and a flicker of defiance, reaching for Jan Di's free hand in a desperate attempt to reclaim what Jun Pyo had so possessively snatched away.

Jun Pyo's grip tightened, and an unmistakable ferocity blazed in his eyes as he growled, "Stay away from her," before pulling Jan Di protectively to his side, establishing a barrier against what he perceived as a threat.

Caught in the eye of this storm, Jan Di felt herself constricted between two drastically opposing forces, her emotions swirling as she found herself a pawn in this fierce showdown of wills. Nick's gentle tug was a stark contrast to the relentless grip of Jun Pyo, whose unwitting grip bruised her wrist and sent ripples of discomfort through her. "Gu Jun Pyo, let go of me!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of frustration and anguish, pleading to the boy she once thought she understood. But blinded by anger, Jun Pyo remained impervious to the compassion swirling around him, ignoring Woo Bin and Yi Jeong's subtle gestures that signaled she was in pain.

"Why should I let go?" Jun Pyo shot back defiantly, unwilling to relent as he continued to hold Geum Jan Di's hand. "So you can return to him and be embraced in his arms?" His breath came in agitated puffs, the weariness palpable in his tone. "I saw him this morning at his presidential suite! When I asked if he'd seen you, he claimed he didn't even know who you were! How could you let yourself be wrapped in the arms of a married man? What did he offer you? A platinum card? A gold card?" Disappointment tainted his voice, each word laced with betrayal as he spat, "Geum Jan Di, I never imagined you'd stoop so low. Mother was right; 'shameless' is an understatement."

"Shameless?" Jan Di shot back, hurt flashing in her eyes. "If you think I'm shameless, why are you still holding my hand? Do you think I should be with you—a man engaged to someone else? A man who considers me just a stain?" Her voice quivered, thick with memories of Jun Pyo's past cruel words. "What about a person who treats me like I'm just a disposable toy, easily discarded when you're finished with me? Is that really the kind of person you want me to stay with?"

"But Jan Di! I was only trying to protect you!" Jun Pyo replied, desperation dripping from his voice as he attempted to justify his previous actions.

"Does protecting someone include hurting them?" Nick interjected, the weight of his question hanging heavily in the air. At that moment, the tension crescendo as Jun Pyo's grip dug deeper, leaving a mark on Jan Di's wrist, and blood began to trickle down her arm. This physical wound paled in comparison to the emotional scars inflicted by Jun Pyo's impulsive words, rendering Jan Di fragile and vulnerable.


"Does protecting someone include hurting them? Physically?" Nick interjected, the weight of his question hanging heavily in the air, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to hold its breath. At that moment, the tension crescendoed when Jun Pyo's grip dug deeper into Jan Di's wrist, leaving a painful mark and causing blood to begin trickling down her arm like a reminder of the conflict festering beneath the surface. "I didn't know you Korean men protect your loved ones by hurting them," Nick added, his voice laced with a mix of disbelief and anger. This physical wound may have appeared minor, yet it paled in comparison to the emotional scars inflicted by Jun Pyo's impulsive words and actions, rendering Jan Di fragile and vulnerable in the storm of conflicting loyalties and unspoken feelings swirling around them.

Ji Hoo, ever the guardian and the voice of reason, felt his heart race at the sight of Jan Di's injuries, his innate protective instincts propelling him into action. "Jan Di-ah!" he called, urgency lacing his tone as he reached for her hand, his eyes wide with concern and desperation. Yet, even before he could remedy the situation, Nick swiftly leaned forward, brushing aside the chaos that enveloped them, and pressed his warm lips to her wrist. In that moment, he became a surprising anomaly amidst the turbulence, instinctively sucking in an effort to staunch the bleeding, his actions driven by a blend of concern and something deeper.

Jan Di was caught completely off guard; her breath hitched as a rush of warmth spread across her skin, igniting a flurry of sensations she had never experienced before. It felt as if time had slowed, the world around them becoming a blurred backdrop to the intensity of the moment. The entire F4, along with Ga Eul, looked on, their eyes wide with astonishment and disbelief, unable to tear their gaze away from Nick's pink lips pressed against Jan Di's injured wrist. As he worked to suck the blood from the open wound—an unintended, yet bizarrely intimate gesture—their thoughts resonated in unison: 'This is impossible.'


