\\LISA\\

As the evening sun cast its warm glow over me, I returned home after a long day at university. The moment I rang the doorbell, anticipation fluttered in my chest.

As the door swung open, there stood my mother, her gentle smile instantly melting away the day's weariness. We embraced, a familiar warmth enveloping us both, and I could feel the love radiating from her.

"What happened, my princess?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and concern.

"I came first; it was our result day, and I topped the university, Mom. I'm sorry, I'm just so happy," I confessed, a mixture of excitement and relief flooding through me.

Her smile widened, mirroring my joy. "That's wonderful, my love. I'm so proud of you," she replied, her voice laced with affection and pride.

Entering our cozy home, we settled onto the couch, the air buzzing with shared happiness. Handing her my results, I watched as she delicately examined them, her expression shifting from anticipation to pure pride. Tears of joy glistened in her eyes as she looked up at me, her unwavering support filling me with gratitude.

At that moment, as we celebrated my achievement together, I knew that her love and encouragement were the true reasons behind my success.

With a tender gaze, my mother spoke, her words laced with warmth and pride: "Your dad will be happy; you make us proud, my girl. And I am so happy."

Returning her gaze, I echoed her sentiments, my heart swelling with gratitude: "Mom, I am also happy, and I can't wait to share it with Dad."

Her smile widened at my words, her love shining brightly as she replied, "Now go and get fresh. I'll prepare something for you."

Nodding eagerly, my stomach rumbling with hunger, I agreed, "Yes, Mom, I am so hungry. Also, I wanted to ask if you have a Thai traditional dress because tomorrow is the competition, and I have participated in the dance. I'm going to perform our cultural dance."

As excitement bubbled within me, the prospect of showcasing our heritage filled me with anticipation.

My mother's eyes gleamed with delight at my request, her hands already bustling with preparations as she replied, "Of course, my dear. I have your grandmother's traditional Thai dress tucked away safely. It's waiting for you to adorn it once again and honor our heritage."

Gratitude swelled within me as I hugged her tightly, overwhelmed by her unwavering support. "Thank you, Mom. It means the world to me," I whispered, feeling a surge of pride at the thought of wearing such a cherished piece of our family history.

With a gentle pat on my back, she ushered me towards the bathroom, her voice filled with love. "Go on now, freshen up. I'll have a delicious meal waiting for you when you're done."

As I made my way to get ready, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air, mingled with the comforting warmth of home and family. And with my mother's unwavering support, I knew I was ready to embrace every moment of it.

As I entered my room, I carefully placed my bag and belongings in their designated spots. Walking over to my small closet, I reached for a comfortable dress, intending to unwind after the long day.

However, my peaceful moment was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone, and I saw it was a call from Mingyu.

Heart racing, I answered, greeted by his familiar voice, "Lisa, how are you, love?"

My cheeks flushed with warmth as I replied, "I'm fine."

Mingyu's tone turned serious as he continued, "Lisa, my stepdad and mom want to meet you. I'm sending you a driver. Please come. Please don't deny it. I've tried hard to make them understand, but my stepdad finally agreed to meet you."

Shock rippled through me at his words, the weight of the situation settling in. This was a significant step in our relationship, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anticipation at the prospect of meeting his family.

With a heavy heart, I pressed my lips together, contemplating Mingyu's request. "How can I, Mingyu? You know, I'm not allowed to go outside at this time. My mom won't allow me," I murmured, the weight of my predicament settling in.

Mingyu's voice pleaded with urgency: "Lisa, please, you promised me. Just come. I promise you'll come back quickly. Please, it's for our love."

Sighing deeply, I relented, my resolve wavering under his heartfelt plea. "Okay, I'll try. I'll make my mother understand. Don't worry, just give me some time and send the driver," I conceded, hoping I could navigate this delicate situation without causing too much tension at home.

"Thank you," Mingyu breathed out in relief. "I'm sending the driver now. Please come fast."

As I hung up the phone, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me, uncertainty mingling with determination.

I knew I had to find a way to make this meeting happen, for the sake of our relationship and the love we shared.

After placing my mobile gently on the bed, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, I remained steadfast in my values and traditions. I preferred simplicity over extravagance, a trait instilled in me by my upbringing.

Rummaging through my closet once more, I opted for something more modest and traditional. Unlike many girls of my generation, I didn't care for makeup or flashy attire.

My mother had raised me to embrace our cultural heritage, and I took pride in staying true to those values.

