Chapter 65: Come to My House

Yoon Nam-hyuk held the thin letter in his arms.

With red-rimmed eyes, he thought, I’ve already found my happiness, Mama. It’s a very beautiful relationship—equal, tolerant, and mutually supportive. Wherever Qi Huai is, that’s the future I want.

Yoon Nam-hyuk leaned back into Qi Huai’s arms. Qi Huai held him from behind, his body gently swaying.

As a child raised by an AI, he had never understood what it felt like to have parents. But today, he seemed to feel that indescribable power from two thin sheets of paper.

They sat quietly for a long time before opening the rest of the items. Besides the key to the house, there was also the contact information for the agency responsible for looking after the property in America, and the documents for Ms. Hyun’s adoption of Lee Min-ryong.

Ms. Hyun’s memento, sealed for many years, had finally seen the light of day. Unfortunately, it seemed to have appeared a little too late, causing Yoon Nam-hyuk, who should have been free long ago, to languish in the Yoon family for many years.

Fortunately, perhaps Yoon Tae-min had deliberately intended to humiliate Ms. Hyun, wanting her memento to witness in her stead how her beloved son would be trapped in the mire of the Yoon family for his entire life. Therefore, he had not tried to break open the password box to uncover its secrets.

He disdained his wife, and he also disdained his own son, trying to control and play with them. It was precisely because of this arrogance and shamelessness that he only learned the truth of Lee Min-ryong not being his biological son at the last moment of his life.

Ding-dong, ding-dong—

The doorbell rang for no reason.

Qi Huai and Yoon Nam-hyuk looked at each other and quickly put away the password box. As expected, they had come. They’re here, Qi Huai thought. He gently kissed Yoon Nam-hyuk and squeezed his earlobe. “Be careful.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk was uneasy. “You too.”

Qi Huai smiled and nodded. As he got up, he slipped the small, ornate knife from the bedside table into his pocket. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s ears were steaming. “…You, you still have it.”

“It’s a token of our love,” Qi Huai said.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was speechless. “You’re just making excuses.”

He clearly snatched it.

The doorbell rang more and more urgently. Qi Huai turned on the video screen and saw a property management staff member outside the door. “Sir, there’s an elevator maintenance work order that we need all residents to help confirm. Because it involves maintenance fees, so…”

A very good reason.

Actor Qi adjusted his expression, his innocence and confusion just right. He decisively opened the door, and was shocked to come face to face with three prosecutors standing in the CCTV blind spot.

“Excuse me, are you Qi Huai?” the lead prosecutor asked with a serious expression.

“Uh, yes.” Qi Huai’s eyes were flustered. “Excuse me, what can I do for you?”

The prosecutor quickly showed an arrest warrant and motioned for his men to arrest him. “We suspect you are related to foreign forces and are suspected of espionage. Please come with us.”

Espionage, a huge accusation.

Qi Huai obediently went downstairs to cooperate with the investigation, following them into a GL8 with tinted windows.

The car door closed, the atmosphere oppressive and stagnant. Qi Huai was surrounded by burly men in black suits, who looked more like members of an illegal organization than prosecutors.

It seems my treatment is much higher than Choi Min-jun’s, Qi Huai couldn’t help but smile. “Mr. Prosecutor, since I’m suspected of espionage, aren’t you going to search my house? Are you in such a hurry to take me away?”

“Ya! Shibal, it’s not your place to tell the prosecution how to do things—” The burly man who had been cursing suddenly fell silent. He looked down in shock at the small, ornate knife sticking out of his abdomen. “You, you…”

“Mr. Prosecutor, your tattoo is showing,” Qi Huai smiled. “And, the knife missed your vital organs. You won’t die.”

The next second, the car erupted in chaos.

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Bedroom.

After Qi Huai left, Yoon Nam-hyuk sat silently on the bed. He checked his phone again and again, anxiously waiting for news from his lover.

His phone suddenly lit up. A message from Kim Min-kyung came before Qi Huai’s. 「Nam-hyuk, I heard Actor Qi was taken away by the prosecution for espionage. I can help you, but my father has conditions. If you want to know, come to my house yourself.」

Following that were several photos, including Qi Huai’s pile of passports of different nationalities and his questionable overseas experience records.

Yoon Nam-hyuk sighed, remembering what Qi Huai had said just now: “He won’t give up. A person who has spent at least ten years planning revenge, even to the point of murder—his obsession and ruthlessness are beyond our imagination. Do you remember the plan we made before? Force him to show all his cards. Only then can you and Woosan be completely safe.”

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Underground garage.

A full seven burly men disguised as prosecutors were forced to sit in a row in the car like frozen pork. Some had bleeding foreheads, others had holes in their abdomens. The scene looked very much like a crime scene.

“Mr. Qi, should we send them to the police station now?” The two bodyguards wiped their sweat silently. Is this guy really an actor? they thought.

