The banquet hall was filled with noise and excitement, but only the west side of the hall was unusually quiet. Kim Taehyung, wearing a white dress shirt and dark trousers, stood alone against the wall. He held a glass of wine in his hand, his eyes fixed on a man and a woman not far away, surrounded by a crowd fawning over them. His gaze was sharp, filled with contempt. A perfect match? A loving couple? Nonsense. In the eyes of everyone else, one was the business giant of North City, Datian Group CEO Jeon Jungkook. The other was the young miss of North City Group, the outstanding dancer Jenny. It seemed perfect for them to be together. But in Taehyung’s eyes, they were just two despicable people colluding with each other. Moments later, Jungkook put down his glass and left the room. Jenny lingered, chatting and laughing with others. Seeing this, Taehyung quickly set down his wine and followed him. When Jungkook stepped into the elevator, Taehyung caught up effortlessly. Jungkook raised a brow at him.

Jungkook calmly adjusted his tie and didn’t reply. He pressed the button for the sixty-sixth floor. As the elevator doors closed, Taehyung linked his arm through Jungkook’s. Jungkook frowned, expression as cold as ever.

He looked down at the arm linked to his, expression unchanged.

He studied his face carefully. Taehyung’s beauty was renowned throughout North City. In his eyes, women were not just beautiful or ugly—they were either pleasing or annoying. Even so, when he first met Taehyung with the Kim family, he had been stunned. When the elevator reached the sixty-sixth floor, Jungkook stepped out. Taehyung followed closely.

Without another word, Jungkook led him into the room. It was the first time Taehyung had entered his territory. The arrangement was simple but gave off a subtle sense of comfort.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. The way Taehyung looked at him today was completely different—no longer cold or distant, but scheming, enticing. He knew there was a purpose behind this.

Taehyung stood, walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses, and returned to the sofa.

Jungkook took it silently. Taehyung sipped first, remaining quiet, and Jungkook followed suit. Minutes of silence passed. Then Jungkook noticed something unusual. He looked at Taehyung, swallowed carefully, and stared at the wine in front of him.

As he leaned closer, a faint fragrance brushed Jungkook’s cheek. He set the glass down, turned sideways, and pinned him gently to the sofa.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t answer. He kissed him on the lips. He didn’t love Jenny—he was certain of that. But Jenny liked him deeply, and he knew it. So… he would claim this man today. The kiss sent Jungkook’s rationality spinning. He pressed him against the sofa, staring deeply into his eyes

Jeon Jungkook no longer hesitated. Since this man knew everything, he realized Taehyung was doing it on purpose. It seemed there was nothing wrong with letting him pay the price for his audacity. Actually, Kim Taehyung didn’t want this from the bottom of his heart. But when he thought of the design he had found in the book his father had loved most when he was still alive, he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that he could not let this go. His father’s death had been deeply unfair. Only he, his biological son, could take revenge for him.

It was around three in the morning. Taehyung was exhausted. He half-lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. Jungkook tilted his head and looked at his perfect profile. This man was seen as an idol by many young girls in North City because he had a face even more charming than a famous male celebrity. Taehyung had never looked at him closely before because he was the one Jenny was going to marry, so he had hated him. But from the looks of it now, this face was undeniably handsome. Smelling the smoke, Taehyung coughed softly. Jungkook put out his cigarette and looked down at him. [This omega is actually actually virgin…]

Yes, stolen by the hypocritical Jenny. Ever since his life had been messed up by the Kim Family, Jenny had treated him like an enemy. Everything he had, she would take. To Taehyung, this was nothing new.

Just as Jungkook was about to move closer,

Jungkook looked down at the small figure in his arms. He didn’t seem to be joking.

Jungkook sneered. In this world, there was actually someone bold enough to threaten him. Ha… how interesting.

Jungkook sized up the young man in front of him. That old man Jeon’s team had spent twenty days, and still couldn’t take down that project, and yet he still dared to brag about it? Heh… this was getting more and more interesting. ---

Taehyung smiled faintly, charming and tired. Of course he knew—because Jungkook and Jenny’s engagement ceremony was in half a month. Even though exhaustion weighed on him, he still sat up and reached for his clothes.

He slipped out of Jungkook’s hold and buttoned his shirt. Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t noticed before that Taehyung was this interesting. Once Taehyung was fully dressed and reached the door, Jungkook lazily asked:

Taehyung’s hand tightened around the doorknob, but he didn’t answer. He opened the door and walked out. ---

After leaving the hotel, he caught a taxi and headed straight to the old River Crossing Bridge near the bay. The bridge had collapsed six years ago and had been sealed off since. Its weathered ruins stood in sharp contrast to the gleaming new bridge just a hundred meters away. Taehyung climbed over the fence, walked along the broken concrete, and gently touched the old structure. Finally, he sat down. He softly hummed the song he used to sing with his father as memories washed over him—the proud look on his father’s face when he brought him here seven years ago. That day, holding Taehyung’s small hand, his father said: “Taehyung-ah, see this? The bridge opens for traffic tomorrow. With this bridge, people from the south and north won’t need an extra half hour to reach each other. This is your father’s greatest achievement.” But a year later, Taehyung stood in the same place—only this time, facing a collapsed bridge—listening to his father say: “Taehyung-ah, believe your father. I’ve lived honestly all my life. I’ve never taken bribes. I was framed.” Taehyung opened his bag and pulled out an old blueprint—the original design of the bridge. The data on this drawing was completely different from the version presented by the Kim Group six years ago. His eyes reddened. He clenched the edges of the blueprint and whispered:

At 9:30 AM, Taehyung returned to the Kim household, exhausted. The moment he entered the living room, he saw Jenny lounging on the sofa.

He took out his phone, opened his gallery, found a very explicit video, and held it out in front of Jenny. One glance was enough—she instantly recognized the two naked people. Her face twisted with rage. She raised her hand to slap Taehyung.

Jenny lunged at him like a madwoman. Taehyung was taller and stronger, despite being slim. He pushed her straight onto the sofa. Jenny’s shrieks brought Kim Soya rushing out of the room. Seeing the two “siblings” fighting, Kim Soya immediately stepped in front of Jenny—and slapped Taehyung without hesitation.

With a cold glance at his mother, Taehyung turned and walked out. Jenny suddenly reacted. She hurried out from behind Kim Soya, blocking Taehyung’s path.

Taehyung laughed disdainfully. Marrying him? Superficial? He pushed Jenny aside and walked out, head held high. Whether he became Young Master Jeon’s partner was not up to Jenny to decide.