Theatrical Regression Life - Chapter 427

Episode 427

In the political world, Lee Jae-heon is treated as the youngest child who has been pushed out of the right of succession or as an abandoned child. And first of all, being ‘treated’ means that Lee Jae-heon’s name is not completely gone. He was well-known enough to pop up in a small way when searched on the Internet. Only people who know will know.

Therefore, it is also known that he is single and has no children. No matter how much one was pushed out of the right of succession, it was common for a person to marry for family reasons or to seek succession, but cases like Lee Jae-heon’s not even competing at all were rare. He was the unmarried royal with a bad temper and no value.

‘If I go into any department store with Jang Seo-ah, I’ll be in big trouble.’

It is a world full of all kinds of noise. It wasn’t good for the unmarried Royal to be seen carrying around a kindergarten child. Even more so if anyone can see that they are not related by blood, and even more so if they have a scary face like Lee Jae-heon. You will be subjected to interference from Lee Jae-hyung again under the pretense of nagging.

After thinking about it for about 30 minutes, Jaeheon Lee quietly picked up his phone.

“…Student Song In-myeong.”

―…You’re calling me right now, right? That’s the number I was given, but I’m a little embarrassed.

“Why do you look even more ridiculous?”

-Anyone with common sense would not call a guy like me.

“It must be really exciting for a student to say that.”

Do you have common sense and make people do that?

“It’s nothing special…”

―When you say that, it’s nothing special. Can I be excited?

“…Is there a department store you can take Seo-ah to?”

-uh? ah. yes. aha.

As he is a guy with a bad mind, he quickly understood what Jaeheon Lee said.

Jang Seo-ah was brought in by Song In-myeong for his adoption experience, and Lee Jae-heon took in the child and is now protecting him. His words were protective, but in the eyes of others, he would just look like a crazy bastard who received a child as a gift from a crazy writer. Even if it was not the eyes of those who knew the situation, Lee Jae-heon, a royal, needed a place where he could shop comfortably.

So, in short, the question was whether there was a store that treated people in the industry professionally.

-There are…a few. You’re talking about an ordinary shopping mall, right? You probably don’t want to hold the artists’ solo exhibitions or something like that?

“Say that now.”

-Then maybe a department store would be better. If you’re taking a child, the atmosphere is rough, so it’s not good, and the only place that has products that even a royal like you would be satisfied with is a department store.

“…So is it there?”

―I heard that you live in an officetel near the headquarters in Oseong. that’s right?

“you’re right.”

―There must be one in Yeongsan-dong, right? It takes about 40 minutes by car to about an hour if there is traffic. Fortunately, that’s the only industry-linked store that’s close to you.

“If that’s the case…”

―I’ll send you a map.

A notification sound rang and a message sent by Song In-myeong appeared.

―When you attended the second gala, your name would have been on the list of attendees. They won’t exclude you unless there’s a reason. The list is delivered to these affiliated stores, and when customers arrive, they take care of it for them, so they can enjoy it comfortably.

“….”

―Don’t even think about looking around in the direction of the store where regular people go, go straight into the shopper room. I understand that if you go to the private parking lot, they will automatically take you from the lounge to your room.

“…I have never used this department store before…”

Lee Jae-heon frowned as he looked at the department store marked on the map.

Lee Jae-heon also stopped by from time to time because the VIP treatment was so good. However, I bought clothes at a custom shop that Lee Jae-hyung sometimes took me to, and enjoyed buying alcohol whenever I wanted, wherever I could. I didn’t go to the department store often enough to be selected as a VIP.

―Oh, is that why you don’t like it? I have to go there for 2 hours?

“That means I am not a VIP of this department store. “Even if the department store takes care of the customers whose names are on the list, there will be a position on the part of the department store. Shouldn’t they meet certain conditions according to their rules?”

―…What are you worried about? Aren’t you royal? If you really feel uncomfortable, just go ahead and pay about 300 million won. Don’t all department stores these days allow prepayment even if you don’t have to buy anything? If you do that much, I will just go into the room.

“Uh…”

―To begin with, being listed on the industry list means that you are a decent capitalist. No, if it’s known that this is a party, there’s no need to follow the department store’s rules, right? If you just tell me your name, you’ll know I’m going to bow down to you, but I’m really worried.

