A dwarf in past life, but an artistic genius in this life

4

Taxis were lined up along the street in front of the café.

However, Jung Young-joo walked in the opposite direction.

Min-young, surprised by her actions, asked hesitantly.

"Um, the taxis are over here, though?"

When Min-young innocently pointed it out, Young-joo gave a small smile.

"Just wait a bit. It'll be here soon."

In less than a minute, a luxurious sedan smoothly pulled up in front of them.

Then, as if in a scene from a drama, a man in a neat suit stepped out from the driver's seat and opened the door for them.

"Please, get in."

"Oh..."

The car's white leather seats and elegant wooden accents gave off an unmistakable air of luxury. Min-young, worried about dirtying the pristine seat, repeatedly dusted off her pants before awkwardly helping Jung-hwan into the car.

"Let's go."

At Young-joo's signal, the driver took the wheel. Although the ride was smooth, Min-young remained stiff and uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Young-joo tugged lightly at the hem of her clothes.

"Relax. It's not going to wear out."

"I just don't want to take any chances."

As she settled into the seat, Min-young's eyes curiously wandered around the interior of the car. Something soon caught her attention-a magazine with a large photo of Young-joo on the cover.

Unthinkingly, Min-young picked it up.

Under the bold headline, a photo of Young-joo glaring at a painting was displayed. Below that, the subtitle read, "The Star of Korean Art Criticism: Jung Young-joo."

"Oh my."

Embarrassed by the attention, Young-joo averted her gaze.

Min-young's eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, "You're amazing! I've only ever seen critics on TV."

Although she had sensed Young-joo had an air of sophistication, learning that she was an art critic made her seem even more impressive.

"I'm flattered. Honestly, I should have introduced myself properly when I was arranging your sister's discharge, but things were so hectic I completely forgot."

"Oh, it's no problem at all! I understand. But did Jung-hwan really draw a picture to find you? How on earth did he draw it..."

Young-joo reached into the front seat and handed Min-young a yellow envelope.

Inside was a single sheet of paper-a portrait of Young-joo drawn by Jung-hwan.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my!"

Min-young kept repeating the words like a parrot as she alternated between looking at the portrait and at Young-joo herself.

The portrait and Young-joo were undeniably the same person, despite a few minor differences.

The fact that her son had drawn such a portrait left her in disbelief.

Noticing Min-young's astonished expression, Young-joo asked again.

"Are you sure Jung-hwan has never taken any art lessons? Has he ever attended a private art studio?"

"No. He didn't even enjoy drawing much as a child. He preferred playing outside."