Nick's act, which was meant as first aid, transcended the physical realm, shattering the boundaries of friendship and igniting the air around them with an undeniable tension. With his eyes closed, as if lost in the significance of the moment, he absorbed the connection that hung between them, more profound than mere healing—an intertwining of their fates that no one else could understand. The juxtaposition of tenderness and pain hung thick in the air, as each of them grappled with the realization that love can sometimes bleed into the hurt, leaving behind a trail of emotional complexities that would forever alter their relationships.

Nick, overwhelmed by an instinctive need to care for Jan Di, didn't anticipate her reaction. As the warmth of the morning sun filtered through the window, he noticed her shiver and close her eyes, a delicate expression of vulnerability that ignited a flicker of uncertainty within him. Yet, buried beneath that uncertainty was an insatiable curiosity, drawing him closer like a moth to a flame. After a fleeting moment of hesitation, he leaned forward once again, nearly entranced by the way her fragility captured his attention, compelling him to bridge the distance between them amidst the chaos of their surroundings. As his tongue delicately traced the sensitive spot on her wrist, electrifying shivers coursed through her, each sensation heightening the tension in the room, turning their shared space into an intimate arena where the world outside ceased to exist.

Nick caught sight of her reaction—a blend of surprise and vulnerability brimming in her eyes—and an inexplicable connection formed in their midst, anchoring him to her deeper than he had ever anticipated. Wanting to see that captivating expression again, he continued to explore the delicate skin of her wrist, his touch becoming a rhythm that resonated within the very core of them both. With every languid sweep, he felt her heart race, and warmth surged through her entire being. Jan Di, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation, instinctively bit her lower lip, the fleeting taste of him manifesting into a silent plea as her trembling lips parted with a soft, involuntary gasp. Cautiously, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto Nick's unwavering expression, revealing a fusion of desire and concern that seemed to render the tumultuous world around them into an unrecognizable blur.

In that suspended moment in time, their hearts beat in synchrony, the heartbeat of a universe stretching into eternity as their eyes spoke volumes—an unspoken dialogue of yearning and trepidation conveyed in shared glances that hinted at deeper emotions waiting to surface. Nick's focus returned to the tender motions of his lips against her skin, their breaths mingling softly, creating a cocoon of vulnerability that wrapped around them, shielding them from the chaos outside.

Engrossed in the intricate dance of his mouth against her wrist, Jan Di found herself utterly entranced by the rhythm, swaying between the allure of his touch and the haunting depths of his deep blue, soulful eyes entrancing her with unspoken promises. Yet, as the intensity of his touch escalated, it threatened to spiral into overwhelming territory, prompting her to summon the courage to murmur, "I—I think it-it's enough…"

Sensing her hesitation as she began to pull away, Nick's grip tightened gently around her hand. He traced his tongue once more over the delicate skin of her wrist, feeling the pulse beneath it quicken, and slowly released her hand only to reach for his handkerchief, wrapping it around the delicate injury with care. His expression softened with genuine concern as he looked into her eyes, a deep worry etched across his features. "Are you feeling alright? Is there any pain? Would you like me to call a doctor to ensure everything is okay?" Each word was laced with heartfelt care, illustrating his transition from urgency to an atmosphere teeming with tenderness.

"I'm OK," Jan Di replied, deliberately avoiding his gaze and the curious stares of their friends, mortified by the very spectacle they had just witnessed in the bustling cafeteria. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to herself, especially under the weight of what had just transpired.


"Jan Di-ah, are you OK?" Ga Eul rushed over, concern evident in her eyes as she instinctively drew Jan Di away from Nick's side. Her worried glance flicked toward him, her protective instincts sparked. "How do you know him?"

"He is… is…" Jan Di stammered, her mind racing with the vivid memories of the night before—the wild night, the secrets shared in hushed tones, and the blinding intensity of waking up in Nick's arms that very morning.

Before she could find the right words to articulate her response, Nick playfully swept Jan Di into his arms, her protests echoing through the cafeteria. "Put me down!" she exclaimed, heat flooding her cheeks in a rush of embarrassment.

"If I put you down, I will have no choice but to reveal our little secret from last night," Nick whispered teasingly in her ear, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, making her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of crimson.

"You wouldn't dare," she retorted, her voice mingling indignation with an undertone of fear.

"Try me," he shot back with a lighthearted challenge, a glint of mischief in his eye, causing Jan Di to realize he was entirely serious. Reluctantly, she surrendered to his hold, her defiance wavering in the face of unexpected affection.

