Chapter 52 – Smiling Confucian Style Deal Exchange
“Do you know where Mr. Shin is?”
I was wondering if he was a Confucian girl who took care of all the family ancestral rites, so I asked him where his family home was since they had the same last name. Dad shook his head and patted his forehead as if it was something he had experienced only once or twice.
“I should have asked your name first, but I never thought it was Mr. Shin…” .”
“What if the last name is the same?”
When I quietly asked my father, he lowered his voice and told me.
“Son. He is a true Confucian old man. “I’m referring to someone like your mother who tries to act like an adult by asking for someone’s last name even if they haven’t seen each other before.”
“Is that really that big?”
“It has value, but it’s not so great that you can ignore someone you’ve never met.”
“Hey, where is that kind of person in the world these days…” .”
Ah, it’s a question I didn’t know to ask.
That person is right in front of me.
“I asked just in case. Contrary to my initial preconceptions, they seemed to be polite and knew how to respect their elders, so I thought they were from a well-established family. In fact, it’s not easy for young people these days to know that.”
Just by looking at him speaking, he seems like he came from the Joseon Dynasty. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a story about someone bringing a girlfriend, but seeing that they had the same last name, so they conducted a census of the main building.
As my dad said, who cares about that kind of thing in today’s world…
“I am the 34th generation descendant of the Mungyeong Shin clan Chowongong faction.”
Wow, this can be a conversation?
Hye-ji’s appearance looking at her mother, sitting on her sofa with her legs somewhat together, looks pretty today.
‘… Then, I am the one who opened up both the back and front vagina of the daughter of that deep-boned family.’
The pride that a lowly knight would feel after marrying the villainous daughter of a historic dukedom seemed to surge into my heart. However, since she compares Hye-ji to her villainous daughter, she is overly knowledgeable and open-minded about sex, so it would be a good thing if she didn’t feel a sense of accomplishment, let alone shame and humiliation.
While she was thinking about something else for a moment, her mother suddenly took her hand, as if she had just met a Korean person from the other side of the world, a person from her hometown.
“Oh my, I’m also from the Mungyeong Shin Chowwongong faction!”
I never thought I would face ‘Where is Mr. Choi?’ In real life. I feel dizzy. However, Hyeji quietly lowered her head and left her hands in her mother’s hands.
“This is how I meet someone from the same family. Lol…”
“Of course, I already noticed that the chopsticks were neat and neat.”
“My parents taught me.”
“Look at that, look at that. We, the Mungyeong Shin clan Chowongongpa, know ten when we see one.”
Ohhoho, Mom laughs and covers her mouth. But didn’t her parents teach her how to use chopsticks? It’s a shame that Hyeji is good at using chopsticks, but if she had used chopsticks as she wanted, I would have found fault with her. Just thinking about her makes my head ache.
Trying to hide her nervousness, she listens with interest to see if her mother says anything else.
“No, I was so happy when I heard that I was Chowongongpa, that I didn’t even know what generation I was from. What did Hyeji say about the route?”
Her mother’s tone has definitely become softer than at first. She’s pretty and friendly, and she has good manners. I don’t know if they’re useful, but she’s good at using chopsticks, and she’s from the same clan. Aside from the fact that she draws sexy pictures, she honestly has everything her mother would like.
Even if she goes anywhere, she just has to go to Seoul. For me, who has no interest in the main house, as long as things work out well without friction with her mother, that’s enough. Still, the atmosphere between the two was good, so it was time to take a break.
“Oh, mother, I am the 34th generation descendant of the Chowongong family.”
“Uh, uh… Yes?”
“34th generation descendant, yo.”
The smile disappears from her mother’s face when she hears her answer. Her mother’s face was noticeably dark as she slowly withdrew her hands that were holding Hyeji’s hand.
Why again? What is it?
What’s the problem?
“No, uh, he’s really the 34th generation… “What?”
“Yes. My parents definitely said that. “May I ask you again?”
“No, no, no. Ah, so, the 34th generation…”
What is the 34th generation?
What on earth is the problem?
As if I wasn’t paying attention as I was worried about how to react because I didn’t know what was going on, my mom shook her head once and lowered her head.
“… I am the 38th generation… “Yes.”
Ah.
Ah?
So now… It’s like, ‘How old are you in the Marine Corps?’ Isn’t it?
Mom looked at her face and saw that she didn’t look like she was playing around at all. It’s like she’s so white that she can’t even raise her head towards Hyeji.
It was like a child being scolded for being naughty.
Hyeji quietly looked at her with an expression of interest, then straightened her shrunken shoulders and stretched out her body on purpose.
“Are you below me? That’s your line too.”
A Confucian style attack was performed.
Seeing that, I cleared up one misunderstanding about her mother. At least my mother wasn’t a ‘Confucian old man’. It was clearly wrong to treat strangers like strangers using the battle line as a weapon.
Because she thought it was so important, she was completely humble in front of those who were higher than I.
“Mother.”
“No, don’t call me mother. It’s absurd that I’m like, wow, if you’re so high up in rank, what should I call you? Let’s see…”
“Are you okay. The world isn’t like that these days. Please just relax, Hyeji. Since it’s uncomfortable for me, I’ll just call you mother.”
