I Have Returned in the Body of a Scoundrel

2 a.m. In front of a tile-roofed house that resembles a palace located in the mountains of Gyeonggi-do near Seoul.

Today, too, I sit in the driver’s seat and wait without stopping.

Who?

The son of a conglomerate chairman, a fucking third-generation chaebol scumbag.

It’s a tile-roofed house that looks like a palace.

In reality, it is a high-class bar where parasite cosplay is performed.

He is not a corrupt nobleman from the Joseon Dynasty, and his tastes are very old.

Am I that kind of traitor? Hahaha. Shit.

I didn’t work hard to live like this.

My name is Kim Ha-son.

She was abandoned at a convent immediately after birth and became an orphan.

These days, they say they use an internet naming machine to pick a name for you.

The abbess who took me in gave me her own name.

After that, we followed the will left by the Mother Superior when she passed away.

– Be successful without being envious of others.

Following that will, I studied with all my might, determined to become a successful person who would be the envy of others.

Of course, I didn’t avoid fights where the opponent approached me first out of rebellion and not wanting to look weak.

Other than that, it would be okay to say that I only did physical exercise and studying for long periods of time.

Because he didn’t have money to buy books, he received them from his older siblings and even solved old workbooks from used bookstores, and was able to enter the best university in the country.

Since I couldn’t study with just the settlement support money, I worked part-time and did tutoring to earn not only tuition but also living expenses and graduated with great effort.

Fortunately, because he was an orphan, he was exempt from military service and was able to get a job earlier than others.

When I was working in the secretary’s office of the largest conglomerate in Korea, and even in the chairman’s office, I was busy and tired, but I never stopped smiling.

Who said 4 was a cursed number?

After being promoted to deputy manager in the fourth year, a few days later, at the request of the chairman, I was selected as the secretary to the chairman’s eldest son, a loser.

I just wrote this one sentence about my tutoring experience to add one more line to my resume!

Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, anyone could tell that I was demoted.

-Bang bang

“Open the door, you little shit.”

The voice of a fool that pulled me up from my deep thoughts.

As I opened the locked car door, a red-faced, drunken piglet crawled into the backseat.

“Why did you lock the car door, you idiot? I’m going to search for it.”

“These days, cars lock themselves after a while. I’ll take you home.”

“Fuck, I’m so drunk I’m having a hard time, let’s go quickly. Don’t drive like a bitch.”

“Yes.”

That frivolous piglet who starts with a curse and ends with a curse is the chairman’s son.

Every time I see him, I sigh inside because of his appearance, which is in stark contrast to the capable and mature chaebol chairman.

In the world, he is known as a chaebol.

The general public may not know, but other conglomerates and high-ranking executives. In other words, everyone who should know knows that the conglomerate is in ruins.

What about three meals a day? You eat every chance you get, and now you’re obese, weighing over 120kg.

It seemed like he had changed his clothes, but his hair and face were covered in oil, as if he didn’t even want to bother washing.

He was not good at studying, so I sent him to a foreign university by donating money, but he got caught using drugs and barely managed to graduate after paying off his debt.

Just a few days after entering the country, he was charged with drunk driving and had his license revoked.

Even if he was a conglomerate with one son and one daughter, he would have been kicked out a long time ago. However, the chairman did not give up and parachuted him into a position as director of a subsidiary.

I was hired as the chairman’s secretary simply because I had a lot of tutoring experience listed on my resume and we were the same age.

The bastard keeps calling me out for not having a driver’s license, and I’m now working as a chauffeur, which is something I never thought I would do.

“No, fuck, let’s hurry up and go. Why are you crawling again, you idiot.”

“The ground is frozen due to the sleet, so it’s dangerous. If you’re sleeping, I’ll arrive.”

“Fuck, what the hell is freezing? Just shut up and step on me, you cowardly little shit.”

Today, it seems like the resignation letter in my arms is screaming to be taken out.

“Sigh.”

I ignored the bully’s stubbornness and just ran.

“Hey, shit. Are you ignoring me right now?”

“No, I said the ground is frozen. If you run now, you’ll have an accident.”

“What the hell. What kind of secretary drives like this! Are you really a secretary?”

“How many times do I have to say this? I’m not a personal assistant, I’m a business assistant. Driving isn’t my job in the first place!”

“It’s not my job, so just step on the damn thing!”

“The ground is frozen. There’s going to be an accident.”

“Check and if it’s not frozen, you’ll fall behind?”

“No, it’s frozen! If you step on it, you’ll get in trouble!!”

“You’re being rude and saying there’s an accident, you little shit!”

-puck

A bastard who slaps the back of my head like a slap while I’m driving while I’m half-lying.

It had been almost a year since I became Mangnani’s secretary, but I was so shocked by the first assault I had ever experienced that I stopped my car on the side of the road.

“If you assault me one more time, I won’t tolerate it.”