Choosing a knee-length frock, one of my favorite pieces for its elegance and simplicity, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me.

I preferred longer dresses and pants with shirts, eschewing the trend of mini skirts and short dresses favored by others. It was a reflection of who I was, grounded in tradition yet embracing modernity on my own terms.

In a world filled with constant change and fleeting trends, I found solace in staying true to myself and the values passed down through generations.

Walking into my simple bathroom, I shed my previous dress and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower. The cascading water washed away the stresses of the day, leaving me refreshed and renewed.

After a few moments, I turned off the shower, grabbed a fluffy towel, and gently dried myself off, relishing in the comforting softness.

Wrapping another towel around my hair, I made my way back to my bedroom, intent on preparing myself for the evening ahead.

Sitting at my vanity, I glanced into the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with determination. While I typically preferred a natural look, I knew the importance of making a good impression, especially considering Mingyu's parents belonged to a wealthy family.

I have heard about his stepfather; he is the most powerful man in Korea, and he holds the economic majority, Mrs. Rena is very strict with the principal. but I know I have to do it for my love.

With a steady hand, I began to dry my hair, coaxing it into a sleek and polished style. Then, I carefully applied a touch of makeup, opting for a subtle enhancement to my features.

A light dusting of powder, a hint of blush, and a swipe of mascara were all I needed to feel confident and poised for the occasion. As I finished my preparations, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement in my stomach.

Meeting Mingyu's parents was a significant step, and I wanted to present myself in the best possible light. With a final glance in the mirror, I smoothed down my attire and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever the evening had in store.

As I gathered my purse and cell phone, preparing to leave, I noticed my mother in the kitchen, settling dishes onto the table. Her gaze met mine as she inquired, "Lisa, are you going somewhere, love?"

Nodding, I approached her, bracing myself for her reaction. "Mom, Mingyu called me. He spoke to his parents, and they wanted to meet me. Please, allow me to go. He's sending the driver," I explained, hoping she would understand the importance of this meeting.

My mother's expression darkened with concern and frustration. "Lisa, what is this? Tell him to send his parents for your hand. Why is he doing this?" She exclaimed, her voice tinged with anger.

Meeting her gaze with sincerity, I pleaded, "Mom, please. Maybe they just want to see me. Please, Mom."

I knew it was a delicate situation, one that required careful negotiation and understanding. While I respected my mother's concerns, I also felt compelled to follow my heart and pursue this opportunity to meet Mingyu's parents.

My mother's frustration seemed to soften slightly as she regarded me, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and resignation. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to place a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Lisa, I understand your eagerness, but it's not the way things are done," she said gently, her tone softened with motherly affection. "You deserve respect and proper consideration, especially in matters as important as this."

I nodded, acknowledging her words while still hoping for her understanding. "I know, Mom, but Mingyu insists it's important," I replied, trying to convey the significance of the situation.

With a sigh, my mother relented, her maternal instincts prevailing. "Alright, Lisa. If it means that much to you, go ahead. But remember, you deserve to be treated with dignity and respect," she said, her voice filled with maternal wisdom.

Gratitude flooded through me as I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Mom. I'll be careful, I promise, and please also, Dad, make me understand. I know he will. Please tell Dad about this," I assured her, feeling a sense of relief that she had granted me permission to go.

With my mother's words of encouragement echoing in my mind, I nodded in agreement. "I'll come back fast, Mom, I promise," I reassured her before heading out the door.

Hurrying to meet the waiting driver, I couldn't shake off the feeling of gratitude for my mother's understanding and support. As the driver opened the back door for me, I settled in, anticipation and nervousness swirling within me.

The drive to Mingyu's mansion was filled with anticipation and apprehension. I had never been to such a grand estate before, and as we approached, my eyes widened at the sight of the sprawling mansion surrounded by lush gardens. Guards stood at attention, and a stream of people made their way inside, adding to my nerves.

As the driver pulled up to the entrance, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Winning Mingyu's parents' hearts was crucial, and I was determined to make a good impression. With resolve in my heart, I stepped out of the car, ready to face whatever challenges awaited me.

As I reached the grand entrance, Mingyu appeared, his reassuring presence immediately calming my nerves.

His hand gently enveloped mine, sending a rush of warmth through me as I blushed under his gaze. "Don't worry, I'm here with you. My parents are waiting inside. Come," he said softly, his voice a comforting melody amidst my anxiety.

I told him, "Mingyu, I'm so nervous. What if they don't like me? I'm scared."

