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When Yeonjun parked the motorcycle back in his garage, his heart still hadn't calmed down. He felt disrespected and that pained him incredibly. It had never happened before that a man he liked said something like that to him and therefore it was a mixture of disappointment and anger with which he threw the helmet onto the small cabinet. His driving had been miserable and he had only been lucky that no car had been coming towards him, otherwise Yeonjun might have crashed. He was drunk and it truly counted as a miracle that he had arrived home in one piece.

But this fact did not make him any happier as he trudged toward the exit of the garage to get inside the house. It was late at night and his mother was supposed to be asleep.

But she wasn't.

Choi Jiwoo was sitting in her bathrobe in the living room completely upset and had definitely been crying as well. As soon as she heard her son and saw him come into the room with her, the businesswoman jumped up and rushed towards her chick. With both hands, she firmly grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against her for a moment, however, the woman's emotions boiled over and she again held Yeonjun an arm's length away from her. "Why did you take the motorcycle!!!" gasped Jiwoo. "I told you so many times not to ride it!"

Dazed by the alcohol, Yeonjun blinked at his mother. Her tone hurt his head and he snorted. "Nothing happened," he grumbled angrily, and immediately the rumors popped into his head.

The ones he had seen on the news.

Was his mum hiding something?

"I don't care about that! You're never riding that thing again, do you hear me!?" the single mother hissed energetically.

Immediately, Yeonjun broke free from her grip as the cutting voice swept through the room. "Don't you tell me what I'm allowed to do and what I'm not allowed to do when you're doing forbidden things yourself!" he screeched back in rage, his voice having risen in pitch by now.

The whole evening was too much for him and now to get a telling off, the spoiled 24-year-old could not stand.

"Excuse me!?" snapped Jiwoo, startled, but at the same time quite incensed at her son's words. She couldn't understand what possessed him and held a hand against her chest in bewilderment. "How dare you talk to me like that?" she retorted, and for the first time in her life, her fingers itched. "Watch your language, young man! I am your mother! I can very well tell you what to do!"

"Then you should pay attention to how others talk about you!" hissed Yeonjun, trying to distract from his own mistake. "Or is it true what everyone says?"

Choi Jiwoo took a step back and frowned.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Yeonjun crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at his mother seriously as he said, "Well, the thing with Choi Kenneth! You had an affair with him back then, now everyone is saying you had something to do with him ending up in prison! I'm sure you didn't miss being on the news, or did you have better things to do?"

Yeonjun was clearly alluding to the fact that his mother had often been away from home because of her affair with the Samsung CEO.

The woman's eyes widened indignantly and this time her hand actually slipped. Not necessarily firmly, but it definitely came as a surprise to both mother and son that a slap had fallen. And even though Jiwoo would be sorry later, she could not tolerate her son treating her like that. Even if you could tell he was shocked by the slap. "That's enough! Go to your room! And until you learn that you too have rules to follow, you'll get nothing more from me!"

Yeonjun escaped a shocked laugh as he held his fingers to his slightly pinching cheek. "You don't mean that anyway," he hissed, turning back in place and heading in the direction of his room. His mother had threatened to cut him off many times, but they had always been empty threats.

"It's time for you to grow up!" shouted Choi Jiwoo after her son, and then stomped off to her bedroom herself, sobbing.