Meanwhile, at South Korea's main airport...
"Hmhmhmmm~ hmmm~"
A gorgeous, thick, and plump 44-year-old woman with an hourglass figure arrived from Malaysia. She pulled her rolling suitcase behind her, her sunglasses resting comfortably on her face as she hummed a cheerful tune while walking out of the airport.
Her confident steps and relaxed posture drew the attention of several onlookers. Some glanced at her as she passed, while others made little effort to hide their stares.
"Hey, look... they're big."
"Man, I wanna squeeze those jugs."
"She looks so... MILF!"
The comments followed her as she walked, and the woman was well aware of the attention. She could feel their eyes lingering on her figure, particularly her chest, and her lips slowly curled into an unimpressed frown.
She came to a stop, turned her head slightly, and slowly removed her sunglasses. Her orange eyes narrowed as she glared at the men with an irritated expression.
"Hmph... boys. What a pity. I've already raised a real man," she muttered under her breath.
Her blunt remark, coupled with her sharp glare, immediately made the onlookers uncomfortable. The men exchanged awkward glances before quickly walking away, pretending they had never said anything.
She watched them retreat and let out a tired sigh.
"Sigh... Are all Korean men incapable of taking a hint?" she cursed, slipping her sunglasses back onto her face.
She resumed walking, her suitcase rolling along behind her.
"Well, I can't blame them. I had my fun when I was young, too. Who knew men could be so... inadequate down there?"
A mischievous smile briefly crossed her lips as she recalled her younger days, but it quickly faded as she turned her attention toward the airport exit.
Her orange eyes scanned the area outside, searching for the taxis waiting near the curb.
"Let's see... cab, cab... Ah, there it is."
She spotted an available taxi and pulled out her smartphone. With a few quick taps, she booked the ride, then dragged her suitcase toward a nearby outdoor café.
The warm air greeted her as she settled into a chair beside a small table. She placed her rolling suitcase next to her, crossed one leg over the other, and raised a hand to catch the attention of a nearby waiter.
"One espresso and a cold mineral water, please. Three times the sugar."
"Certainly, ma'am."
While waiting, she leaned back in her seat and glanced around the café. A few customers were enjoying their meals, while others sat quietly with their phones. She paid them little attention.
When her order arrived, she stirred the sugar into her espresso and took a cautious sip. The heat made her wince slightly.
"Ah, damn, that's hot."
She picked up the mineral water and poured a small amount into her espresso, using the cold water to lower its temperature. After stirring it again, she took another sip.
"Hmm... Better. Still a little strong, though."
She shrugged and continued drinking, apparently satisfied enough.
With her espresso in one hand, she picked up her smartphone with the other and began scrolling through social media. Her thumb moved lazily across the screen as she browsed through various posts, short videos, and news updates.
She occasionally paused to read a comment or watch a clip, her expression shifting between mild amusement and indifference.
Then, one particular video caught her attention.
Her thumb stopped moving.
"Huh?"
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the screen. The video showed a familiar face.
Her eyes widened.
"What the..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly spat out her espresso.
"PFFFT!"
The coffee sprayed across the table as she jerked backward, coughing violently. She hurriedly placed her cup down and covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes wide with shock.
"COUGH! COUGH!"
She grabbed the mineral water and took a quick sip, trying to clear her throat. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, and she stared at the screen in disbelief.
"Wait! Son! What is he doing?!!!" she exclaimed.
Her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of several customers nearby. A few turned their heads toward her, while the waiter hurried over after noticing the mess on her table.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
She raised one hand, still coughing slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine! Just... surprised. Give me some tissues, please!"
"Of course."
The waiter quickly brought her tissues, and she began wiping the spilled espresso from the table. Her movements were hurried, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and concern.
"I'm so sorry about this. I got a little carried away."
"It's alright, ma'am."
She continued cleaning the mess, occasionally glancing back at her phone. Her eyes remained fixed on the video, and her brows drew together as she watched what was happening.
"That idiot... What the hell is he doing?"
She quickly scrolled back a few seconds, replaying the footage.
There he was.
Shan Wolf.
The sight of him standing in front of two men immediately caught her attention. But what truly made her stare in disbelief was the way he confronted them after they had bad-mouthed Mei Yoo Jun.
And then he said it.
He claimed to be her boyfriend.
Her mouth slowly fell open.
"...Son?"
She leaned closer to the screen, her expression becoming increasingly incredulous.
"Did you seriously just say that?"
The video continued playing. The two men appeared to be arguing with Shan, while strangers nearby recorded the confrontation. The camera shook occasionally as the person filming adjusted their position, capturing every word and movement.
