Unplanned Future

Chapter 15

More than "not".

It was the same as the "never before" kind of never.

Jungkook clenched his fists slightly. While his chest was a little suffocated, he gritted his teeth, and tremblingly breathed out white mist.

SeokJin retracted his gaze and smiled, "I will not lie on this point."

Jungkook's voice became colder. "Then should I thank you?"

"Jungkook, Jin-ah?"

Amidst the howling cold wind and heavy snow, a sudden sound of footsteps stepping on the snow was heard, and the Duchess came over from the other side of the yard. "Why are you at the door and not coming in?"

Jungkook paused and put away his cold face. "Mom."

SeokJin also bit the bullet and greeted her. "Madame, good evening."

The snow was getting heavier outside, and once he saw the Duchess's face becoming pale, Jungkook stopped talking, stepped forward, took off his coat and put it on her. He shielded her from the wind and walked her into the house.

SeokJin followed behind and breathed a sigh of relief.

Had it not been for the Duchess to come out, he suspected that Jungkook could choke himself to death here.

He still didn't dare to look at the Duchess directly, only glanced at the lady's thin back.

The Duchess was named Jung Eun Ji, her hometown was in the Fourth Galaxy, and she met Jungkook's father on the university campus. The combination of the two was ridiculed and opposed by most of the nobles in the Imperial Capital.

It was ridiculous that a noble of superior bloodline would marry a lowly commoner in a remote country.

Even though Madame Jung Eun Ji was an excellent scientist, and had saved many people with the drug she developed, she was still discriminated against in terms of birth and descent. After Jungkook was born, he was also criticized publicly and secretly as "a hybrid that stained the noble lineage of the nobles."

Although no one dared to say anything in front of him, in places where the concentration of the nobles in the Imperial Capital was too high, that kind of secret, toxins that generally exist silently and exclusion was even more chilling.

Especially after the Duke was assassinated and died.

SeokJin always felt that Jungkook had grown into this difficult dog temper, it had a lot to do with the nobles who loved to chew their tongues in the Imperial Capital.

After entering the house, SeokJin slowly patted the snow off his shoulders in the entrance, moved some of his stiff joints, and silently saluted the emperor who loved winter in his heart.

He hated winter.

A dried hot towel suddenly came to cover his face.

Because SeokJin was unable to react quickly, his head was rubbed indiscriminately.

After venting, Jungkook put down the towel and watched his masterpiece.

SeokJin's hair was originally a little longer and softer. When it was rubbed, he looked like a cat with blown-up fur that stood up on the top of his head and couldn't be pressed down. He looked at him sluggishly, his expression still confused.

Jungkook secretly chuckled from the bottom of his heart, but his face was still calm. "Why are you so slow, dinner is ready."

SeokJin glared at him angrily. He combed his messy hair with his hands and walked into the house with him.