“….”

The small-minded self from my previous life suddenly popped out and was silent for a moment.

For your information, Lee Jae-heon in his previous life was an ordinary police officer. No, of course, he did a lot of things and received quite a bit of kickback to be called an ‘ordinary’, but he was not a royal or a capitalist, he was just a police officer. For a student the size of a rat to be told to pay 300 million won, life is truly something to live and see.

Oh, of course he died. Even though he died and came back to life…

―If it bothers you, can you call me in advance? Are you saying you’re going with Song In-myeong’s introduction?

“…I will take care of it.”

―It’s not something a bastard like me would say, but he really doesn’t seem like a royal. I started looking into it when I heard that Oseong was talking about it.

“I know too, so shut up.”

―Yes, have a nice shopping, customer~.

“Huh…”

Just as the phone was about to hang up, Song In-myeong let out an exclamation of “Ah.”

―…This wasn’t really intentional? But Seong Dae-young also stops by there sometimes. I understand you’re a VIP.

“Are you kidding me?”

-But I never stop by on Sundays. Don’t worry, you won’t have to see my face.

Song In-myeong continued speaking shamelessly.

-Anyway, isn’t what you’re worried about about running into a murderer while you’re with that little boy? Then I guarantee it. There’s really no way we’ll run into each other. Because that bastard stays in the studio on Sundays.

“…That’s really valuable information.”

―I told you in advance that I would look up the VIP list later and tell you that you would feel betrayed. got it? Did I tell you in advance? Just in case, I’ll tell you about other department stores. I will send you a map right away.

“This…”

The phone suddenly hung up.

“…You’re getting more cocky by the day.”

I sighed deeply.

‘I don’t think we’ll ever feel betrayed.’

I know that Song In-myeong is being so light-hearted on purpose. He probably treated Seo Jang-hwa and Vivian the same way. He approaches me with an obnoxious face that doesn’t show his hidden intentions, and at the same time he doesn’t cross the line, and sometimes he’s considerate…. It’s annoying and unlucky, but one day, I probably approached him in a way that made me feel like he was a really good friend.

One day, in order to catch Song In-myeong, ‘Lee Jae-heon’ had to be fooled as well. At first, he pretended to feel rejected, but eventually he admitted that the person he was most comfortable with was Song In-myeong. After being swayed and swayed a little, you have to become the person who kills Song In-myeong with difficulty.

‘So there may be a need to maintain a relationship, but…’

I just think of the little red child sometimes. Every part of my body was stained red with blood….

“….”

I remember Choi Min-hong lying on the rough grass in the other side of the world.

Minhong Choi’s hands are small, like those of a kindergartener. The head is small enough to fit in one hand, and the entire body is small enough to be held in the arms. The duck’s protruding mouth doesn’t seem to fit. While I think of the living Choi Min-hong, I also often think of the dead Choi Min-hong.

“…I was feeling too sentimental.”

There is no need to think deeply. All you had to know was that Song In-myeong was a crazy person who could bleed at any time. There is no reason to be buried in a past that has completely disappeared.

Lee Jae-heon gently stroked the head of Jang Seo-ah, who was sleeping with her head on his thigh.

“….”

“…Yeah….”

A muttering sound that did not even sound like a complaint was heard.

“…did you sleep well?”

“…yes.”

“Shall I sleep better?”

“Ugh.”

“Then do you want to get up?”

“huh.”

The child, still sleepy and frowning, sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“…Hmm.”

Round and small face.

My eyes are still half-closed for some reason. I use my fingers to rub away any sleepiness that wasn’t completely removed by the kindergartener’s clumsy cat wash. The child meekly closed his eyes despite the touch of others. I carefully stroked the soft cheek and gently pulled it away.

“huh.”

The child’s cheek slapped against the fallen hand. Rubbing like a cat.

“….”

“…Are you sleepy too?”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“Then it must be difficult.”

“why?”

“Your face…?”

“This is what my face originally looked like.”

“It’s not.”

“okay?”