Turning to Alex, Nick commanded decisively, "Get her things and also bring the invitation cards for the party."

"VIP?" Alex raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone as he regarded Nick with playful disbelief.

"Do they look VIP to you?" Nick replied with a smirk, prompting an eye roll of annoyance from Jan Di that did little to diminish the fluttering in her chest.

As Alex walked over to tidy up Jan Di's bag and dispose of the ruined food, he announced to the F4, "Mr. De Alegre is inviting you all to his party at his villa this evening," his tone infused with excitement and drama. "After three years of searching for his grandmother, it turns out Ms. Jan Di was caring for her, which is why Mr. De Alegre is protecting her."

A collective gasp erupted from the F4, realization washing over them like a tidal wave. Jun Pyo's face lit up with a grin. "I knew she still has feelings for me," he boasted, unable to resist the urge to tease. "But it's only for Grandma Lydia," he added with a smirk, drawing laughter from the group, but the undercurrent of mysteries yet to unfold hung heavy in the air, setting the stage for the turmoil and emotions that lay ahead.

"Not for long, Jun Pyo," Ji Hoo interjected with conviction, his eyes steely as he stepped forward with newfound determination. "Like I told you in Macau, I won't hold back anymore." With that declaration, Ji Hoo walked off, ready to fight for his chance with Jan Di, setting the stage for an inevitable confrontation that would ripple through their lives.


After a long shower, Jan Di sat before the mirror as the stylist Nick had hired began moving around her like a mother hen. The stylist worked on her hair, straightening her short locks and adding playful curls at the edges before adorning it with a delicate hair accessory that sparkled enchanting prisms of light. "Ms. Go, get dressed and I will work on your makeup," the stylist instructed, her hands moving swiftly and expertly in a dance of creativity. Jan Di complied, slipping into the elegant dress Nick had meticulously chosen for her, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her as she prepared to face Ji Hoo once more.

The dress was truly a sight to behold, a striking fusion of sophistication and charm that seemed to come alive the moment she donned it. Its clever use of two complementary tones created a mesmerizing visual impact that was downright captivating. As Jan Di gazed at her reflection in the mirror, a radiant smile spread across her face, filling her with an intoxicating sense of empowerment and beauty. The bodice, a vibrant shade of crimson red, was impeccably tailored to embrace the contours of her body with an unmistakable grace. The sweetheart neckline exuded an aura of romance and refinement, effortlessly adding a touch of allure to the ensemble. The strapless design highlighted her shoulders and collarbones, making her feel both bold and elegant.

The luxurious fabric, whether silk or satin, possessed an ethereal quality, catching the light in a way that cast a soft, luminous glow on her décolletage. Below the bodice, the black skirt flowed in layers, creating a breathtaking sense of movement and theatrical flair as she turned slightly. Its asymmetrical hemline added an element of intrigue; the shorter front teasingly revealed a glimpse of her leg, while the back cascaded gracefully, enhancing her stature. Beneath the layers of black, a crimson underlayer flirtatiously peeked out, hinting at the underlying passion waiting to be unraveled.

The satiny texture of the skirt whispered promises of luxury, ensuring a captivating and elegant sway with every step she took. A black bow elegantly cinched her waist at the precise juncture where the bodice and skirt met, serving as a delicate yet striking accent that emphasized her hourglass silhouette. The playful and flirtatious tails of the bow dangled gently, inviting admiration and imbuing the attire with a whimsical charm that made her grin in delight.

Resting delicately around her neck was a silver necklace adorned with dainty gemstones that shimmered like far-off stars, displaying hues that ranged from light aquamarine to rich sapphire. At the center, a pendant—though somewhat obscured—beautifully enhanced her décolletage while captivating her with its subtle allure.

"Nick, was this necessary to get me this?" Jan Di complained, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "I feel like I'm going to a royal ball, not a casual dinner or party."

The stylists couldn't help but laugh at her playful protests. "Ms. Jan Di, Mr. Nick only cares for you. He wanted to make sure you felt special; after all, you are his benefactor. The reason we are all here tonight to celebrate is that he found his grandmother, who had been lost, and you've been taking such wonderful care of her."


As if on cue, Nick's grandmother glided into the room, dressed in a stunning gown that accentuated her grace and beauty, her presence radiant. "Dear," she said, standing behind Jan Di while she looked at her through the mirror, "You are looking beautiful."

