To Chuncheon

At Chuncheon, in one of the spartan hotels, room no. 12, Sun-Hwa came out of the restroom in the bathrobe that the hotel provided. Her feet stopped once she reached near the writing table, and she picked up her phone once she glimpsed the notification bar floating on the screen.

A smile was born right away on her tiresome face, and her thumping finger slid to the side of the notification, which informed her that she got an internship job at Wittie Architecture Company as an information collection worker.

She dialled the unsaved number. "Thank you; I'll send you back the money in six months." She said. It was more like an apology.

On the other end, it was a fair-skinned young woman who had praised Sun-Hwa at the coffee shop along with other young women. 

"It's okay. You don't need to pay back. By the way, are you far from Seoul? Why did you leave on the flight?" with a suspicious ringed aroma, she asked.

"Nothing, I don't want to be caught by one person. He is a little dump to search with his brain." Sun-Hwa dozingly expounded.

Sun-Hwa purposely took a flight to south Hamgyeong and then travelled to Chuncheon so that the man she badly wanted to escape from couldn't get substantiation that she had ended up near Chuncheon even though the transport she chose was Fly.

"I know who you mean..." Her friend trailed off. It provoked Sun-Hwa's interest.

"What? What do you know?" Sun-Hwa gave a puzzled expression.

"Your ex-husband, Isn't he the one who desperately wants to find you? He even proposed in front of the media today that he wants his ex-wife back and called off his second marriage."

Sun-Hwa knitted her brows and instantly ruled her face to infuriate. Despite that, while keeping a genial dozing timbre, she said, "Okay, bye," and hung up the phone.

"Ooo.. she must be angry at her husband. I shouldn't have mentioned him. This crazy mouth!" Her friend tapped her mouth in regret at her spilled words and put down the phone.

"Is he stupid or something else?!!! Why is he doing this all of a sudden?!!" She scowled, muttering under her breath. In the blink of an eye, she shrieked with her face facing the ceiling.

"Why?!!!!"

"Why?!!!"

"Why on earth is he deciding to have me?!!!!"

She then straightened her outraged face back, panting viciously.

At his office, Dae-Hyeon, his manager, Dong-Han, and some team members were engaged in preparing important things for a business trip where they needed to gather information about the current state of every industry condition.

At Su-Won's office, he entered the office with the wedding party dress and ordered the manager, who was just following back him without lessening his foot speed, which was competing with Su-Won.

"He must be trying to find her by now. Before him, I should find her. Search all over the place for Sun-Hwa and keep an eye on my brother."

"Sir, Your brother has just received an information letter about their business trip. It was not just a trip; they needed to gather information about all the industry states. He can't search for Mr. Yun Sun-Hwa. That is a plus for us. Don't worry, we can find her before him." That man interrupted Su-Won's anxiety, which was the reason for his ruffled face, and replaced it with self-reliance.

Su-Won's lips curled into a noble smirk.

Four hours later...

Soon after the clock ticked 2:00 p.m. in Dae-Hyeon's office, everyone packed up their things and rushed out, along with the CEO, Dae-Hyeon, who was hurrying out first.

At the airport, everyone ran fast to the ticket compartment while the other people were calmly walking inside.

Is he leaving for a business trip? Then how can he pursue Sun-Hwa?

No, he isn't leaving for the trip.

These were all well-planned hurry, just to make his brother fool to lack his search for Sun-Hwa. In that way only, Dae-Hyeon's brother, Su-Won, wouldn't rush himself to find her since his opponent was absent from competing with him.

As expected, Su-Won was already trapped inside the web. And the dumped person, Sun-Hwa mentioned, also blazoned that it was Su-Won, not Dae-Hyeon.

The next day, in the morning, when the fresh sun crawled over the bright sky to indicate the time was 8:00 AM and when Sun-Hwa was about to take a turn to leave the narrow street for work, Dae-Hyeon's car arrived in front of the Spartan Hotel.

The disgruntled look on his face and deeply narrowed eyes, which were staring at the poor hotel, failed to spot Sun-Hwa, who turned at the turning point of the narrow, distant road.

*Thud*

Dae-Hyeon climbed the luggage bag down out of the car dicky. A sigh escaped through pursed lips as he shook off his head in a dissatisfying, appraised glance.

He then headed inside.

"Are you, Mr. Hye Jin?" He asked the lonely receptionist.

"No, sir, he is a little busy inside." The receptionist peeked at his luggage and judged his polite dressing sense before asking, "Are you here to stay?" His brows went up excitedly.

Dae-Hyeon nodded as his Irish rolled to the place where the receptionist pointed it out earlier, and he mumbled himself, "But, I need-"

The receptionist came out of the reception area, grabbed his hand quickly, put the key over his palm, and folded it forcefully. "Here is the key, sir; let's see inside first... Come on," he pulled him towards the upstairs.

Dae-Hyeon put a brake on his feet and pulled back his hand empathetically. "No, no," he shook his head in disagreement, perplexingly looking back at the same place for Hye Jin's arrival.

In a tick, he glimpsed a 40-year-old man coming out of that room. Dae-Hyeon shook off his hand and hurried to the person leaving luggage for the receptionist.

"Oh, Mr. Jang Dae-Hyeon." That man bowed respectfully and came running to shake his hand in order to welcome him. The receptionist's face wrinkled with bewilderment.

"Welcome, sir, I have already got everything you need ready.Here is the key." He pulled out the key to room no. 12 and handed it to him as Dae-Hyeon bowed back politely and thanked him.

"Uncle, that is the room where the beautiful woman is staying; why are you giving that to this rich buffet man?" The receptionist boy questioned him and reached out to snatch the key.

Quickly, Dae-Hyeon striked back his hand and gave a scowling glance before walking off from them with luggage.

As the receptionist boy frowns at Dae-Hyeon, his uncle pays back with a heavy slap, which turns him abruptly.

"Why?!!" He yelled and was impolite.

"Do you even have an idea who gave us 20 billion dollars just to know the whereabouts of that beautiful woman?" His uncle asked, keeping his voice lower. That boy's frown went deeper to learn about the person.

"That's him, Mr. Jang Dae-Hyeon." His uncle revealed it in a whisper.

"Uncle, Since when did you become like this? That sister is so nice; how can you sell her identity to someone like this rich brat? What if he did anything to her by using his wealth and power? Poor sister can't do anything against him."

While that boy whined for Sun-Hwa, giving a mournful and furrowing mixed face, he received another slap on the shoulder without delay.

His face remoulded with instant regret.

"Watch your mouth! Do you think your uncle will do anything for money?" His uncle snapped, still not daring to raise his whisper voice. "He is her husband; they are in a quarrel."

"Ohhh..." Only then did that boy nod like he understood, but without delay, he broke Dae-Hyeon's personality by criticising, "Rich brats like him need to beg like this. If not, they will climb on their heads and start to rule them."

His uncle shook his head like he couldn't emendate his 20-year-old nephew when that boy headed back to the receptionist seat.