Chapter 73

Inside the apartment in Seocho District, Jin Yunho stood there. Zheng Daqin, who had just been helped to sit down by Jin Yunho, stood up again: "Oh, look at my memory, I always forget things."

Zheng Daqin pulled out a black plastic bag from under the table, the kind used for shopping at the market, and handed it to Jin Yunho: "Take a look, see if this shirt fits. I bought it at the big market this afternoon. I thought it looked good, so I bought it, thinking that our Yunho would look very handsome in it. Try it on and let Mom see."

"Mom, the money from selling the script is for you and Yunxi to improve your lives. Why do you buy me clothes as soon as you have money?"

Although he was objecting, Jin Yunho still put on the new white shirt. It really fit him well, accentuating his tall and athletic build.

Seeing Jin Yunho's handsome and extraordinary appearance, Zheng Daqin was extremely happy, as if she didn't care about money at all: "Our Yunho is capable, he can even work part-time as a writer. The first script sold for 20 million won. Oh, I'm so happy."

The payment for the script Jin Yunho sold to Luo Hongzhen had already been transferred. Jin Yunho didn't keep a single cent, giving it all to Zheng Daqin, partly to pay off the family's loan and partly to improve the lives of Zheng Daqin and Jin Yunxi.

However, after receiving the money, Zheng Daqin didn't think of spending a single cent on herself or Jin Yunxi. Instead, she specially went to a high-end store to buy Jin Yunho a shirt. She was afraid Jin Yunho would refuse, so she tore off the tag, making it a done deal, and removed any thoughts of returning the shirt. She also pretended to buy clothes for Jin Yunho as usual, putting the shirt in a black plastic bag.

Not only did she care for Jin Yunho, but she also considered his feelings.

As a mother, Zheng Daqin was absolutely excellent.

But how could Jin Yunho, with his sharp eyes, not see through Zheng Daqin's little 'trick'?

In the past, when he objected and insisted on returning high-end items, it was because he didn't want Zheng Daqin to work so hard and didn't want his sister Jin Yunxi to be sad because of Zheng Daqin's favoritism.

But this time, he deliberately pretended not to know and accepted his mother's gesture.

"The shirt fits well, thank you, Mom." At the same time, Jin Yunho took out his salary card from his wallet and handed it to Zheng Daqin: "Mom, this is my salary card. There's 54 million won in it, compensation from the prosecutor's office for my injury. It's not useful to me, so you take it and pay off the 50 million won loan. Don't worry about the loan anymore and live a debt-free, comfortable life."

"Oh, oh! 54 million won? So much?" Zheng Daqin's hands trembled as she took the bank card, surprised.

"Yes, I was injured on duty, and the prosecutor's office has a high compensation standard." Jin Yunho reached out and held Zheng Daqin's trembling hand, speaking firmly.

"It's hard for our Yunho. If your father hadn't died so early, you wouldn't have to work so hard, and you wouldn't have to risk your life to pay off these debts." Zheng Daqin suddenly felt sad, wiping away her tears and choking with sobs.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Jin Yunho wiped away Zheng Daqin's tears and comforted her: "This is the job of a prosecutor. I'll be more careful in the future. Besides, being a prosecutor is my own choice, and I don't regret it."

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After talking for a while, Zheng Daqin proposed to leave.

"It's so late, I'm worried about your sister being alone at home. I'll go back first and come another day to help you clean up."

"Yes, I'll see you off. Don't take the bus, take the subway, it's faster," Jin Yunho said.

Zheng Daqin would definitely not agree to spend thousands of won on a taxi, so Jin Yunho compromised and took her to the subway station.

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After seeing Zheng Daqin off, Jin Yunho returned to the apartment and looked at the newly cleaned room, feeling overwhelmed.

Zheng Daqin had to get up early every day to run the noodle shop, working hard all day and resting only at night. Despite her tired body, she still came to clean for him and bought him clothes with care.

This heavy maternal love made Jin Yunho feel suffocated.

He was a person with a strong sense of responsibility. As the only male in the family, he had always tried to shoulder the family's burden, making life easier and more comfortable for Zheng Daqin and Jin Yunxi.

When he was young, Jin Yunho had considered going into business to improve the family's economic situation.

However, he was too unfamiliar with Korea, and his foresight from his previous life didn't provide much help in this area.

If he went into business, he would have to invest most of his energy. But if he did that, he wouldn't have time to prepare for the judicial exam and become a prosecutor.

He had a reason to become a prosecutor, not just for the high salary and social status, and not just because it was a job he liked. There was a deeper, more important reason buried in his heart.

Therefore, he 'allowed' the family to remain poor for over a decade until he became a prosecutor, gradually changing the situation.

He felt he owed his mother and sister, so he hid his arrogance and coldness from his previous life, becoming more amiable to avoid worrying Zheng Daqin.

He began to be more cautious and considerate.

He wanted to act low-key and steadily advance to a high position as a prosecutor to avoid bringing any more unexpected harm to this suffering family.

But things didn't go as planned. One thing after another forced him to be high-profile, forced him to the limit, and forced him to change his original plan.

When he was unknown and no one paid attention, he could easily join a faction for protection and develop low-key. But now, standing in the spotlight with opposing forces, he had to be more cautious in choosing a faction.

He didn't want to bear the stigma of being a traitor.

"Mother, please forgive me this one time."

Jin Yunho's confused and struggling eyes gradually became clear.

His expression changed, and the usual gentle and approachable look disappeared.

Instead, a mysterious sneer appeared on his lips, and his eyes were cold and deep. His tall and lean body exuded a rebellious and wild aura.

He no longer suppressed his original personality.

He walked firmly to the bookshelf, opened a wooden box, and took out something.

An old-fashioned silver oil lighter.

"Click"

He flicked his thumb, and the lighter lid popped open with a crisp sound.

Since you want a fight, let's do it!

Now, because of my family's concerns, I am cautious and weak, and I won't be your match. But the me of the past...

Come on, let's fight.

"Snap"

Jin Yunho firmly closed the lighter lid.

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