Jan Di felt her cheeks warm at the unexpected compliment from Nick's grandmother, a soft blush creeping up her neck as she absorbed the warmth and acceptance that filled the air. "Thank you, Grandma Lydia."

"I should be the one thanking you for that. Because of you, I've formed a bond that led me to my grandson," Nick's grandmother replied, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "You are truly a blessing in our lives," she added, her voice filled with emotion that struck a chord deep within Jan Di.

Touched by the earnest appreciation and love radiating from Nick's grandmother, Jan Di realized the depth of their connection and the impact she had made on their family. "And well, I have to thank you for putting up with my broken English," she joked, her laughter light.

"Silly girl," Nick's grandmother said with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling. "You've taught me Korean, so it's only fair I help you with your English. We make a good team, don't we?" Jan Di nodded enthusiastically, feeling a heartwarming gratitude for the special bond they had formed, nurtured by love and understanding.

"Grandma Lydia," Jan Di said as she rose from her seat to face her. "Do you blame me for the life I gave you? I mean, I ignored the fact that you were wealthy and brought you into poverty. You put up with Madam Kang's taunts and even protected me an my brother by selling your jewelry so we could have something to eat…"

"How could I blame you when you chose me over your family, dear?" Grandma Lydia interjected gently, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. "You lost so much—yet you chose to care for me. For that…" She searched through a dainty wooden box and retrieved a beautiful gold ring, the small diamond catching the light just so. "I want you to have this. It's my engagement ring, given to me by Nick's grandfather… I hope you can bring my grandson joy and happiness."

"Grandma! Don't say that. I only—"

"Promise me," Grandma Lydia interrupted firmly, her eyes pleading with a mix of urgency and love. "Promise me you'll take this ring and bring happiness to my grandson."

Tears welled in Jan Di's eyes as she felt the weight of the moment—the hope, the love, the trust—and she nodded resolutely, understanding the depth of this promise. With a heart full of emotion, she replied, "I promise, Grandma Lydia. I'll cherish this and everything it represents and I will try to put up with his antics for you."

Grandma Lydia smiled through her tears, grateful for Jan Di's promise. "Thank you, my dear. I know you'll make him happy," she whispered before embracing her granddaughter tightly. Jan Di felt a sense of responsibility and determination to fulfill her grandmother's wish as she slipped the ring onto her finger. "Later, I will tell you about him and his behavior," her grandmother said with a knowing smile.


Upon entering the gate for the party, the illustrious F4 members and esteemed guests found themselves instantly captivated by the grandeur of the splendid villa that served as the venue for the evening's festivities. This architectural masterpiece stood proudly, showcasing its organic modern design with an enchanting fusion of classic elegance. The building emanated a timeless allure, harmoniously blending traditional elements with an undeniable air of sophistication.

The symmetrical front facade of the villa was a testament to classic design principles, exuding a sense of balance and grace that was both captivating and comforting. The predominantly pristine white color scheme enveloped the structure in an aura of purity and refined elegance, while the striking blue roofing provided a delightful contrast reminiscent of clear skies and the gentle caress of ocean waves. This color palette was not merely aesthetic; it fostered a serene atmosphere that encouraged relaxation and enjoyment among the arriving guests.

The entrance to the villa was nothing short of dramatic, featuring twin sweeping staircases that flanked the central walkway, embodying a sense of majestic opulence. Adorned with ornate railings that beckoned guests with a promise of grandeur, these grand steps led up to the main door, setting the stage for a truly memorable arrival. Each step seemed to whisper tales of elegance, inviting them to ascend into a world of charm and sophistication. At the heart of this entrance lay an intricate floral mosaic, crafted with shades of blue and white that formed a mesmerizing pattern. This stunning art piece, possibly made from delicate tiles or fine stonework, added a touch of artistry to the ground and hinted at the grandeur that awaited within, making every visitor feel as if they were stepping into a fairytale.

Manicured lawns gracefully extended on either side of the staircases, bordered by neatly trimmed hedges and small bushes that framed the building with a touch of refinement and luxury. The lush greenery was meticulously designed to enhance the villa's grandeur, providing a harmonious connection between the architecture and the natural beauty surrounding it. As dusk settled in, soft exterior lights illuminated the architectural features of the villa, casting a warm glow that contrasted beautifully with the twilight sky, creating an enchanting ambiance that welcomed guests with open arms, urging them to explore this captivating enclave.

