Park Jimin Daring Wife || PJM ✔️ (COMPLETE)

C63

In a house on the outskirts of the city, tucked in a secluded area, a man was holding his long white sleeves while he crushed the ink. It was grounded perfectly on the slab so, when he dipped the calligraphy brush, the ink had a good streak to it. The birds chirped outside and a light breeze wafted in from the gardens, carrying a pleasant floral smell.

The man was in a very good mood today, especially when he discovered that his father was going to have a thorough talk with Elder Park. He did not realize it yesterday, but, as he now sat in a secluded, peaceful area, his brain was finally able to think properly.

Song Areum was Park Jimin’s weakness. His sole weakness, might he add. It would be the lovers’ greatest downfall, for it would not take long for Elder Park to be notified of this news. And when it does happen, she will come tumbling down, literally.

Won Jae-myung could not wait for the day she would crash after flying so high. The higher she flew, the harder she would fall. He let out a haughty laughter at the idea.

Elder Park was a merciless man when it came to ensuring that his grandson was the perfect ruler. Anything that could jeopardize Park Jimin’s reputation and muddle his brain would be exterminated. To a man as capable and potent as Elder Park, killing Song Areum would be like squashing a bug. Song Yun Gak could protest all he wanted, but in the end, he had other favorable grandchildren. Losing one should not hurt that much.

Won Jae-myung was fully aware that his daughter would enter a loveless marriage, but he did not care. As long as she bore the Park family a son and secured her position in the family, a broken heart and eternity of suffering were fine with him.

He smirked at the idea of how useful she would become in the future. He wondered if he should ask Elder Park to pardon Song Areum from dying, just so he could get his hands on that woman and ruin her further before she died.

The thundering sound of a frantic servant rushing down the hallways could be heard. "M-master Won..." She squeaked at the door.

Won Jae-myung scowled at her mistake. "Come in."

The servant, no more than the age of eighteen, because Won Jae-myung liked them young, hesitantly stepped into the room. The second she did so, something was hurled at her head. She yelped and dodged the flying jar, dropping to her knees to beg for forgiveness.

"Useless little thing, how dare you run and cause a ruckus?!" Won Jae-myung snarled, standing up.

"T-t-this servant a-apologizes for her mistake..." She cried out, bowing her head to the wooden floor. "But there is urgent news sent from the training center that must be addressed immediately."

"What is it?" Won Jae-myung put down the stick that he was going to beat her with.

"T-t-today’s training supplies did not arrive. Also, three of our top instructors handed in their resignation letters this morning!"

Won Jae-myung felt his entire world crash at her words. No, that can’t be possible. To lose one instructor without notice is like a starving farmer dropping his sole bag of rice in the sewers. And to lose three at once was like dooming him to hell. There are only five instructors in this place, with two remaining, everything will be chaotic. To add to the problem, without the supplies, this place could not properly function.

Today was evaluation day, where recruiters were coming in to evaluate the students and the training center. It was an important day for them, both in terms of money and reputation.

"What do you mean there are no supplies and instructors?! Order the other servants to go out and buy some now! Who the hell let the instructors resign? Go and have people find them, threaten them to come back and if they do not, tell them the Won family will not take the matter lightly!"