Chapter 2

Kim Taehyung turned his gaze toward the bedroom entrance.

Meeting Mr. Kim’s eyes, the maid immediately lowered her head.

Since joining the Jeon household, she had never stepped into this restricted bedroom.

Inside, Chinese-style decorative lines framed the space like classical paintings, accentuating the ethereal beauty of the long-haired figure reclining on the chaise lounge.

There was a belief that hair grows by consuming one's vitality.

Despite Mr. Kim’s delicate health, his hair was unnaturally thick, jet-black, and lustrous—a rare sight indeed.

Beside the chaise lounge, Auntie Zhong bent down and carefully pulled the light blanket higher over him.

"Second Master, please keep resting. I’ll go see what’s going on."

Kim Taehyung fixed his weak gaze on the somewhat unfamiliar face and asked softly, "What happened? Tell me."

Everyone in the Jeon household prioritized Kim Taehyung's well-being, making sure no minor or troubling matters reached his ears.

The maid naturally dared not speak either, only glancing anxiously at Auntie Zhong for guidance.

Having watched Kim Taehyung grow up, Auntie Zhong cherished him as if he were her own eyes.

"It must be some household issue. I'll handle it. Second Master should rest."

Though his breathing was feeble, Kim Taehyung was surprisingly firm. "Auntie Zhong, I want to know."

With no choice, Auntie Zhong signaled for the maid to step forward.

The maid stole another glance at the strikingly beautiful yet fragile Mr. Kim and hesitantly explained, "It’s the young master… He—he says he wants to join a talent show…"

"Cough, cough..."

Before she could finish, Kim Taehyung broke into uncontrollable coughing, his heart pounding violently as though trying to leap from his chest.

The phrases “born but not raised” and “born wicked” from his dream sent a chill through his blood.

Startled, the maid tried to soothe him. "Master, please don’t get upset."

Everyone in the Jeon household referred to Kim Taehyung as "Master."

After several coughs, Kim Taehyung oddly regained some color in his face, his eyes glistening with moisture. He threw off the blanket. "I’m going to see for myself."

Before Auntie Zhong could protest, he gently gripped her forearm and comforted her in their local dialect.

"Auntie Zhong, it’s alright. Don’t worry."

Auntie Zhong said nothing further and carefully helped the Second Master to his feet.

The attentive maid quickly fetched the light blanket and softly draped it over Mr. Kim’s shoulders.

Kim Taehyung pulled it closer. "Thank you."

The maid kept her eyes downcast, warmed by his gentle tone.

Auntie Zhong brushed aside the strands of black hair falling across his face before steadying him as they slowly walked out together.

At that moment, a chaotic mix of shouts and screams came from the living room downstairs.

Kim Taehyung, who had been walking slowly, frowned when he realized what the noise was and quickened his pace to the corridor overlooking the living room.

In the extravagantly decorated classical living room, a little monkey was leaping up and down along the square-recessed Chinese-style sofa.

Holding a black remote control like a microphone, he chanted like a spell, belting out a relentless stream of noise.

And of course, this lively “monkey concert” had a full audience—three rows deep:

The family’s butler, maids, driver, and bodyguards.

The rowdy, shrieking little menace was none other than the future obsessive villain from the book, Jeon Gukk.

Kim Taehyung gripped the railing tightly as he watched the little rascal's triumphant display.

His chest tightened with a dull ache again.

The original author had just casually decreed someone as the villain;

As the villain’s parent, however, the burden was far heavier.

Kim Taehyung slowly entered the antique elevator at the end of the corridor.

The elevator descended leisurely.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through the black wrought-iron grille, casting fragmented shadows on Kim Taehyung’s flawless, porcelain face.

The commotion caught the attention of those on the first floor.

As the elevator doors opened, Kim Taehyung stepped out slowly, supported by Aunt Zhong, his pale face creased with a faint frown.

Several people who rarely saw Mr. Kim were momentarily stunned, as if witnessing a movie hero’s grand entrance.

The Jeon family’s butler, Uncle Xu, exclaimed in surprise, “Sir, you’re up?”

Only then did Jeon Gukk notice his little father’s arrival.