The villa showcased multiple balconies on its upper levels, providing enchanting views of the surrounding landscape and allowing guests to immerse themselves in the beauty of the setting sun. These vantage points promised stolen moments of tranquility, where one could gaze out and appreciate nature's artwork. Additionally, large windows punctuated the facade, inviting natural light to flood the interior and illuminate the exquisite details within, ensuring that every corner of the villa was adorned with a touch of magnificence and charm. These windows served not just for aesthetics; they represented a bridge between the inside world and the beautiful landscape, reflecting the ideals of both transparency and openness.

Madam Kang looked around, clearly mesmerized by the exterior of the mansion that dwarfed even her own, yet her main purpose here remained clear: to meet potential business investors, as Nick had encouraged her in their earlier conversation. The villa's opulence was not just a backdrop; it was an opportunity she wasn't going to overlook.

"I wonder what the inside looks like," Ga Eul and Jae Kyung gushed, their eyes wide with admiration. "It's bigger than Jun Pyo's mansion." Yi Jeong overheard Ga Eul's remark and chuckled to himself, amused by how easily his friends were impressed by grandeur. He couldn't help but recall their many adventures, marked by laughter and camaraderie. As they approached the entrance, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and curiosity, feeling a sense of anticipation for what lay beyond those elegant doors—a world brimming with possibilities and intriguing connections. Each step brought them closer to an experience that promised to be as unforgettable as the villa itself.


Experiencing a unique sense of awe and admiration, Ji Hoo, unfazed by the onlookers, graciously stepped into the space to greet Jan Di, guided by the knowledge of her presence alongside Grandma Lydia. Within the elegant interior, his eyes were immediately captivated by the seamless integration of modern design elements with a touch of classic sophistication, creating an ambiance that exuded both charm and luxury. The room was abuzz with an air of excitement, poised to embrace a vibrant social gathering where guests would be enveloped in a festive and chic atmosphere. The soft hum of background music added a melodic layer to the setting, encouraging attendees to sway to the rhythm and immerse themselves in the joy of celebration. High above, a dazzling crystal chandelier hung like a celestial masterpiece, casting a warm and enchanting glow that danced across the reflective marble surfaces, creating mesmerizing shadows that ebbed and flowed with grace. The walls were adorned with white marble cladding and intricate veins of grey and silver intricately weaving patterns of sophistication, enveloping the room in an aura of timeless elegance. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the captivating cityscape unfolded like a captivating painting, with twinkling lights adorning the canvas of the night sky, promising an evening filled with endless possibilities and enchantment. At the bar area, sleek bar stools stood at attention, awaiting the laughter and chatter of guests, while the polished countertop awaited the clinking of glasses and the crafting of exquisite cocktails. Plush seating beckoned guests to sink into the embrace of the contemporary sofa, adorned in hues of blue and grey, creating an environment where conversations flowed freely and shared secrets found a safe haven. Overhead, starry lights sprinkled across the ceiling like celestial bodies, playfully winking and whispering promises of a night filled with celebration and joy.


Experiencing a unique sense of awe and admiration, Ji Hoo, unfazed by the onlookers, graciously stepped into the vibrant space to greet Jan Di, guided by the comforting knowledge of her presence alongside Grandma Lydia. As he crossed the threshold, the elegant interior enveloped him, and his eyes were immediately captivated by the seamless integration of modern design elements with classic sophistication. Everywhere he looked, there were splashes of color and texture that created an ambiance exuding both charm and luxury. It was a room abuzz with an air of excitement, poised to welcome a vibrant social gathering where guests would be enveloped in a festive and chic atmosphere.

The soft hum of background music intertwined with the lively chatter, adding a melodic layer to the setting that encouraged attendees to sway to the rhythm and lose themselves in the joy of the celebration. High above, a dazzling crystal chandelier dangled like a celestial masterpiece, casting a warm and enchanting glow that danced across the reflective marble surfaces. Overhead, mesmerizing shadows ebbed and flowed gracefully, contributing to the room's enchanting allure. The walls were adorned with white marble cladding and intricate veining of grey and silver weaving sophisticated patterns that enveloped the space in an aura of timeless elegance. Through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, the captivating cityscape unfolded like a mesmerizing painting, with twinkling lights twinkling against the canvas of the night sky, promising an evening brimming with endless possibilities and enchantment.

