Welcome Home, Mirae (2)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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The day threatened to end. The egg-yellow sun that was witnessing their celebration in the backyard soon announced its leave in the orange heaven.

Drinks and meals laid out on the tables; Young Mirae never imagined that this homecoming would be remarkably astounding. The people with beers in their hands were cheering as they welcomed her once again — only this time they were not sober.

Young Mirae sat along with the elders on a different table as the chaotic crew. No matter how much she wanted to move tables and leave the suffocating awkwardness from the elders, she could not do so. 

Better to say, she had no permission to leave: her grandfather was keeping an eye on her so that she would not leave the table. He was watching her because he knew more than anyone that Young Mirae despised the elders to death.

"How was your trip, Young Miss?" asked one of the elders, making her raise a brow and shoot him with daggers.

Clothed in traditional hanbok, he was distinctive apart from the ones covered in their black suits. The wrinkles and folds of his skin seemed like his saggy balls to Young Mirae.

"Excuse me, Elder Kwok, the 'trip', you say?" she scowled. 

How could this old man claim as though her struggle for four years was a mere goody journey?

Kwok Hwa disregarded her rude tone. He shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Young Miss, I saw that you came home with those mountains of brand-new whatsoever which Bo Kyung brought into your room. I guess your education abroad wasn't so bad after all."

Young Mirae breathed a sharp sigh in disbelief. She could barely surpass to release a sardonic chuckle. 

What was this old guy spitting? Tsk, there was nothing wrong with bringing along souvenirs! 

He should know foremost that he and his old fellas plotted to freeze her bank accounts, which left Young Mirae to look for decent jobs elsewhere to maintain her bills.

She worked part-time at various fast-food chains and restaurants in the morning and became a cleaner for a hotel during the night.

How could a young miss of a mafia family operate as a janitress? Washing and changing the other person's bedsheets; scrubbing and polishing every corner of the comfort rooms to make them look clean and shiny; it was an absolute humiliation!

Young Mirae's hands turned into fists. 

She had always envisioned bursting out in anger in front of these elders. She wanted to voice out the hellish life she underwent when they threw her to a foreign land without knowing how to speak a word or two.

Yet now that she was here to meet everyone who controlled her life, the villains, why couldn't she do what she pictured in her head? 

She felt whacked.

Keeping it quiet for a moment while surveying the tension lurking at the table, Young Mirae broke the silence and excused herself. "I'm tired, grand-gran. I am going back to my bedroom."

Young Mirae did not wait for her grandfather's response and stood from her seat. She could not care less if she seemed rude to the elders. All she thought of was to escape from these scoundrels and sagged dickheads.

'It's fine. I'll throw them all out once I became the Boss in a few hours,' she comforted herself. Young Mirae walked intending to reach her bedroom, ignoring the bows she was receiving from the crewmates she passed.

A long sleep would help her recover from the distressing night. 

Not to mention, there would be a mass of people who would arrive by tomorrow: the underboss who took a vacation and the other area-group leaders. They all should be able to come by day. And instead of showing a disquieting appearance to them, she needed to take her beauty rest.

"Young Miss," stated the familiar voice that caused her to snap from her thoughts.

"Uncle?" Her voice sounded delighted the moment it left her lips. The sudden appearance of the man in front of her startled Young Mirae.

There, she saw him standing beside the staircase with a cane as his support, amazed at how he remained the same person she thought he would be. Excluding the cane in the picture.

"Oh my goodness. Uncle Jae, is that you?" 

After his nod, Young Mirae couldn't help but squeal. She advanced near his position when she confirmed it was really the adviser of her grandfather, the man she called uncle.

"Young Miss, how were ya abroad?" asked her uncle, Young Jae.

"Oh, uncle. It was extremely bad! I don't wanna live in someplace where I can't speak their language. At first I only understood Korean, and no one speaks Korean in Singapore! It was traumatic!

"I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you—"

Young Mirae interrupted him when speaking. She launched herself to hug the man. 

"Don't say that uncle. You're the only one who visits me almost every month and asks me about my condition. Although you can't really give me money or any help since it was part of the elders' orders, you guided me. I missed you, uncle."

"...I missed ya too, brat," Young Jae muttered behind her ear while he gently wrapped his arms around her. "Where are ya heading, Young Miss? The party is yet to end."

When she heard Young Jae ask this, she stepped back from hugging him and responded, "I'm going to sleep. I think I've drunk too much beer."

"Hey, don't lie. You're just running away from those bastards, aren't ya? I saw ya shaking in anger while clumsily sitting there."

Young Mirae giggled as she watched Young Jae raise a brow. "You're still as accurate as ever, uncle. And yeah, sorry I lied. I only drank a little."

Seeing her clumsy grin, Young Jae simply said, "Go to your room and take a long rest. The maids have previously cleaned it."

Presenting him with another yet clear smile this time, Young Mirae replied, "Good night, uncle."

And a short loving wish from Young Jae immediately followed her warm greetings: "Have a sweet dream, Young Miss."