She watched Shan's expression, the way he stood his ground, and the confidence in his voice.
Her initial surprise gradually shifted into a mixture of disbelief and concern.
"Good grief... You really know how to make a scene, don't you?"
She rubbed her forehead, letting out a long sigh.
"Of all the things you could do, you decide to announce that you're her boyfriend in front of a camera?"
Her phone suddenly vibrated.
She glanced at the notification. Her taxi had arrived.
"Oh, for God's sake. Already?"
She quickly gathered her belongings, slipped her phone into her handbag, and stood up. After checking that she had wiped away the spilled coffee, she turned toward the waiter.
"Sorry again for the mess."
"Don't worry about it, ma'am."
She gave him a quick nod, grabbed the handle of her rolling suitcase, and hurried toward the taxi waiting outside.
As she approached the vehicle, she adjusted her handbag over her shoulder and took a deep breath. Her mind was still occupied by the video, and she could not stop thinking about what Shan had just done.
"That boy... I swear, he gives me more trouble than he realizes."
She opened the taxi door, placed her suitcase inside, and climbed into the back seat.
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
"Where to, ma'am?"
She pulled out her smartphone again and opened the video, her eyes immediately narrowing as she watched Shan confront the two men.
"Won Group Headquarters, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
The taxi began moving away from the airport. She leaned back in her seat, crossed her arms, and continued watching the footage.
After a few seconds, she noticed the driver glancing at her through the mirror.
Her eyes shifted toward him.
"And stop staring at my boobs, dammit!"
The driver immediately straightened in his seat, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"Ri... right away, ma'am!"
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to her phone.
"Unbelievable..."
On her phone was a video of none other than Shan Wolf confronting two men who had been bad-mouthing Mei Yoo Jun. He had claimed himself to be her boyfriend, completely unaware that strangers had recorded the confrontation and livestreamed it online.
Elsewhere, at the same time, shortly after the confrontation...
Shan Wolf hurried back to the company, his pace quick and purposeful. As he passed through the department, he could already hear the gossip spreading among the employees. Whispers traveled from one desk to another, fueled by the anonymous user who had posted damaging accusations intended to ruin Mei Yoo Jun's image.
"Did you see the post?"
"Apparently,it's about Ms. Yoo Jun."
Shan clenched his jaw as he walked past them. He kept his expression composed, but his eyes were sharp, and his thoughts were already racing.
I know exactly who's behind this.
The anonymous post was no coincidence. He had a strong idea of who was manipulating the situation, but he couldn't afford to waste time chasing that lead.
First, I need to find Mei Yoo Jun.
He entered the department and scanned the desks, searching for her familiar figure.
"Ms. Yoo Jun!" he called out.
Several employees turned toward him. A woman who had been sitting at her desk quickly stood up, recognizing the urgency in his voice.
"Mr. Wolf?"
Shan approached her, stopping beside the desk.
"Where is Ms. Yoo Jun? Have you seen her?"
The woman hesitated, glancing briefly toward her colleagues before answering.
"She left early."
Shan's expression immediately tightened.
"Left early? Where did she go?"
"She said she was going to meet her ex-boyfriend. I think she wanted to confront him about everything that's been happening."
Shan's eyes widened.
"Shit!"
He turned away from the woman and ran a hand through his hair, his mind instantly connecting the pieces.
That idiot... She went straight to him?
He knew Mei Yoo Jun was upset, but confronting her ex-boyfriend while the situation was escalating could put her in an even more vulnerable position. He couldn't be certain what her ex had planned, and that uncertainty made his stomach tighten.
"Do you know where they're meeting?" he asked, turning back toward her.
The woman quickly nodded.
"Yes. She told me the address before she left."
"Tell me."
She picked up her smartphone, opened her messages, and read out the location. Shan listened carefully, committing the address to memory.
"Got it. Thanks."
He turned and began walking toward the department exit, his footsteps growing faster.
"Mr. Wolf, wait! Are you going alone?"
Shan glanced over his shoulder.
"I'll handle it."
He didn't wait for another response.
As he hurried through the department, a familiar woman's voice suddenly reached him from behind.
"Oh, Mr. Wolf. Are you busy?"
Shan slowed for half a second.
Ingrid Mikage stood near the entrance to the department, her violet eyes focused on him. Her mid-dark brown wavy hair framed her face, and her husky, slightly breathy voice carried a hint of playful confidence.
She adjusted her glasses and approached him with an elegant stride.
"I have a favor to ask you..." she said, her tone becoming softer.
