Chapter 1: The Break

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In a luxury villa in a wealthy area of Seoul, in a sunny study, a young man in his twenties is sitting on the sofa, his head hanging silently, but he keeps smoking a cigarette in his hand, as if such a rapid movement can soothe his heart.

And behind the desk in this study, there is a very majestic middle-aged man, who looks like a person who has been in a high position all the year round, full of momentum and powerful aura, but the middle-aged man's face is full of anger, especially when his eyes fall on the young man who has been smoking silently, there is a faint tendency to explode.

The clock was ticking, and the two of them were silent as if they were more patient than the other. The young man was smoking in silence, while the middle-aged man was watching him smoke, and the atmosphere was indescribably strange.

Fifteen minutes passed, half an hour passed, and an hour passed.

The whole study room can be described as a miasma, full of smoke, and even the sight is affected, and the young man, who is the initiator, after extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand, habitually wants to take the cigarette from the cigarette case again.

Unexpectedly, the cigarette case was already empty, so he glanced down at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, laughed silently, threw the cigarette case into the paper basket on the side, and then got up and came to the window and opened the window.

The smoke in the study was also impatiently rushing towards the window, and after a few minutes, the view inside the study became clear again.

Then the young man made it to the chair in front of the desk, met the sharp eyes of the middle-aged man, and said slowly: "Dad, can't you really compromise?" Why do you have to force me? ”

The young man's voice was a little hoarse and dry, and his deep voice was like Shura in the dark night, which made people feel very awkward and uncomfortable in their ears, and even had a chill. I don't know if the air conditioner came in from the window, or if my heart was cold.

"Zai Hao, you should know that I sent you to study abroad to study economics and management in order to come back to inherit the family business, but what about you, after you came back, what are you doing, you are the shame of our Cui family" Cui Zhengxi's voice became higher and higher as the topic unfolded, and later he slapped the table.

"Dad, is that how I define it in your heart" Cui Jae-ho's appearance was a little self-deprecating, the corners of his eyebrows were hurt, his eyes were painful, hiding a faint helplessness and deep loss.

Looking at Cui Jae-ho's appearance, Cui Zhengxi's heart also flashed a trace of regret and apology, and the previous words may have really been a little excessive. However, as the head of the Cui family group, Cui Zhengxi is also used to being strong, although he has some regrets in his heart, he will never say it.

Speaking of which, Choi Jae-ho, as the sole heir of the Choi family, has been very satisfied with Choi Jung-hee's performance since he was a child, but since he graduated and returned to China two years ago and became the president of a subsidiary under the group, it has become a little difficult for him to accept.

In the past two years, the father and son don't know how many similar conversations they have had, but each time they ended in a lose-lose and unhappy ending.

Today's conversation is the last conversation between father and son.

"Zai Hao, you are so good, and your family background can be ranked in the top three in China, but why do you like an artist who sings and laughs all day long, do you know, you are insulting our Cui family" Because of some remorse, although Cui Zhengxi's voice was a little soothing, the strength in his words still did not decrease.

"Dad, you're prejudiced, please don't use such a lowly word to describe an artist, okay? That's art, not what you call singing and laughing" Choi Jae-ho looked at Choi Jung-hee opposite him with some stubbornness, without a trace of compromise and concession in his eyes.

"Huh, art? Is it because of that stealth artist girlfriend of yours? Cui Zhengxi sneered, his words full of disdain.

"Dad, I won't bury love, and I won't let external factors interfere with my love, we really love each other, I hope you can understand me" At this moment, Choi Jae-ho looks so helpless, but he is full of persistence, which is a kind of attachment to the beautiful love of human beings.

"Love? Will there be love in that dirty entertainment industry? Will there be pure love in the chaotic entertainment industry? If I want to make a move, do you think your so-called stealth artist girlfriend can still mix in before entertainment, what do you use to ensure that the outside world does not interfere with your love" Cui Zhengxi's words were full of ridicule, but they were so sharp.

Cui Jae-ho was silent and did not continue to argue, he knew that with the strength of the Cui family, if he really wanted to make a move, he could really easily kick an artist out of the entertainment industry with a very embarrassed attitude.

