Truly, it was a thought. A decision the old bastard would have made easily, once the cons were weighed against the pros. It was like Ryu could hear his father’s voice in his head, could see him there, looking out the window as he spoke. Marry her, merge the companies, grow E&C, divorce her later if you have to, the old man will die soon enough and what better than a son in law with an empire for an heir? Ryu wouldn’t even put it past his father to welcome the idea of leaving her to die a cold and lonely death. He could see the old man there, turning slowly with the slight tip of his head, silver hair settled upon his head, a grin that barely moved his features agreeing to. Let her die. But the words would never leave his lips.
That made him laugh again, ignoring the ramblings coming through his phone. Yooyoung could wait. The image persisted. The old man turned, chuckling with his son, creating one of those rare times their schemes ran parallel, their joint twisted humor showing up their genetic link. The platinum pen again welcomed his hand, curvature of the ‘R’ in his name affixing to page after page, while the old bastard turned again toward the window.
“He makes such a fine argument sometimes”, Ryu began while skimming the ninth page of the deal he had to sign. The second clause of the page in his hand brought up some issues, pen striking them from the list and shoving the rest of the document to the side. Q stood and walked over to where he was, taking the document and looking over the section. The next moment, she returned to her seat, phone at her ear, Mandarin flowing from her native lips.
The pen was put down, traded for the glass of Brandy before him. The old man was still there, silently looking over the dark sky. Glancing to the phone, he remembered Yooyoung and continued, “But as much as you don’t want to owned by me, you are not worth the trouble and you know it. Your father’s company doesn’t supplement all you lack to be a suitable bride.” The words came off his lips easily, his tone calmed. Some of the irritation that dealing with her brought had subsided.
The old man turned and Ryu could remember the collection of faces he had been presented with. All young beautiful women from proper families and wealth. Yooyoung was in the first section, for her father’s consent was already given. The old bastard was for the marriage, stating her age, young enough to give him many children and, her father’s adoration and age, opportunity for expansion by force or blessing. If he had lived, Ryu was certain he would have pushed for it. Never once was her own desire mentioned. She was just a means of transferring property, and a vessel to carry his heirs. It was the same for any woman with her face printed in that book. Still, any of those women were a better choice than an i d o l. That fact went unchanged even as memories brought in apparitions.
The all knowing look rested upon the old man’s face as he dissolved back within Ryu’s mind. That look that judged and found Ryu wanting, fixed deep and real, stayed even as the image vanished. He wasn’t exactly what he wanted in a son, and marrying Yooyoung wouldn’t have changed that.
Q returned to his side, presenting her phone to him for Ryu to see who was on the other end. He took the phone to his ear, greeting the man in the tongue both he and her shared. They discussed changes to the clause and agreed, Ryu handing the phone back once it was complete. Yooyoung’s voice came past the Mandarin around him, making him sigh, “No”, he answered. “ Walk back to Seoul. It will give you a nice amount of time to think.”
He emptied his glass then motioned to one of Q’s little birds, pointing to the phone, then to his empty glass. The gesture said two things, find out where the brat was, and refill this glass.
“You’re so annoying,” Was all she bothered to mumble at the moment, her focus on the view from outside of her car window instead of whatever he was bothering to say. It looked like she had no choice but to do as he said anyway, which was annoying considering her shoes weren’t exactly the wisest choice for a hike all the way home. They were heels, the kind that clicked with each step against granite to make everybody around you pay attention to their overpriced existence. Sure she was spoiled, that was an understatement, but she was capable of working to get what she wants.
Though, she wasn’t a fan of ever being told ‘no’.
Still, Yuyeong opened the door to the car with the phone still placed against her ear. As she stepped out she made sure to take her purse and close the car door loud enough so he could hear it. Maybe if he heard it, he would give in and give up on trying to teach her a lesson that he knew very well she would never be eager to learn. However, that moment didn’t come and instead she found herself groaning again while her feet began to carry her forward.
The slender fingers of her free hand would raise to button up the front of her jacket, her line of sight focused straight ahead to be met with the side of trees and lacking civilization. “Has anybody ever told you that you’re kind of an asshole?” Her tone was less cynical and more curious, it was an art she had mastered from having to speak to her father (who so often reminded her of Ryu), learn to give an attitude while sounding polite. Though she knew very well that Ryu was no idiot and would know what she was doing and or implying, but she couldn’t seem to care less. She only attempted to press his buttons further, a coy smile spreading on her lips, “One of this days Q Unnie might turn around and ring your neck, be careful.”
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