With a subtle, teasing movement, she tugged her pencil miniskirt slightly upward along her thigh, revealing a brief glimpse of the clothing underneath. Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile as she watched him.
"Mr. Wolf, perhaps you could spare me a moment?"
Shan barely looked at her.
"I'm busy!"
He walked straight past her.
Ingrid froze.
"...What?"
Her hand stopped midway, still resting against her skirt. She turned her head, watching Shan's back as he continued toward the exit without even slowing down.
"?! Wha... What?!"
Her cheeks flushed.
"Are you crazy, bastard?!"
Shan didn't turn around.
Ingrid's expression shifted from surprise to irritation, her eyebrows drawing together as she lowered her hand and straightened her skirt.
"Unbelievable! That man just walked past me like I wasn't even there!"
She glanced around, suddenly aware that several employees had witnessed the exchange. A couple of them quickly looked away, pretending to be busy with their work.
Ingrid's blush deepened.
"Don't you dare laugh..."
No one answered.
She clicked her tongue and adjusted her glasses, her eyes narrowing toward the exit.
"Honestly... What kind of man responds like that?"
Despite her irritation, a flicker of curiosity remained in her eyes.
What could possibly be so urgent that he didn't even bother to stop?
Meanwhile, Shan was already moving through the company corridors, his thoughts focused entirely on Mei Yoo Jun.
I don't have time for this.
He pulled out his smartphone as he walked, quickly checking the address he had received. Once he confirmed the location, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and changed direction toward the nearest exit.
Outside, the air was warm, but Shan barely noticed. He stepped onto the pavement and looked toward the road, his expression growing more serious.
Mei... Just hold on.
He needed to reach her before the situation got worse.
Using the shortcut her friend had given him, Shan quickly made his way toward the location where Mei Yoo Jun and her ex-boyfriend were supposed to meet.
A few minutes later, at an outdoor diner across the city, Mei Yoo Jun's ex-boyfriend sat comfortably at a table, scrolling through his smartphone.
His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the post he had uploaded to the company bulletin spread across social media. The comments continued to pile up, and the number of views climbed rapidly.
"Heh... Take that, you stupid cow. It was just one time, and you made me look like a joke!"
He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. A smug grin spread across his face as he refreshed the page, enjoying the attention his post had attracted.
Now everyone knows what kind of woman you really are.
He chuckled to himself.
Then, without warning, his chair was violently pulled backward.
"WHOA!"
The chair tipped over, sending him crashing onto the ground. His smartphone slipped from his hand and skidded across the pavement.
"ARGH!"
He landed hard on his back, the impact knocking the breath out of him. He groaned and struggled to sit up, his face twisting in pain.
"What the hell?!"
A shadow fell over him.
He looked up.
Shan Wolf stood above him, his expression cold and his dark eyes fixed on him. His fists were clenched at his sides, and the muscles in his jaw tightened as he stared down at the man.
The ex-boyfriend's face immediately changed.
"Y... You're that nigga who had sex with Mei Yoo Jun!" he shouted, pointing at Shan.
Several diners turned their heads. Conversations stopped as people began watching the commotion.
Shan's expression remained still.
"I'm going to ignore the part where you said the N-word, because clearly, I'm Indian."
The ex-boyfriend scrambled backward, his face flushing with anger and embarrassment.
"Same thing! I'm going to report you! I will fucking report you!!!"
He jabbed a finger toward Shan, attempting to sound threatening despite still being on the ground.
Shan tilted his head slightly.
"..."
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then his gaze shifted toward the man's smartphone lying a short distance away. The screen was still lit, displaying the very post that had triggered the entire mess.
Shan slowly looked back at him.
"Actually..."
His voice dropped.
"Now I want to make sure you're castrated."
The ex-boyfriend's eyes widened.
"W... What?"
Shan reached down and grabbed a nearby metal chair. The legs scraped loudly against the pavement as he lifted it, his grip tightening around the frame.
The surrounding diners gasped and began moving away from their tables.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Someone call the police!"
Shan paid them no attention.
His eyes remained locked on Mei Yoo Jun's ex-boyfriend, whose earlier confidence had completely vanished. The man hurriedly tried to crawl backward, his palms scraping against the ground.
"W... Wait! You can't do this!"
Shan raised the metal chair.
"Let's see how tough you are when—"
"STOP!!!"
A familiar voice suddenly rang out across the diner.
Shan froze.
The metal chair remained suspended in his hands.
His eyes widened slightly as he turned toward the voice.
The ex-boyfriend stopped breathing.
And then...
Chapter 84 — End.