At the inviting bar area, sleek bar stools stood at attention, eagerly awaiting the lively laughter and animated chatter of guests. The polished countertop seemed to anticipate the clinking of glasses and the crafting of exquisite cocktails. Plush seating beckoned attendees to sink into the embrace of contemporary sofas adorned in soothing hues of blue and grey, creating a warm environment where conversations flowed freely and shared secrets found a welcoming haven. Overhead, starry lights sprinkled across the ceiling like celestial bodies, playfully winking and whispering promises of a night filled with celebration and joy.

As Ji Hoo was about to step further into this vibrant scene, the lights suddenly turned off, plunging the room into unexpected darkness, leaving the guests who had just walked in mesmerized by the mysterious atmosphere that hung in the air. Just then, a strong beam from a flashlight illuminated the center of the room, revealing Nick, clad in a striking white suit with a hint of red, standing confidently in front of a microphone, ready to kick off the event. His smooth voice sliced through the silence, captivating everyone present as he embodied the role of host in this magical ambiance he had created.

"A very good evening to each one of you, friends and family, and my business associates," Nick's voice echoed through the room, effortlessly drawing everyone's attention with its smooth, fluent English. "Thank you for joining us for this special occasion; it is of immense importance to me, and I am sincerely grateful for your presence."

The guests nodded, their expressions reflective of their admiration for Nick's charisma and charm as he continued to address them with grace and eloquence. "As mentioned, this event holds great significance for the De Alegre family as we celebrate the miraculous return of one of our beloved members, our grandmother, who we thought had been lost to us for three long years. Her return is a momentous occasion that fills our hearts with relief and joy, and we are overjoyed to have her back in our lives once more."

As his words hung in the air, the room erupted into a chorus of applause and cheerful cheers, infused with a shared sense of relief and happiness at the unexpected news. "So, allow me to introduce you to the woman who defied all odds, a beacon of resilience and strength. Please give a warm welcome to our cherished grandmother, who has shown us the true meaning of endurance and hope." The crowd stood in unison, clapping and cheering in a celebratory uproar, while an elegant older woman, accompanied by a young lady whose identity remained a mystery to most, made her way onto the stage.

Murmurs erupted among the guests; curiosity piqued as they anxiously awaited a glimpse of the young lady alongside Grandma Lydia, but Ji Hoo and Ga Eul instantly recognized her—it was Jan Di.

"Who is that?" Jun Pyo asked, his gaze fixated on the unfamiliar figure.

"That is Jan Di-ah," Ga Eul replied in a hurried whisper. "Have you forgotten about the elderly woman Jan Di has been caring for these past three years? She's practically a grandmother to her."

Jun Pyo's eyes widened in realization as he observed Jan Di gracefully making her way down the stairs, her radiant smile illuminating the room. "No wonder that man was so protective of her today. It turns out that Jan Di has been diligently caring for his grandmother."

"Does this call for an arranged marriage?" Woo Bin and Yi Jeong joked lightly, earning disapproving glares from both Ji Hoo and Jun Pyo.

"This isn't a joke, Oppa!" Ga Eul scolded, playfully smacking Woo Bin on the back of the head.

"We weren't joking," Yi Jeong chimed in, his voice playful and teasing, a knowing smirk dancing across his lips. "Imagine this—Jan Di takes a stranger into her world, opening not just her doors but her heart, and this stranger turns out to be none other than the celebrated Spanish billionaire. Picture it: she welcomed an elderly woman, showering her with kindness and generosity, showing the depth of her character with every considerate action. And now, as fate would have it, this kind-hearted gesture has led to the revelation that the woman has a grandson who just so happens to be our age. He's taken a profound protective interest in Jan Di, and that really makes you wonder if, now that he has uncovered the mystery of his grandmother's unexpected connection, a marriage proposal might be on the horizon as a way for him to repay her selfless kindness." Yi Jeong raised an eyebrow, his challenge lingering in the air like an enticing riddle, inviting his friends to unravel its possibilities. Their minds raced with the thrilling notion of love blossoming in the most unexpected circumstances, fate conspiring to intertwine their lives within the charm of this extraordinary gathering.

"You do have a point," Jae Kyung replied thoughtfully, intertwining her arm with Jun Pyo's as she leaned in closer, her intrigue palpable. "What do you think, Jun?"