The employer was better at fighting than the bodyguards. When they arrived, half the people in the car had already been taken down. His stabbing technique was also very professional…

Qi Huai frowned in thought. “Have Dr. Choi send a few people to treat their wounds. There’s no rush to call the police. After they wake up, we’ll ask their identities and then decide.”

He had zero trust in the Korean police right now. Rather than waiting for them to deliberately delay and leak information internally, adding to their troubles, it was better to ask them himself first.

But he could guess without thinking that it must be that guy Eun Chul-woo who had gotten desperate.

At the hotel on the film set, that guy, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had not dealt him a fatal blow, which had allowed him to return to Seoul and spread the alibi, leading to Nam-hyuk’s acquittal.

Nearly ten years of meticulous planning had been destroyed by him. The other must be very angry. That’s why there was today’s drama. The purpose was to destroy Qi Huai’s body and make sure he could never hinder his plans again.

What would Eun Chul-woo’s new plan be? Was it to use his espionage charge to force Yoon Nam-hyuk to give up Woosan?

Beep, beep—

Qi Huai answered the phone. “Hello?”

Assistant Yoo: “Actor Qi, the president received a message from Best Actor Kim and is on his way to his house.”

As expected, Qi Huai frowned. “Got it. You guys follow him first. I’ll be right there.”

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Yoon Nam-hyuk arrived at Kim Min-kyung’s villa first.

The entire villa was of a modern style with avant-garde design. The living room on the second floor had super-long French windows and a party terrace, which was very much in line with Kim Min-kyung’s hedonistic preferences.

It was already late. The French windows were covered with hazy, semi-transparent silk and linen curtains. A man’s figure sat by the window, his legs crossed lazily, one hand supporting his head as he looked out the window.

Kim Min-kyung loved to sleep on the sofa when he was half-drunk. Anyone who knew him knew this habit.

Yoon Nam-hyuk rang the doorbell, only to find that the door was unlocked.

Did he deliberately leave the door open for me? He took out his phone and held it in his hand, then touched the weapon Qi Huai had left him, a Swiss army knife. He calmed himself and walked upstairs slowly.

“Min-kyung?”

The entire second floor was a completely open space. On one side was a home theater living room with various artistic sofas as the centerpiece. On the other was an open-plan Western kitchen with a cooking island as the centerpiece.

Yoon Nam-hyuk stepped onto the second floor and looked at Kim Min-kyung, who was curled up on the sofa with his back to him. He called out again, “Min-kyung, I’m here.”

Kim Min-kyung, his head propped up, still didn’t answer him.

Strange, too strange.

Yoon Nam-hyuk felt a sudden pang of panic. His instincts told him to run, but emotionally, as if he had foreseen a certain ending, he pursed his lips and quickly walked towards him, his voice even trembling slightly. “Min-kyung…”

Kim Min-kyung, who was touched on the shoulder by him, was completely unaware. His body tilted. His skin, which was already a beautiful cold white, had always been a favorite of brands. At this moment, his complexion was even whiter, even cooler, like jade, giving off a faint glow.

The dark green velvet sofa was soaked with a dark, spreading stain, giving off a faint, bloody smell that made Yoon Nam-hyuk’s vision go black, dizzy with disbelief.

“Min… Min-kyung!”

Yoon Nam-hyuk frantically pressed down on his wound, subconsciously taking out his phone to call an ambulance. The next second, a rapid beeping countdown suddenly came from under the sofa where he was.

Damn it—

It can’t be!?

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s expression changed instantly. He propped him up and moved away from the sofa as fast as he could. The countdown from under the sofa became more and more urgent. There was no time to go downstairs. He could only do his best to drag him and hide behind the kitchen island, using the marble island as a shield.

Boom!

The handmade sofa, worth tens of millions of won, was blown to pieces by a timed bomb. The French windows on the second floor also shattered.

The sparkling, scattered glass fragments were like a person’s brilliant but short life, reflecting the moonlight, falling from the sky like fireworks, sinking to the bottom of the cold swimming pool, silent forever.

Yoon Nam-hyuk’s ears were ringing.

The sofa near the explosion point instantly caught fire, and the flames spread rapidly. Compared to Qi Huai, who had almost been sealed in the hotel room, Yoon Nam-hyuk was relatively lucky, because he soon heard the shouts of Assistant Yoo and the bodyguards running up from downstairs.

“President! President, are you okay?!”

Yoo Ji-hoon separated the stunned Yoon Nam-hyuk from Kim Min-kyung and helped him run downstairs. The other bodyguard carried Kim Min-kyung on his back. The moment he touched his skin, the bodyguard’s face froze.

Soon, ambulances, fire trucks, and police arrived one after another. But even the shrillest sirens could not drown out the chaos in Yoon Nam-hyuk’s heart.

Kim Min-kyung was placed on a stretcher. The doctor checked his pulse and pupils and shook his head regretfully.

Confirmed dead.