Mingyu gave me an encouraging smile, his eyes locking onto mine. "Lisa, you have to do this. Impress my stepfather, and he'll handle everything. If he agrees with us being together, it'll be much easier. Mom won't be able to come between us."

I nodded, feeling a knot of anxiety twist in my stomach. "You're right," I said, trying to summon confidence. "I need to tell Mr. Kim everything and win his heart for the sake of our relationship."

But as I said the words, a sense of unease crept in. Something about the situation felt off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change in ways I couldn't predict.

My heart raced as I realized the delicate line I was about to walk, hoping Mr. Kim would see the sincerity in my intentions.

With a nod, I followed Mingyu into the opulent mansion, my eyes widening in awe at the sight of luxury surrounding me.

The marble floors gleamed under soft lighting, and ornate furnishings adorned every corner, creating an atmosphere of elegance and grandeur.

As we approached the figure seated in the center of the room, dressed in a striking red dress, I realized it must be Mingyu's mother.

Her poised demeanor exuded sophistication, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the thought of impressing her.

Beside her stood a man, presumably Mr. Kim, Mingyu's stepfather. His youthful appearance belied his age, and I found myself momentarily captivated by his striking features.

His sharp jawline and piercing eyes held a magnetic allure, causing a flutter of unexpected feelings to stir within me. I quickly shook off the thought, chiding myself for such distractions at such a crucial moment.

As our eyes briefly met, I felt a strange sensation, as if an invisible connection had formed between us. Confused by my own reaction, I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on the task at hand: winning over Mingyu's parents and securing their approval.

As Mingyu led me toward his parents, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. His introduction as "my girlfriend" sent a surge of warmth through me, despite Mrs. Rena's glaring disapproval.

"Hello, Dad, Mom, meet Lisa, my girlfriend," Mingyu announced, his voice filled with pride and determination.

As Mrs. Rena's gaze bore into me with silent fury, I felt a knot form in my stomach. However, Mr. Kim's deep voice broke through the tension, his tone surprisingly genial.

"Hello, Lisa. Myself, Taehyung Kim. Maybe you would have known me," he said, his words carrying a sense of familiarity.

Summoning all my courage, I smiled politely and performed the traditional Thai greeting, bowing slightly while joining my hands together in a respectful gesture. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. I am Lisa Mnaoban," I replied, my voice steady despite the nerves coursing through me.

As Mr. Kim chuckled warmly, I felt a pang of relief wash over me. But my relief was short-lived as he unexpectedly extended his hand towards me.

Caught off guard, I glanced at Mingyu for reassurance, receiving a nod of encouragement.

Gathering my composure, I tentatively accepted Mr. Kim's handshake. However, the moment his hand touched mine, a wave of discomfort washed over me.

Despite my unease, I maintained a polite facade as Mr. Kim's next words caught me off guard.

"You are Thai," he remarked, his observation catching me off guard.

With a nod, I confirmed, "Yes, Uncle," my voice betraying a hint of uncertainty amidst the polite facade. The encounter left me feeling unsettled, but I remained determined to navigate the situation with grace and poise.

His eyes widened, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face when I called him uncle. I realized I might have crossed a line; perhaps he wasn't expecting such familiarity from me.

His expression shifted as if he were processing how to respond to the unexpected title.

Despite his age, he was undeniably handsome, with a commanding presence that made him stand out in any room. In his forties, he possessed a confident aura that exuded a timeless appeal.

Yet, something about the moment felt fragile, as if my choice of words had created a new layer of complexity between us.

I hope I won't mess up. I know I am nervous, but I need to win his parent's hearts, especially his stepfather's, for approval.

I hope they will consider our relationship and agree with us, but I know my shy behavior will make things complicated, which I don't want.

\\TAEHYUNG\\

As the evening descended, we found ourselves gathered in the main hall, awaiting Mingyu's girlfriend. Mingyu had stepped outside to welcome her, leaving Rena and me alone. I noticed Rena's disapproving glances and the contemptuous twist of her lips.

"I don't know what that girl did to my boy, making him act like a puppy for her," Rena remarked with disdain, her tone dripping with disdain.

I couldn't help but scoff at her comment. "Behave like a dignified woman," I retorted sharply. "Let's see what she brings. Frankly, I question why I even married you. If your father hadn't begged mine, knowing the undignified woman you are, I wouldn't have married you."

Rena's expression shifted from annoyance to disbelief, her eyes flashing with anger. The tension in the room was palpable as we waited for Mingyu's return, unsure of what drama his girlfriend's arrival would bring.

