I sat in one of the few luxurious sports cars that existed in the country. But instead of feeling good, I felt uncomfortable with the owner who was now bragging about how rich he was and when he
started working. If he could, he would show me his bank book..
"Na, you're very good at making money. You are still young but you have a lot of money.."
I responded without showing any emotion even when I felt so upset. Whatwas I thinking? I Should have followed my instinct. I should have known better than to give that guy a chance. He had nothing but her luxurious car. If I had to guess, he must have had a shady business that made him a lot of
money like some celebrities did lately.
"Do I have enough for you to give me a chance, Genlong?"
The driver was fast. I just pretended to admire him and now he was
touching my leg. I looked at his rough hand with disgust and removed it
"You are fast."
"I've been chasing you for a while. Why don't you say yes?"
"It has been two weeks. This is the first time I come to dinner. Is this a long time?"
"If you don't like me, why are you getting in my car?"
I started to get angry but I was calm. I smiled at the corner of my mouth feeling sorry for him.
"I wanted to know what would happen next."
"Do you know now?
"You didn't pass. Let's go home."
I responded coldly with an attitude of indifference. It seemed like I had hurt his ego. He had probably never been rejected like this before. He looked upset as he turned the wheel to the side of the road. Exploding and hitting the steering wheel with his hand.
"I am not a toy. You are playing with me?"
"Did it hurt?"
I looked at him, who was trying to be so dramatic.
"What did you expect from me? Did you want to see me cry?"
Why was he so angry? I didn't understand this type of person.
"You played with me! Of course it hurts."
Why was he so stupid? I asked about the steering wheel, not about otherthings.
"When did I play with you? Did I ever give you false hope? You invited me to dinner. Here I am. Now I'm telling you it didn't work. That's all."
"No one had ever done this to me."
"Because those girls can be bought."
I smiled bitterly. I had figured out why he was looking at me angrily..
"Didn't you get into my car too because I have money?"
"Naaaa!"
I sighed tiredly.
"I couldn't date a beggar. Yes, you have money, but in the bigger picture, I am not within your reach."
"Do you know who I am?!"
Suddenly, the guy had amnesia. These nouveau riche men who had just started making money from their shady business for 3 to 5 years, were always in a bad mood. They never had to wait. When they were upset, they
liked to brag about who they were and how great they were. But it wasn't his lucky day, he had to deal with me at that time.
"Yes, I knew you have great connections, but do you know what..."
I looked at the owner of the car and smiled.
"Do you know who my father is?"
"If you didn't know, someone will show up at your house today. This way you will know me better. Even a minister's son couldn't bother me that much."
We both stared at each other for a long time, as if we were fighting. I caught him feeling nervous as I looked away from him. He wouldn't want to do
this.
"I'm sorry."