Jun Pyo hesitated, the wheels of his thoughts grinding slowly as he downed the entire glass of champagne in one decisive gulp, as if trying to wash away the complications swirling in his mind. "I don't think she will agree to the marriage," he said, a hint of stubborn conviction lacing his words.

"How can you be so sure?" Jae Kyung pressed, genuine concern clouding her features as she searched his expression for insights he wasn't sharing.

"I just have a feeling," he replied, frustration bubbling to the surface as he pushed her away gently, but with a pointed intention, ache and confusion rippling beneath his bravado.

"Do you have feelings for Jan Di, then?" Jae Kyung's voice was soft but firm, piercing the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.

"That's none of your concern," he retorted sharply, turning away as if trying to escape the very topic that pressed so heavily on his heart.

"It is," Jae Kyung countered, a note of determination in her tone. "You are my fiancé, and your feelings matter to me." The air grew thick with unspoken truths, the kind that could unravel relationships or weave them even closer together, leaving both of them standing at the precipice of a revelation that could change everything.


Madam Kang, amidst the busy crowd of bystanders joyfully celebrating the unexpected reunion, found herself caught up in a tangled web of emotions as a vivid recollection flooded back. It was a recollection of a regrettable meeting at the bank, when she had ungraciously shouted bitter comments at an old woman, wrongly branding her as penniless and mocking her with the terrible aroma of deprivation. To her surprise and dismay, the same woman was suddenly standing in front of her, greeted by her wealthy family, who identified her as the long-lost grandmother of three affluent young men. As the ovation rang around her, Madam Kang struggled to create a courteous smile, despite the heavy load of regret that hung on her mind.

Her previous actions continued to weigh heavily on her, agonizing her as she prepared to face the powerful lady of the famous De Alegre family, whom she had hurt. The sharp contrast between her past apathy and her present social status aggravated her internal distress. Her concern got worse by the sudden presence of Geum Jan Di, whose unintentional participation had altered the De Alegre family dynamics. Madam Kang, who had previously attempted to remove Jan Di from her son's life, now faced the cruel irony of Jan Di's continued presence in their high society environment.

"Unbelievable," she whispered to herself, a mixture of disbelief and exasperation evident in her voice. "Why, out of all people, did she have to emerge as their benefactor? Geum Jan Di, a relentless force in my existence." Her frustration mounted, manifesting in the clenching of her fists as she felt ensnared by the intricate orchestration of events beyond her sphere of influence. The clash of her past misdeeds and the inescapable grip of their consequences only served to amplify Madam Kang's sense of entrapment within the unfolding drama of her life.


Present...

Ji Hoo moved with meticulous care, ensuring that Jan Di's daughters were unaware of his presence as they engaged in their online lessons, their voices wafting softly from the living room. With a sense of urgency, he clicked the key he had stealthily lifted from Jan Di's pockets, feeling a mix of trepidation and resolve. The moment he turned the key in the lock, a flood of emotions surged through him; he was stepping into a part of her life that had long remained shrouded in mystery. He shifted through the room, turning it upside down in his quest for answers, rifling through Jan Di's closet and suitcases with increasing intensity. When he finally unearthed something unexpected—a photo album—he felt his heart race. As he flipped through its pages, he stumbled upon images that challenged everything he thought he knew about her, sparking a whirlwind of questions and emotions within him.

"Ji Hoo, this is improper to go through Jan Di's belongings," came the concerned voice of Woo Bin, who stood by the door with an expression of mounting disapproval.

"I just want to know who her 'Husband' is, the father of Lily and Valentina," Ji Hoo replied, his eyes darting between his friends, desperate for their understanding.

"So what?" Woo Bin insisted, removing the photo album gently from Ji Hoo's grip. "Let's respect Jan Di's privacy and let her share her story when she's ready," he urged, his tone firm yet compassionate as he glanced at the keepsake album. Yi Jung nodded in agreement, echoing Woo Bin's sentiment as he returned the photo album to its resting place in Jan Di's closet. "We shouldn't jump to conclusions without knowing the full picture," he added, trying to defuse the tension that hung in the air.

Ji Hoo, however, shook his head, frustration etched on his face. "I can't help it. I just want to know if it's the same man—Nick from years ago. Remember him? Don't you want to know if it's him?" His voice was laced with urgency, the memories of the past colliding with the present, compelling him to seek the truth behind Jan Di's enigmatic life and the choices she had made. "Don't you want to know why she mysteriously left and why she was angry with Ga Eul? With Gu Jun Pyo?"