As Rena attempted to grasp my hand, sensing my simmering rage, she uttered softly, "Oh dear, I don't want to make you angry."

Suddenly, our attention was drawn towards Mingyu and his girlfriend. Yet, in that moment, an inexplicable sensation enveloped me.

It was as if I were spellbound, my gaze fixated on Lisa, who bore an uncanny resemblance to a delicate porcelain doll.

She was the enchanting beauty who had miraculously transformed my playboy stepson into a devoted lover.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "she's so captivating." Despite the fact that she was my stepson's girlfriend, I couldn't deny the allure she exuded.

In a fleeting, forbidden thought, I entertained the idea of indulging in my primal desires with her, if only circumstances were different.

Suppressing the surge of lust that threatened to overwhelm me, I nodded curtly, struggling to maintain a facade of control amidst the turbulent whirlwind of emotions swirling within.

She is so cute. If she weren't my stepson's girlfriend, I would have enjoyed her without feeling conflicted. I nodded to control my impulses.

"Hello, Dad, Mom, meet Lisa, my girlfriend," Mingyu announced, his voice brimming with pride and determination.

Despite the tension, I decided to break the ice with a genial tone. "Hello, Lisa. Myself, Taehyung Kim. Maybe you would have known me," I said, trying to ease the atmosphere with familiarity.

Summoning courage, Lisa smiled politely and performed the traditional Thai greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. I am Lisa Manoban," she replied, her voice surprisingly steady.

As I chuckled warmly, I noticed Lisa's relief. But as I extended my hand towards her, catching her off guard, she looked to Mingyu for reassurance, receiving a nod of encouragement.

Gathering my composure, I extended my hand for a handshake, observing Lisa's tentative acceptance. Yet, as our hands met, I sensed her discomfort—a subtle shift in her demeanor.

"You are Thai," I remarked, noting the surprise in her expression.

With a nod, she confirmed, "Yes, Uncle," her voice tinged with uncertainty. The unexpected revelation left me intrigued, yet I maintained my genial demeanor.

Despite the brief moment of unease, I remained focused on fostering a welcoming atmosphere for Lisa. Her hands are exquisitely beautiful and soft; I yearn to press my lips against them, but I must restrain myself.

She exudes an aura of old-fashioned charm and tradition, causing me to marvel at her. "Come, my dear, let us dine together," I say, my gaze filled with desire as I watch her.

She nods nervously in response to my invitation, unaware of the intense longing in my eyes.

As we make our way to the dining table, Lisa gracefully glides into the seat beside Mingyu, and I find myself positioned next to Rena.

The ambiance is punctuated by the clinking of silverware and the hushed whispers of servants as they serve us dinner. My gaze, however, is fixated on Lisa, her every movement stirring a dark longing within me.

As the butler presents the first course, my mind swirls with twisted thoughts of lust, envisioning scenarios that would never see the light of day.

I can't help but imagine the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin, and the forbidden thrill of indulging in carnal desires.

Despite her demure appearance and old-fashioned charm, there's an undeniable allure about Lisa that transcends time and societal norms.

I struggle to reconcile my primal urges with the facade of civility that envelopes us. Deep down, I know that she is not what she seems, yet the temptation to succumb to her charms grows stronger with each passing moment.

As I gaze at Lisa, I inquire, "So, Lisa, tell me about yourself, dear." Her throat tightens visibly as she swallows hard before responding, her voice trembling with nervousness.

"Uncle, I'm originally from Thailand, but we moved to Korea after I received a scholarship for my studies. My father works as an assistant manager in a factory, and my mother is a housewife. I'm their only child."

A chuckle escapes my lips as I sense her innocence and her willingness to divulge her background so openly. She's like an open book, and I find myself drawn to her sincerity.

Despite the urge to indulge my desires, I remind myself of the bigger picture. I can't let my impulses control me; I must restrain the monster within.

I know that I have a purpose for her and a role to play in my intricate web of manipulation. She may unwittingly become a pawn in my game to thwart my rival's ambitions and prevent his daughter from becoming my daughter-in-law.

I need to control my lust for her; I have to hold it, or else the game will be over. It's not like I didn't f-ck a woman like this age; I f-cked mostly sl-ts; they are good.

I wrestle with the tumult of desire for her, knowing I must suppress it, lest the delicate balance of our game shatter irreparably.

It's not unfamiliar territory; I've indulged in the company of women her age before, drawn to their allure. Yet, uncertainty gnaws at me.

