Episode 4.11
“Ah, that…….”
Han Seo-ri was speechless, unable to believe that a woman was
kneeling in front of her.
She had only held out a card, and it was amazing how it had changed the way people looked at her and Mrs. wool with a mixture of disdain and disregard.
People who used to pass by and laugh at her outfit now gave her a cautious glance, saying, “What, she must be very rich,” or “Were they from a great family?
Han Seo-ri didn’t know what she was feeling for the first time.
The world called it a sense of superiority, but the heroine doesn’t know what it was. She had to know.
“Isn’t this a joke?”
“Hey, take a picture.”
Startled by the sound of the camera’s shutter, the employee could only get up after Han Seo-ri told him it was okay and that she forgave him.
Her face was red with shame and tears were washing down her face.
People’s camera shutters clicked louder.
The man with the black hat and mask covering his face, who had been the first to capture the scene, transmitted the video and photos somewhere and disappeared into the roaring crowd.
“I was okay, weren’t I, Mom?”
“Uh, yeah. We are fine.”
“No. We had done you a huge disservice, and rightfully so. As a way of apologizing, I was going to take her under my wing for the day.”
The man, who introduced himself as Mr. Lee Jae-seok, took Han seori and her foster mother around the department store, claiming to be the shopping manager.
Han seori and her adoptive mother, who had never been treated in such an extravagant manner before, were both embarrassed and delighted.
They didn’t see the kneeling employee stagger to her feet and run out the door.
“Welcome, ma’am. If there was anything you were looking for, I’ll show it to you.”
“Hello, I am manager Oh Jung-ah, please have a comfortable
shopping experience.”
“Hello, customer, if there was anything you were looking for, I’ll bring it to you, please sit over here and wait.”
All the department store employees stopped what they were doing and rushed out to greet Han Seori and Yang Mo as soon as they passed by, bending at the waist at 90 degrees.
The envious gazes of the passersby were fixed on the mother and daughter.
Their shoulders stretched out majestically, feeling a little smug.
With a wave of her hand, she brought out a bunch of luxury items that they hadn’t seen before and showed them, explaining them in detail.
No matter how much she swiped the card, it never exceeded the limit.
With each swipe, the eyes of the department store employees widened, and they looked at her with a mixture of envy and jealousy.
Curious about the card’s identity, Han Seo-ri called out to Lee Jae-Seok, who was picking out woolen bags with her.
“Mr. Lee. How much is the limit on this card?”
“Didn’t you know, The Premium Black Card has no limit?”
“No limit?”
“Yes, it was a card that only the top 0.5 percent of people in South Korea can use. You can go to any department store and get VIP treatment.”
Han Seo-ri stared at the card that Cha Ye-ryun casually placed in her hand.
She must have been used to this kind of life.
She’d been treated so well that she’d been dragged around, and she’d quickly become humble. That was why her personality was so unassuming.
She had the same blood as me, and she took it all for herself.
If you had everything, why did you sabotage everything I want? All I wanted was to be happy with Mr. Ye Bin.
Han Seo-ri divided her shopping into two taxis. The large furniture and accessories were shipped directly to the mansion.
Without saying it, Han Seo-ri said that Lee Jae-seok sent an excellent interior expert with her.
She thanked him for his kindness and promised to come back again. She added that she would also visit her foster mother, who was covered from head to toe in luxury goods.
When they arrived at the adoptive parents’ house, the whole neighborhood had heard the rumor and gathered in front of Han seori’s house.
“Hey, what’s all this?” they asked.
“Oh my God, she was the daughter of a chaebol! She was a beggar!”
“Hey, wasn’t that a luxury bag? How many of those did she buy? Even a small one costs hundreds.”
“The chaebol’s daughter must have bought it for them. I envy you, I envy you!”
As the neighbors gossiped, Han Seo-ri’s foster mother’s shoulders rose higher than the sky. She kissed Han Seo-ri’s cheeks, saying that she was enjoying such a favor because she had raised her daughter well.
Seeing her mother’s joy, Han Seo-ri smiled brightly with pride.
Mr. Kim, who lived next door and often went back and forth, saw her and exclaimed.
“You are a filial daughter, a good filial daughter!”
“That’s right!”
Hearing the cheers of envy and jealousy from the neighbors, Han Seo-ri was addicted to this sweet drug.
The power and superiority that money brings.
She dipped one foot, then another foot, into the fondant that was hard to get out of.
* * *
“Anything else special?”
“Nothing, I was going back to the mansion to rest now.”
“Good, did you do what I told you to do?”
“I had already spread the word around the company, and for that matter, I’ve posted a picture I took today on the company’s anonymous bulletin board. Maybe we’ll get a few responses.”