"Also, your so-called love means that you have been paying, but that artist doesn't even dare to announce the relationship for the sake of his career? Is this what you call love? I see that you dig out your heart and lungs, and in the end it's all in vain" Cui Zhengxi looked at the silent Choi Jae-ho, and said sharply again, hoping to make Choi Jae-ho compromise.

Choi Jae-ho was still silent and didn't say a word.

After a while, Cui Zhengxi continued: "How about breaking up with the woman who sings and laughs, and I can promise you, as long as you agree to break up, then no matter what the female artist asks, I will double down on him."

"Dad, this is my business, I'll take care of it myself" After speaking, he also got up directly and walked in the direction of the door.

"Stop, what do you mean," Cui Zhengxi roared angrily.

"It's literal," Choi Jae-ho turned his back to Choi Jeong-hee and said lightly.

"Are you sure you're going to step out of this door? If I say, if you leave, I will deprive you of your heir rights, freeze all your sources of funds, and leave you with only the entertainment company that the group has just acquired that is about to go out of business, don't you like artists? Then you can run that company" Cui Zhengxi was really angry this time, so he also said the bottom line of his heart, and his cold words pierced Cui Jaehao's heart.

"Deprivation of heirs?" Choi Jae-ho turned around and glanced at the expressionless Choi Jung-hee in disbelief, and then continued: "Dad, I'll ask you one last time, can't you really compromise?" ”

"No, unless you break up with that female artist"

Cui Jae-ho was really completely dead this time, his eyes closed slightly, then he took a deep breath and said slowly: "Dad, I disappointed you, I will report to the entertainment company tomorrow"

"Get out, you get out of me, get out of now, never appear in front of me" Cui Zhengxi's anger that had been suppressed all night completely exploded, picked up the teacup on the desk, and smashed it directly on Cui Zaihao's forehead, while also roaring loudly.

The bloodstained teacup fell to the ground, and the fragments were scattered all over the ground.

The defenseless Choi Jae-ho was also smashed by the teacup with a walnut-sized wound, and the blood flowed out quietly, which soon covered his vision, and his head was even more groggy and bloody, which looked a little terrifying.

However, Cui Jae-ho didn't pay attention to these, but bent down, picked up the scattered teacup fragments one by one, threw them into the paper basket, and then bowed deeply to Cui Zhengxi, and slowly exited the study.

Cui Zhengxi watched Cui Jae-ho walk outside step by step, his lips also squirmed, and he wanted to say something, but until Choi Jae-ho left, he didn't say anything, and he sat on the chair weakly, and the previous strength and stubbornness dissipated all at once, looking a little depressed and desolate.

His forehead was still bleeding, and Choi Jae-ho, who was in a terrible mood, didn't have any intention of bandaging it, and after walking out of the villa, the cold air outside also made his originally somewhat drowsy head clear.

After exhaling deeply, he took out his phone and dialed the familiar number.

The mobile phone was connected, but it was not the person Cui Jaehao cared about, but her agent: "Cui Gongzi, she is inconvenient to answer the phone now, and she is performing now, can she call you back later?" ”

"On the show? Hehehe" Cui Zaihao laughed silently, he was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to the other party, but the other end of the phone said similar words again.

In the past two years, every time Choi Jae-ho called, nine and a half times out of ten, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "I know"

Immediately hung up the phone, and then smashed the phone to the ground as if venting, and the broken pieces were splashed everywhere.

"Ah....." After roaring loudly, Choi Jae-ho drove out of the villa frantically and disappeared into the cold night. Only the roar of the engine, shadows came out far in the night, echoing in the night sky.

I don't know when, in the open window of the study, a figure suddenly appeared, looked at the empty parking lot, sighed silently, and then closed the window heavily.

At this moment, Cui Zai is speeding aimlessly on the road, not knowing where to go, only knowing that he needs to vent now, venting the indescribable anger in his heart. There is anger at his father's incomprehension, and anger at his girlfriend who doesn't answer the phone for a long time, all kinds of anger are intertwined, and it almost burns his chest.

Therefore, he also stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the window rolled down, and the car was speeding like crazy.