Has Mingyu claimed her, as I fear? I doubt he's experienced her in the same way—the way she looks at me, her gaze laden with secrets.

I don't think Mingyu had s-x with her; I bet she is a virgin. I wish I could ask if she is, but why would I when I don't need her?

"How old are you, dear?" I inquire, the words escaping my lips with a weight I struggle to conceal.

Her response comes softly, accompanied by a gaze that pierces through me. "I am 20 years old, uncle."

In that moment, the air crackles with tension, laden with unspoken truths and forbidden desires.

With a venomous glare, Rena fixed her eyes on Lisa, her words dripping with disdain. "So you expect us to welcome you with open arms?"

I recoiled at Rena's hostility, interjecting hastily. "Don't start this now, Don't interrupt me" I urged, my tone pleading for restraint.

Rena acquiesced with a curt nod, but Mingyu's voice cut through the tense silence. "Dad, Lisa helped me in class today. Thanks to her, I managed to secure the 9th position. I forgot to mention she tutored me."

The room hummed with palpable tension, emotions swirling beneath the surface as the weight of Mingyu's revelation hung heavy in the air.

As Mingyu's words hung in the air, a palpable shift occurred in the room. Rena's expression hardened slightly, her features betraying a hint of begrudging acknowledgment.

Lisa, though still met with hostility from Rena, exuded a quiet resolve, her gaze unwavering as she stood her ground.

I struggled to find the right words to diffuse the tension, grappling with the complex dynamics unfolding before me.

Sensing the need to address the situation delicately, I took a deep breath, attempting to navigate the tumultuous emotions swirling around us.

"L-Lisa," I began, my voice wavering slightly, "thank you for your help with Mingyu. It's clear your assistance made a difference."

Rena's gaze softened imperceptibly, a flicker of recognition flashing in her eyes before she averted her gaze.

Lisa nervously smiled, her eyes betraying a hint of apprehension as she addressed me. "Thank you, uncle. There's no need to worry. Mingyu has shown improvement, and that's what matters most to me."

I leaned in, my gaze fixed on Lisa, and asked with a hint of anticipation, "What is your grade, Lisa?" Her hands trembled slightly as she met my eyes, a mixture of nerves and pride dancing in her gaze. "I topped at the university," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

nerdy and innocent like an infant needed to be shaped into a woman. Stop yourself, Taehyung; she is not your target.

A surge of satisfaction washed over me as I couldn't help but smile, a predatory gleam in my eyes. "Well, you deserve a reward, good girl. Congratulation!" I praised, my words dripping with false sweetness, masking the darkness lurking beneath.

Her response was hesitant, almost cautious. "Thank you, uncle. It's all the blessing of my parents," she murmured, her innocence radiating from every pore. It was almost too perfect, too tempting.

As I watched her, an insidious desire stirred within me, a twisted longing to shatter that innocence and corrupt her purity until there was nothing left but darkness.

Such an innocent doll she was, and I couldn't resist the urge to taint her, to revel in the destruction of something so pure.

I offered a reassuring nod, acknowledging her words. "Well, tomorrow is your competition, isn't it?"

Mingyu affirmed with a nod, adding, "Yes, Dad. And tomorrow marks our last day at university before the holiday break."

A smile crept across my face as I took pride in Mingyu's accomplishments. "That's excellent news. Have you participated in any activities, son?"

Mingyu shook his head, but then his gaze shifted to Lisa, and he revealed, "No, but Lisa has. She's taken part in dancing."

As Mingyu spoke, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I glanced at Lisa. She swallowed nervously, her eyes avoiding mine as she sensed the intensity of my gaze.

I knew my presence had a dominant effect on her, even at this moment. I cast my gaze towards her, my eyes betraying a hunger I couldn't suppress.

Lisa's reaction was evident; she swallowed nervously and averted her gaze, clearly affected by my intense scrutiny.

Unfazed by the tension, I pressed on, my voice laced with subtle authority. "Is that so, Lisa?" I inquired, my tone carrying a hint of possessiveness.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke, her hand trembling slightly under my gaze. "Yes, I'll be performing a Thai dance."

I maintained my focus on her, masking my inner turmoil as I responded, "Well, that's excellent, dear."

Her eyes met mine, and a pang of frustration surged within me as she addressed me with the term "uncle."

The longing to hear her call me "daddy" reverberated through my mind, a desire I struggled to suppress. "Will you come, uncle?" she asked, unaware of the tumult of emotions swirling within me.