Having just jumped onto the coffee table, he grinned and called out, “Papa! Isn’t my new rap fire? *[unintelligible screeching]*”

Jeon Gukk had inherited some mixed genes from his Chinese-French mixed dad, combined with Kim Taehyung’s Eastern genes, resulting in black hair and amber eyes from birth.

As a child, he had been an absurdly cuddly baby.

Who would have thought he’d turn into such a little terror?

Kim Taehyung had to tilt his head up slightly to look at the nine-year-old rascal, his brows faintly furrowed, unconsciously revealing a trace of worry.

Noticing that his little father had to crane his neck to see him, Jeon Gukk obligingly hopped down. “Papa? I want to join the entertainment industry! They say my face’ll blow up!”

His little father had never said no to him, so he spoke as if it were a given, like his debut was already guaranteed.

“What?”

Kim Taehyung was already unsettled, swamped by the day’s chaos, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably. Hearing this, he blanked for a second.

“I want to audition for an entertainment show! My classmate said there’s a company scouting kid trainees (9–15)!”

True to form, he bounced back onto the sofa.

Butler Xu was so frightened that he rushed to catch him, trembling like a eunuch in an ancient imperial court.

"Good lord! Don’t fall!"

The maids couldn’t help but think—this rosewood tea table was a wedding gift from the old master of the Jeon family.

Along with the entire set of luxurious Chinese-style chairs, tables, and long couches, each piece was priceless.

Seeing his wild antics, Kim Taehyung spoke sternly for the first time to stop him: "Jeon Gukk, come down this instant!"

Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu, hearing his tone, exchanged puzzled glances.

Jeon Gukk swayed his hips, showing off his newly learned dance moves, without a care in the world.

"Little Dad, tell me first—does my dancing look good?"

The mere thought of his future—"‘forced possession,’ ‘imprisonment and tragic love’"—made Kim Taehyung wish he could cram the entire penal code into the boy’s brain.

Suppressing his palpitations, he spoke softly, "Gukk, at your age, you should be focusing on your studies."

Jeon Gukk’s eyes widened slowly. "Little Dad, you don’t support me?"

He stomped his foot, but the sturdy, expensive sofa didn’t budge an inch.

Neither did the resolute expression on his Little Dad’s beautiful face.

Working himself up, he shouted, "I don’t care! I’m joining the idol audition!"

Hearing the commotion, Uncle Xu gestured for the maids, drivers, and bodyguards to disperse.

Jeon Gukk bounced between the Korean-style sofas. "I’m going to be a top-tier idol! Little Dad, don’t stop me! No one can!"

Kim Taehyung felt short of breath, his heart aching again.

Glancing around and finding nothing suitable at hand, he managed to order, "Uncle Xu, bring me a frying pan—and two bodyguards."

His phoenix eyes narrowed at the lawless, hyperactive little troublemaker before adding, "Make it four bodyguards."

Standing atop the sofa, Jeon Gukk looked down at his usually indulgent Little Dad in disbelief. "Little Dad? You misunderstood—I’m going to an idol audition, not a fight. No need for bodyguards!"

"Huh?"

Uncle Xu stared at Mr. Kim, who was swaying unsteadily and struggling to breathe, wondering if he’d misheard. He thought, *Am I dreaming?*

"Go get it," Kim Taehyung exhaled heavily, leaving no room for argument.

"Right away, sir!"

Uncle Xu hurried toward the distant kitchen, his mind in chaos.

Since when did Mr. Kim want to hit the young master?

One of the maids followed him and whispered, "Get a small one. I don’t think the master really intends to hit him."

The Jeon family had no tradition of hitting children.

Moreover, due to his delicate health, Kim Taehyung had always doted on his only child, indulging his every whim without ever so much as scolding him, much less laid a hand on him.

The butler was well aware of this.

However, he was concerned about something else and sighed, "Sir doesn't have the strength to lift a heavy pot."

"That's true."

The maid was faster, stepping into the kitchen first and handing him the smallest milk pot available.

In the living room,

the little troublemaker had already realized his father was about to take action and bolted up the stairs in a flash.

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