Chapter 1

In 2013, on the last day of the year, at night, it was raining. The streetlights elongated the raindrops, and at this moment, a pure white Aston Martin One-77 parked at the exit of Incheon Airport caught the attention of countless people. This car, limited to 77 units worldwide, was worth nearly 10 billion Korean won and was known as a mobile luxury villa.

"Who is so awesome to buy this car?"

"Lower your voice. Whoever bought it, you can't afford to offend them. If you accidentally scratch the paint, congratulations, you can become the owner's slave because you can't afford to pay for it in this lifetime."

"Hey~~! Didn't you see the people standing guard by the car? They all look like fierce demons. Let's stay far away. They don't look like good people at all."

As everyone was watching the 'mobile villa' from about five to six meters away, a group of men in black suits came out of the airport, isolating the distance from the airport entrance to the luxury car. They all looked very intimidating, and each one had a walkie-talkie on their ear.

"It's safe, the young master can come out."

After the leader said this into his walkie-talkie, he scanned the surroundings with his eagle-like sharp eyes.

At the same time, the automatic doors of the airport opened, and a young man in a neatly tailored suit walked out. He loosened his tie and the top button of his shirt, tugged at the tie around his neck, and then unbuttoned his suit jacket.

"Hey, someone, give me a cigarette."

A middle-aged man immediately stepped forward, "Young master, you don't smoke, right? It's cold outside, wear your coat." As the middle-aged man was about to put a windbreaker on the young master, the young master waved his hand and coldly interrupted, "Don't touch me. Give me a cigarette. Can't you understand me? I'm speaking Korean, right?"

Immediately, a man with a walkie-talkie came forward, took out a pack of red Marlboro and a Zippo lighter, and bowed to present them with both hands.

The young man took a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and the lighter sparked, igniting the cigarette. He took a deep puff, letting the pungent tobacco fill his chest and lungs before exhaling the remaining smoke.

The blue smoke mixed with the cold air was exhaled, and perhaps this young man had slightly calmed down. He turned his head to look at the Korean text inside the airport and smiled?

The smile was complex, and no one knew what it meant.

As he turned, the airport lights shone on his face, allowing many people to see the young master's appearance. His sharp features exuded a manly toughness, and his bright eyes, combined with his furrowed brows, gave off a sense of severity and pressure. Perhaps this was the aura of someone who had long been in a high position.

Standing about 180 cm tall, his well-proportioned figure was accentuated by the suit, and his short black hair, along with the charming dimples that appeared under the lights, made it hard to tell if he was more of a devil or an angel.

The combination of his ruggedness and charm was confusing, making it hard to determine if his masculine aura or his pretty boy charm was more prominent. In short, he was both handsome and beautiful.

When he didn't smile, he was handsome; when he smiled, he was beautiful. If Song Joong-ki's beauty was considered beautiful, this man's smile was even more beautiful. If Song Seung-hyun's handsomeness was considered handsome, this man's non-smiling face was even more handsome.

His appearance was a contradiction.

This young master stood outside the airport, deeply inhaling and smoking two more puffs. He flicked the cigarette butt away, put the cigarette and lighter in his pocket, and without looking at the people around him, he extended his hand, "Car keys."

"Young master, please go home early. The company..." The middle-aged man handed over the keys to the supercar while muttering.

Before he could finish, the young man took the keys and walked straight to the car. The middle-aged man immediately opened an umbrella and followed, shielding him from the drizzle.

The streetlights stretched their shadows very long, very long...

The young master got into the driver's seat, started the car, and the tail lights of the supercar lit up. Then came a powerful engine roar, and the car sped away.

The security personnel who had isolated the airport quickly gathered by the roadside, followed by three Bentleys and three minivans. They quickly got into their cars and chased after the supercar.

As this scene disappeared, the time that had been 'paused' at the airport resumed. "Who is that young master? He has such a big presence. I've never heard of such a wealthy person in our country."

"Wow, that young master is so handsome. If I married him, I'd probably live a life of luxury."

"Handsome and rich, a perfect man, ten out of ten!"