With a forced smile, I replied, "Of course, I'll be there to support you." But inwardly, the ache for her.

I wish I could taste her once. I don't know how her lips taste or her cute voice when she moans my name. There is something I need to understand: she is way different from the woman I met.

I am the man who has read many books and thrown them into a dark hole, but she is the new addition.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," I replied, though inwardly I questioned whether I could maintain my composure.

As dinner concluded, I rose from the table, noticing Lisa's nervous demeanor as she conversed with Mingyu.

Turning to her, I offered a reassuring smile. "We'll see you tomorrow, dear," I said, attempting to quell the unease in her eyes.

Lisa returned my smile, nodding in acknowledgment. "Okay, uncle. And thank Auntie," she added graciously.

Rena's sharp retort sliced through the air, her words dripping with hostility. "Call me Mrs. Rena Kim, and remember, you're not part of this family."

I intervened, attempting to defuse the tension. "She'll be part of the family soon enough. Let's all behave accordingly," I urged, though my words only seemed to deepen Rena's distress.

Unmoved by her tears, I redirected my attention to Mingyu, issuing instructions. "Please escort our guest home safely," I instructed, my tone firm as I emphasized the importance of Lisa's safety.

Mingyu nodded earnestly, gratitude evident in his eyes as he expressed his appreciation. "Thank you, Dad," he said, his voice tinged with sincerity.

A warm smile graced my lips as I responded, "With a charming girlfriend like yours and a kind-hearted girl like Lisa, I'd certainly consider it."

But Mingyu's next words caught me off guard, his gaze shifting between Lisa and me. "Dad, Lisa's parents wish for you and Mom to visit them to discuss Lisa's hand in marriage."

I shot him a stern look, my mind reeling at the suddenness of the request. "Is that so soon?" I questioned, trying to conceal my surprise.

Lisa trembled slightly, her apology interrupting the conversation. "I'm sorry to intrude, Uncle, but my mother is quite traditional. However, I'll do my best to convey that it's premature."

Meeting Lisa's gaze, I spoke gently yet firmly, offering reassurance amidst the uncertainty. "Dear Lisa, relationships are complex endeavors. As Mingyu's stepfather, I'll ultimately make the decision. While today's meeting was promising, these matters require time. Rest assured, I've promised to prioritize your and Mingyu's future. When the time is right, we'll meet with your family. Just ask them to be patient."

Lisa nodded, a mix of relief and apprehension flickering in her eyes as she absorbed my words. "Thank you, Uncle," she murmured, her gratitude evident despite the lingering uncertainty.

Mingyu, sensing the tension, offered a supportive smile to Lisa before turning his attention back to me. "I understand, Dad. I just want what's best for Lisa and for us."

His sincerity touched me, reaffirming my resolve to navigate this delicate situation with care and consideration for all involved. "And I want the same, son," I replied, my voice infused with determination. "We'll proceed thoughtfully, ensuring everyone's happiness and well-being."

As Mingyu escorted Lisa away, Rena's tear-streaked gaze met mine, her voice quavering with hurt and confusion. "Why did you insult me and decide that she would be my daughter-in-law?" she lamented.

Frustration bubbled up within me, and I couldn't contain my outburst. "Why shouldn't I? Stop pestering me. I'm doing this for your son. I'll discern whether this girl is genuine or merely putting on a façade," I retorted sharply.

Rena nodded in resignation, understanding the gravity of the situation. "But she was not up to standard." I held her gaze; my expression was hardened by a hint of rage. "You are saying that you were up to my standard, Rena. Now don't speak nonsense with me. I can't stay here. I'm heading to my penthouse. I need peace and focus. I don't want any disruptions," I explained firmly.

She reached out, clasping my hand and pressing a tender kiss on it. "It's been too long since we spent time together, dear," she whispered, her touch fleeting.

"I'm not in the mood today to f-ck you," I told her, my voice firm. "Go on now and don't bore me."

She responded by reaching out and taking hold of my hand, her grip gentle yet insistent. I scoffed at her persistence, trying to maintain my dismissive attitude, but her touch made it harder to stay annoyed.

I know what kind of lustful woman she is. I had sex with her initially, but with protection—using a condom.

I didn't want to start a family with her, but I soon grew bored, as she was too dull in bed. I explained, my gaze fixed on Rena. "Do you want me to repeat myself, Rena?".

She nodded in fear, her expression betraying apprehension, as I made my way towards my room.