My Naughty Fake Bride - 106 In A Good Mood

Nevertheless, it was a good opportunity for her that she should not miss. Han Jie took a deep breath.

“Wait here.” She muttered to Jonah and strode over to where Suzuki Kyou was standing.

When she was in front of him, Han Jie saw him frown, while his driver stepped back. There was no one else around them now.

“I know you don’t want me here, and I’m sorry for lying to you. But I had to do whatever I could to help my family. So I accept responsibility, and I’m willing to take whatever punishment intended for my family.” Han Jie rushed out in one breath.

Suzuki Kyou tilted his head as he stared at her a while. This, of course, made Han Jie feel nervous and awkward.

“We can talk more in the office. I’ll tell assistant Ye to get you some sweets.” He said, and just as he did that, the elevator door opened.

Han Jie appreciatively smiled as she stepped in the elevator with him. ‘He must be in a good mood. I hope the same for the entire talk…’ She thought to herself hopefully.

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Han Jun woke up slowly, his body adjusting to the daylight and the liquor he’d drank last night in the privacy of his room.

He turned his head slowly without opening his eyes so he wouldn’t feel dizzy or nauseous when he opened his eyes. Finally, he opened his eyes when he was sure he was facing his alarm clock on his bedside table.

‘Six am.’ Han Jun smiled with pride. Han Jun liked to celebrate every achievement, although everyone thinks that he is a grumpy dude.

He didn’t care if the people around him thought him to be cocky and arrogant. He celebrated every achievement with a proud smile, sometimes a little too smug, but he let the world know he was proud of himself. Like now, or every morning he woke up on time.

Han Jun may have conditioned himself to wake up at a usual when he had just been thirteen years old, but every time he woke up and beat his alarm, he took it as an achievement, so he celebrated even at twenty-five.

Just because he didn’t set the alarm anymore didn’t mean he still couldn’t wallow in his pride.

Han Jun sat up slowly, proud smile still in place as he stared at the glass of water and painkillers he had left for himself the night before.

He swallowed the painkillers and gulped down the water. The hangover he’d anticipated this morning was not as bad. But then he’d been well prepared for his night of drinking, eating copious amounts of bread during dinner alongside his very well balanced food.

Han Jun made sure to never mess with his health, and this was also added as an achievement. At this age, most people would have gone to the hospital at least once for alcohol poisoning but not him.

Never him.

His father had been Han Feng’s younger brother by about two years, but that hadn’t made them close. Han Jun’s father had been bitter. Bitter that his brother had been the golden boy, bitter that Han Feng had been his parents pride taking their barely floating company and turning it into a multi-billion company.

Han Jun’s father hadn’t cared that his brother had had to drop out of college so he could go. He hadn’t cared that his brother had worked himself to almost an early grave for his family to have a better life.

All Han Jun’s father had cared about was the fact that Han Feng had taken the girl he wanted, the girl he believed he loved. Han Hua. Han Feng’s wife.

The woman who had worked just as hard to help Han Feng realize his dreams. The woman who had put her massive inheritance on the line in the name of love. But Han Jun’s father hadn’t understood that love was all aunt Hua had always wanted.

Han Jun’s father had just wanted her inheritance. When aunt Hua had rejected him for his brother, he married Mira’s best friend and Han Feng’s former lover in a fit of jealousy and with the hopes that she would cause issues in his brother’s marriage. But that hadn’t been the case.

By the time Han Feng and Hua had their twins, they had reconciled with Han Jun’s mother, and all had been well. Except for Han Jun’s father.

He had let his bitterness show until he had his son Han Jun. Han Jun hadn’t been the golden child his father had expected. He’d been wayward, acting however he wanted, and had smoked his first cigarette at age ten.

When at age twelve, five months before his birthday thirteenth birthday, his father had caught him with his baby sitter, a boy almost seven years older, his father had driven him to his uncle Han Feng’s house in a fit of fury.

He had fought with his brother for the very last time before taking his wife from her visit with her family and driving them off a bridge three miles away from his Han Feng’s house. Han Jun had never told anyone of the circumstances surrounding that day. He’d been too numbed at first, then too ashamed to tell anyone what had gone wrong. The event had almost broken Han Jun, Jed been filled with guilt.

Han Feng hadn’t wanted to send him to a therapist, not because he didn’t care but because he knew Han Jun’s pride would have been hurt. So Han Feng had spoken to him like a man asking him to make an achievement of himself. So Han Jun had done just that.

He’d made every day into a challenge, finding one thing or the other to achieve each day. When he’d turned thirteen, he’d asked his uncle to put him to work at the company. By fifteen, he’d become a supervisor under a different branch in the company.

His cousin, Han Mei, had been placed under him to study the inner workings of the company. Together they had risen up in the company. They were fast, efficient, and intelligent. They had been a power duo. Until his cousin had trusted the wrong person then left him with her mess to clean up.

Han Jun had been angry. He had felt the bitterness cling to him during the first few months of the incident. Whenever he felt the bitterness rise to an almost uncontrollable point, he called his other cousin Han Jie at that time.

They were like chalk and cheese. Different in every way there was. But they understood each other at a level no one else did. They snapped at each other, and they tried to bite each other’s heads off, and they did whatever would irritate the other intentionally.

But that was their way of showing their love. They had started this routine when Han Jun had first come to live with them. Han Jie had been determined to know what caused his father to bring him to their house on a school night.

Han Jie had bothered him the most on the days he was most depressed. Han Jun hadn’t known until much later that Han Jie didn’t like seeing him sad.

By then, Han Jun had learned to be as much as a butt hole as he could be without hurting his cousin too deeply. Han Jun would never admit it, but he was grateful for Han Jie’s help.

She’d pushed him forward, never letting him have a moment of peace, so he’d pushed back, and now they had a standard—a level of understanding known only to the both of them.

Which was why he couldn’t let anyone down today as they needed to make things better for the agreement.

Han Jun got out of bed and dressed in his gym clothes, which consisted of basketball shorts and a black tank top as usual. He’d heard Han Jie sneak out of the house during his rambling thoughts. He knew she was going to Suzuki Kyou, hoping to help ease things for her family. ‘Good luck to her…’

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Author’s Note:

If you also have free time, please check out my other books, while waiting for the update:

– Beneficial Union: Chasing A Rogue Wife

– Marriage Right’s: Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife

– Baby Contract: Forced Deal with a Dragon

– OtherThoughs (For Announcements and Oneshots)

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