As everyone was discussing the scene they had just witnessed, a minivan pulled up to the entrance, and six beautiful women got out. "Oppa, why was the airport restricted just now?"

"How should I know? It seems some big shot came to Korea. Didn't you see all the security mobilized?"

"A big shot? So serious? Could it be a national leader? Yes, it's possible. The airport seemed to be under martial law just now."

As they were talking, they heard someone calling, "Tara, it's Tara, Ji-yeon, So-yeon, hello!!"

After a man called out, another voice suddenly chimed in, "Hey, stop drooling. Why should they care? They just became famous and learned to exclude others?"

Tara and the others pretended not to hear and lowered their heads, getting into the minivan and leaving the airport.

...

On a cold night in Seoul, the streets were very empty. It was very cold, and it was raining, so everyone preferred to stay at home and enjoy the warmth of the floor heating rather than go out into the bone-chilling wind.

However, the emptier the streets, the more likely it was to attract some people to go out for dates, such as celebrities, who often chose to meet in sparsely populated areas (out of town) or in the middle of the night in their cars.

At this moment, a Hyundai SUV came out of a residential area's underground garage. A man and a woman were in the car, and the woman asked the man, "Oppa, have you bought the movie tickets?"

"Of course, for 1:30 AM. By the way, Yoon-a, did you tell your family about us today?"

"I did. I told them I'm dating Lee Seung-gi. My father thinks you're not bad. Otherwise, he wouldn't have allowed me to go out at this time."

Lee Seung-gi smiled sweetly, glanced at Yoon-a with affection, and then focused on driving the car.

The man and woman in the car were Lee Seung-gi and Girls' Generation's Yoon-a, who had just started dating.

However, when Lee Seung-gi came to pick up Yoon-a, he was already spotted by a reporter. They were so engrossed in their affection that they didn't realize they were being photographed.

As celebrities, both of them had very busy schedules, and their opportunities to meet were limited. Especially since Yoon-a was currently filming the drama "Prime Minister and I," making their meetings even rarer.

Moreover, as the face of Girls' Generation and the king of variety shows, Lee Seung-gi, both had very high popularity. Even though they were dating, they could only have a secret relationship and couldn't go public.

As Lee Seung-gi and Yoon-a's car was driving through a crossroads, they heard the roar of an engine coming closer. Lee Seung-gi looked around to see where the roaring vehicle was and whether it was speeding.

At this moment, a pure white sports car sped past from their right. Lee Seung-gi, seeing the long nose and the bright headlights, pouted. He immediately turned on his turn signal, preparing to drive alongside the sports car.

However, the sports car did not slow down or acknowledge his turn signal and drove straight ahead. By the time Lee Seung-gi realized something was wrong, the front of his car had already 'kissed' the side of the sports car.

At the crossroads, he had hit the other car, and he was at fault.

Screeeech~~~ A sharp braking sound echoed as the sports car stopped about five to six meters in front of Lee Seung-gi's SUV. The two cars were now stopped in the middle of the road.

After the sports car stopped, the young master inside took out a cigarette, lit it, and said in fluent Chinese, "I'm really unlucky. I encounter weird things whether I'm flying or driving. What's going on now? Last year, I bought a watch."

As the young master was complaining and smoking, the driver's side door of the SUV opened, and a man wearing a hat and a mask walked over and knocked on the sports car's window.

"Sorry, I didn't notice. Can I leave my number for you? You can take it to the shop first, and I'll pay for the repairs."

The window of the sports car lowered, and the young master, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the man in the hat and mask. "Who are you? Do we know each other? Let's wait for the police to handle it."

"Can we settle this privately? I'll pay for the repairs. Or I can buy you a new car?"

"You? Buy me a new car? Can you afford it? If I were you, I'd check the model of my car online first. Don't act tough in front of me. Look, this car, remember the model." The young master took out his phone and enlarged the text on the screen.

"Aston Martin One-77, limited to 77 units worldwide. Including all taxes, the total value is 91.5 billion Korean won. It's known as a mobile luxury villa, and there's only one in Korea."

When Lee Seung-gi saw the model and value displayed on the young master's iPhone 5S, he broke out in a cold sweat.