“Even though…”
“Mother.”
Hyeji felt a little hot, so she grabbed the collar of her blouse and shook it off a couple times for emphasis with a smile.
“I feel uncomfortable.”
Her mother shrugged her shoulders, lowered her eyes, and bowed her head, as if being crushed by her forceful tone.
“Well, then just, Hyeji…” . Sir, I will do it…”
“That’s good. We are comfortable with each other.”
Hyeji tried to cross her legs as if to show off, but when her father and her eyes met, she gently brought her legs together again. However, when her father scolded her without her mother knowing and winked at her, Hyeji smiled and even crossed her legs.
Mrs. Shin Soo-hee, 38, was literally like a scared child in front of her 34-year-old great-grandson Shin Hye-ji, who was almost an adult in her family.
“Hey, Hyeji. That’s why I held hands and spoke carelessly and did things like that earlier…”
“I know. I don’t care about that. Before she is the one below, she is the mother of the boyfriend I love. Right?”
The image of Hyeji smiling while looking at me while saying that is not the image of a descendant of several generations from a family that does not know whether she is from the public or energy faction, but the image of writer Satomi who has to take care of each one of them in some awkward way. It was exactly what I knew.
However, when necessary, she returned as a master of the Confucian style attack that her mother found so difficult.
“Speaking of which, I actually came here today to ask for permission to date.”
“Ah, fellowship… “What?”
Hyeji declared strongly to her mother who kept rubbing her hands on her knees.
“I love you son so much. We met because we had similar hobbies and were somehow attracted to each other, but the more we met, the more kind and sincere he became. “What I’m saying is that my body and mind are completely lost in my mother’s son.”
“Body… ?”
At those words, her mother raised her head and looked at Hyeji with an expression that doubted her ears.
“Hold your head up high. Out of habit.”
A quick attack from the Joseon Dynasty flew in with an unmistakably cold look in his eyes.
“Oh, uh, sorry… Do. I was so surprised. Could it be that Hyeji just… Is what you said a lie or…”
This really seems to bother me quite a bit. As a Confucian beggar to her core, she seemed unable to understand that an unmarried man and woman would mix their bodies.
If it were the way it was, it would be a really embarrassing cause, and we would have to be busy trying to explain it.
“Ana really… It makes me talk like this.”
“Yes, to put it bluntly, I had a belly button bump with my mother’s son. I received your son!! Are you done?”
Wow fuck.
It really ended up being an outing in front of my parents.
“You raised my son so well that I fell so madly in love with him that I wanted to give him everything I had, so I even gave him my virginity. Is that such a big mistake? “I’m so proud that it’s my mother’s son who took my virginity.”
I don’t know anymore. Whatever happens, happens. I decided to try my best to ignore my father, who was looking at me with passionate eyes and slapping me until my thumbs were worn out.
The mother looked quite shocked and distraught, but she muttered and muttered helplessly, trying to accept what Hyeji had said about the bastard’s actions.
“My son, my son has an unmarried wife, no… This can be happened. You said it could be done, so it can be done. Ah, ahhh…”
Hyeji brought her face closer to her mother, who was repeating the same words with a look on her face, and asked again.
“So, are you giving us permission?”
“Oh, of course…”
“If you don’t like it, say no. It’s okay.”
If I say no in that situation, how much more will I confide in? It was the first time in her life that Hyeji looked like an old lady. But she also realized for the first time that the old man could seem very righteous in some cases.
Thank you, ancestors, whether you are from the grassland farming group or the energy group. Thanks to her ancestors, her mother was no longer able to yell at Hyeji. I will do my best at the ancestral rites.
Hyeji made eye contact with her father for a moment, then returned to her appearance as a friendly and friendly 21-year-old girl and asked her mother.
“Mother, I am so thankful for the meal and tea. “Can I just wake up now?”
“Oh, yes, um… Hyeji, whatever you want…”
“Oppa, please take me there.”
At those words, I stood up hesitantly and followed Hyeji. Her father also followed Hyeji’s footsteps, looking as if he had let go of a ten-year-old problem.
Hyeji crossed her arms in front of her father and asked boldly.
“My brother, can I come in tomorrow?”
Dad must have been impressed by Hyeji’s performance and nodded at her with moist eyes.
“You can take them out and live there.”
Hye-ji and her father exchanged winks and winks as they met each other and greeted each other with their fists together.
“Well then, see you next time!”
I left the house with a refreshing greeting, and as soon as the door closed, Hyeji quickly snuggled up next to me and said, “Oppa!” He wrapped his arms around her.
“How was I?”
The sight of Hyeji looking up at me with her bright eyes and sticking out her head for a pat was no different from usual, but the gap with the sight of her scolding her mother earlier was so severe that I wondered if it was the same person.
But what.
Good is good.
Anyway, we were allowed to date, and even though we didn’t mean to, we found out about each other’s skinship progress.
“Shall we go on a motel date?”
“I love it!”
To commemorate the complete victory, I should give a reward to Hyeji.
