Chapter 194: today let me thanks you properly

The glass entrance of the Choi Manufacturing headquarters in Gangnam was covered in red liquidation tape. Security guards from the district credit bureau stood by the turnstiles, blocking the remaining office workers from retrieving their personal computers.

Sitting on a low plastic chair near the curb was Choi Jin Ah’s father, Choi Man-Sik. His shirt collar was loose, his hair messy, and his eyes completely vacant as he stared at a stack of bankruptcy notices.

Three girls wearing the premium uniform of Yeonnam High School stood five paces away, holding designer coffee cups. These were Jin-Ah’s former inner circle— the same wealthy heiresses who used to follow her through the corridors like servants.

"I told you it was a waste of time to call us, Jin-Ah," the leader, a girl with sharp, manicured nails, sneered. She didn’t look at the dirt on Jin-Ah’s shoes. "Our fathers already signed the non-association pact with the Ilshin Group proxy this morning. If we lend your father a single dollar, our families’ lines get flagged for audit. Go find a charity center in the outer slums."

"We live in two different realities now, Jin-Ah," the second girl giggled, taking a slow sip of her drink. "Go back to your delivery boy."

Jin-Ah stood by her father’s side, her fingers tightly clutching her coat pockets. Her face was completely pale, her lips trembling as she endured the public mockery from the very people she had protected for years. She didn’t yell or fight back; she had lost the right to pride on the school rooftop.

A low vibration rattled the asphalt of the corporate lane. A midnight-black Maybach Landaulet slid smoothly to the curb, its tinted windows reflecting the afternoon sun. The chauffeur stepped out with military precision, walking around to the rear passenger door and pulling it open with a crisp bow.

Min-Soo stepped out onto the concrete.

The moment his leather shoes touched the pavement, a heavy, suffocating pressure rippled across the curb. It wasn’t just his custom silk-blend uniform. His newly established Level 1 Qi Condensation core radiated a faint, invisible heat that made the surrounding air feel thick and heavy. His eyes were dark, carrying an absolute, bone-chilling confidence that made the three heiresses instantly freeze, their laughter dying in their throats.

Min-Soo walked straight past the girls, treating them like smoke. He stopped in front of the liquidation manager, pulling the matte-black system debit card from his trousers pocket.

"Run the ledger for Choi Manufacturing," Min-Soo said, his voice flat, carrying an elite resonance that made the security guards automatically straighten their backs. "I am buying out the remaining corporate default block for one point five million dollars. Clear the liquidation seals."

The manager’s hands shook as he took the heavy metallic card, swiping it through the portable terminal.

The machine let out a sharp, double chime, a receipt printing out instantly alongside a real-time tracking approval.

[Transaction Approved: $1,500,000.]

[Current Liquid Balance: $291,000.]

The digits in his vision rolled back to a tight two hundred and ninety-one thousand dollars, burning through almost his entire remaining liquid seed capital. But as the liquidation seals were violently torn off the glass doors by the guards, and Choi Man-Sik fell to his knees weeping in gratitude, Min-Soo’s expression remained as steady as a frozen lake.

He looked at the three snobbish heiresses. Their faces had turned a sickly, ash-gray color, their eyes wide with absolute terror and deep, burning regret as they realized the "delivery boy" they had just mocked was operating with the capital of a sovereign.

"The restructuring is complete, Jin-Ah," Min-Soo said, turning on his heel toward the car. "Let’s go back."

By 9:30 PM, they had returned to the private, stone-paved driveway of the Pyeongchang-dong estate. The house was completely quiet, the mountain air cool and smelling of fresh pine needles.

Jin-Ah followed Min-Soo up the grand marble staircase to his master bedroom, her heart beating in a frantic, loud rhythm that rustled the velvet of her dress. The sheer, overwhelming reality of what he had done for her today, spending his own millions to save her family from the literal dirt while her closest friends spat on her, had completely shattered her remaining logic.

Min-Soo closed the heavy bedroom door, turning around to face her. "Your father’s credit line is restored. You don’t have to stay in the east wing guest room anymore if you want to leave."

"I don’t want to leave," Jin-Ah whispered.

She stepped closer, the expensive vanilla perfume she had put on filling the narrow space between them. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, vibrant rose color, her doe-like eyes swimming with a desperate, total emotional surrender. She reached out, her small, bare hands sliding firmly into his palms, lacing her fingers through his with unyielding pressure.

The moment their skin locked, the interface grid inside his vision erupted into life.

Shinhan Bank Alert: An anonymous wire transfer of $10,000 has been deposited.

Shinhan Bank Alert: An anonymous wire transfer of $10,000 has been deposited.

Ten thousand dollars hitting his account for every single second her bare fingers remained locked within his grip.

But Jin-Ah didn’t stop at a hand-lock. Driven by an intense, burning gratitude, she stepped flush against his chest, her full, curved figure pinning tightly against his thighs. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips parting as she pressed them hard against his.

The kiss was wet, deep, and heavy, her tongue tracing his lips with a wild, undisciplined hunger that shook her entire frame. A soft, breathless groan, "hnggg, humm", escaped her throat as her fingers tightly gripped the lapels of his uniform jacket, pulling him down onto her.

[Tier 3 Contact Active: Continuous Oral Intimacy with Target Jin-Ah.]

[Payout Scale Exploding: $100,000 per second...]

The phone inside Min-Soo’s pocket began to rattle with a violent, deafening drone, the digital tracking balance shooting upward past the one-million mark in a matter of seconds. The system was responding to the absolute, unadulterated submission of the girl who had once held him in disdain.

Min-Soo firmly placed his palms against her slender waist, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes looking down into her hazy, dilated pupils. "Are you really okay with that, Jin-Ah? Think about it again. I don’t need to force your compliance for the debt block."

Jin-Ah looked up at him, her breathing rapid and hot against his jaw, a soft, seductive smile touching her flushed lips as her hands slid down to wrap tightly around his lower back.

"I am fine, Min Soo," she whispered, her voice dropping to a low, alluring purr that carried no more fear. "Today... let me thank you properly. I will make sure you feel good."

[Advanced Intimacy Parameter Saturated.]

[Current Liquid Balance Surging Past: $2,191,000...]