“I don’t think so…”

I removed my hand from the cheek of the muttering child and gently cupped his head. The child stopped talking and was obediently dragged into Lee Jae-heon’s arms. Lee Jae-heon quickly brushed away the tangled hair of the child sitting on Lee Jae-heon’s lap and opened his mouth.

“Maybe I’m sleepy.”

“Then you should sleep.”

“I can’t sleep yet, so I’m just sleepy.”

“why? “Can’t I sleep?”

“That’s right.”

I wanted to sleep a little longer.

“I guess the world loves you so much.”

Why am I still playing a role that doesn’t work? When will this shit end?

Why am I like this when I’m not even the main character?

“Are you crying?”

“Do you feel like you’re crying?”

“little.”

“It’s because I’m sleepy.”

“is it…?”

“That’s it.”

I constantly brushed down my hair, which had become weak from repeated dyeing. Her hair tied up tightly was cute, but it was just as cute when it was spread out without any decorations. It was fun to stroke the hair, which fluttered profusely like a squirrel’s tail. I carefully smoothed the hair that ended at my shoulders.

The child who was sitting blankly asked again.

“…Uncle, do I have a sister?”

“…I don’t know about that. “Did Seo-ah have an older sister?”

“I don’t have it, but you might have it.”

“aha.”

Jang Seo-ah knew her role well.

For a limited period of time, the child becomes someone’s family as an adopted child. Among them, there may have been someone who ‘adopted’ Jang Seo-ah because he was not satisfied with the situation even though he already had a child. If that happens, the child will suddenly have siblings. I guess that’s what it means.

But, well, Jaeheon Lee had no children.

“You’re not even married.”

“…no?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“really?”

“….”

Lee Jae-heon’s hand, which was stroking the child’s head, stopped.

“…did I do something wrong?”

“…no.”

I moved my hand again at the sound of a young voice that was very anxious without making any effort to show it.

“It was my fault.”

There was a child. About one or three people.

The first thing I held in my arms were my twin sisters. Fortunately, I took after my mother. I couldn’t be happier when I made eye contact with the kindest eyes in the world. Her jet-black hair was silky and disheveled when she swept it from above, and when she woke up, she was so charged with static electricity that she sometimes smiled.

The youngest was a boy. This time, he didn’t look like me, but seemed to resemble his parents. The sharp raised eyes made it look more like a cat than a snake. He was uncharacteristically quiet and thoughtful of a child. Unlike his two older sisters who were mischievous, he was a model student who looked like he was drawing a picture.

My wife worried about that sometimes. It was probably because the child was not like a child.

And….

“Did you do something wrong?”

“…I think so.”

He killed his wife in front of those children.

“Maybe so.”

It wasn’t until much later when the manager came out of my body that I realized that it was wrong. There was no child left to stay with the husband who killed his wife. The children, who hated that their father was a terrible villain who did not know what was wrong even after killing his family, left. It was rather fortunate.

But then you should have been happy. You should have been fine, guys. Why are you unhappy?

“….”

But now I have forgotten even your last face…

“…don’t cry.”

“…So…”

I raised my hand and touched the corners of my eyes.

Oh, thank goodness.

“You shouldn’t cry, right?”

I wasn’t crying.

I don’t remember my children’s names.

* * *

“―Fuck, this is so frustrating. What the fuck do you even remember then, you bastard!!”

The viper pounded on the wall inside the mirror.

No matter how much Mana tried to punish that bastard manager, it was still frustrating. That indecisive bastard, huh? I can’t even remember the names of my princess and prince.

Why is life like this? There was a mirror near the shoe cabinet, so I took a quick look at it and saw that it was sitting there trembling in disgust. What crime is it that the little boy who is being held by such a bastard has to look at such ugly things? If I could, I wanted to jump out and hit him in the back right now. No, why do something you will regret later? Is it menopause? Menopause? So you’re doing that?

“Ahhhh…! Argh! Fuck you! It’s so fucking frustrating! Ahhh baby, please help me!! Babyaaaa!!”

Either you accept the memory quickly or it disappears quickly.

The poisonous snake groaned in pain for a long time as the dark history unfolded in real time.

* * *

Do you have any right to be in trouble in the first place?

(Continued in the next part)