The Rallyist

CHAPTER 2

"You see!" Jung Woo-Sung's eyes narrowed as he stared at his daughter. "Have you seen what she looks like, Ye-ji? Full off scratches and bandages!"

Wheein winced at her father's visible appearance. She knew that if only her twin, Coco, was with them now, she would be more likely to taste the sermon by him as well. Her twin is currently in America. Studying its masteral studies while assisting hotel management of their hotel in Las Vegas. That hotel was their father's new venture.

That's a big gamble especially that Las Vegas has the best and most expensive hotels. But their father tried to build that hotel. It was a big challenge to their father's ability as a hotelier. The Jung Empire Hotel in Las Vegas served as the carrier of their name. It was the fourth family hotel outside the country.

"There's more work waiting for you than going out on the street and screaming and basking in the sun," Woo-Sung continues to scold the youngest child. "So I regret now why I left you on your Sociology course, Wheein."

The girl's eyes rolled. The same old sermon. She was used to being overwhelmed by his father in his endless sermons.

What does she really call it? She was lathered and rinsed because of its soaking in him. And Wheein is used to it, too.

"Look at you," Woo-Sung continued. "The maid is even better dressed than you. You're still covered in scars and bandages. I'm thankful that you were taken to the hospital alive, or else, it might lead to more trouble."

"It's our fault too." Her face turned sour. "There was a time set for our rally permit, but they have extended and my colleagues became even more insistent so the police was forced to use a water cannon."

"That's what you're beating up on!" Woo-Sung growled. "You're just adding traffic jams on the roads."

"We stand for change, Papa." She rolled her eyes. "We just want some changes. Look, a lot of people are losing their jobs because investors don't have confidence ---"

"Your rally mates are making the situation worse."

"That's why there is so much corruption."

"Don't lose the crook, Wheein, remember that." Woo-Sung shuddered. "No matter who the President is, in any country, there is corruption. Because it is human nature to be greedy for money and power." He sighed. "Just be thankful that your Dad is not a politician."

"Because I'm the first one to stop you just in case you plan to be a politician." Wheein smiled just listening in one corner of the room.

"You will definitely lose time with us if you become a politician." Said Wheein's mom.

"I'm thankful you're not a politician." Wheein exclaimed. "Because I wouldn't be proud if I were a politician's daughter."

Wheein made it very clear. They have known some congressmen to check in at their hotels in Seoul and at their other hotels in the province. Checking in but not with the wife but with a mistress. As an hotelier, their staffs took care of that. In addition to what his father knew.

Isn't it true that a congressman pays monthly in a private suite at their highest hotel in Incheon? And those suites serve as its residence and the mistress. So gross. No one can say if it is the politician's own money or from the treasury.

"If anyone sees you the way you look today, I'll probably be laugh at of one of my acquaintances."

"No one will know me, ah," she defended.

"Just leave Wheein alone, darling." Ye-ji approaches her husband. "No one really knows her."

"Just think if I'm not like this." Wheein winced as she tried to stand up. "Maybe I'm also one of the children of the rich who are being kidnapped. So I don't like being social and plastic, I avoid mixing with elites and socialites."