The Woman Who Drives a Ferrari

Chapter 93 The Woman Who Drives a Ferrari

Whenever Jung Do-hoon visited Roh Jae-heon's residence in Seoul, he couldn't help but marvel at how Roh Tae-woo had left his son a substantial inheritance.

This lavishly decorated villa in a wealthy neighborhood is just one of Lu Zaixian's many mansions. Before his divorce, he lived in Hong Kong for a long time, and this villa was left for his sister, Lu Suying, to stay temporarily.

When Jung Do-hoon rang the doorbell, Noh Jae-heon was on the second floor talking on the phone with a VIP. Choi Min-jeong opened the door.

This older sister, a Peking University graduate now serving in the Navy, happened to be on leave today. She immediately noticed the Moutai Zheng Daoxun was carrying and readily pulled him into the living room: "Ready to drink yourself into oblivion and stay here tonight?"

"Dohoon, you really know how to pick your days. It just so happens that I'm on vacation at home today." Choi Min-jeong glanced at the Moutai in Jung Dohoon's hand and clicked her tongue.

Although she wasn't an alcoholic, she did enjoy drinking.

"Min-jeong noona, you're getting more and more handsome." Jung Do-hoon placed the Moutai on the coffee table and caught the apple that Choi Min-jeong threw to him.

Jung Do-hoon and Choi Min-jeong met at a gathering of international students.

This woman is very persevering and hardworking. She even worked part-time to earn her tuition and pocket money while studying abroad. If other classmates hadn't told him, he wouldn't have seen any trace of a wealthy heiress in her.

From renting off-campus housing to providing academic advice and internship opportunities, Choi Min-jeong took special care of Jung Do-hoon. With the help of Noh Jae-heon, Jung Do-hoon naturally became very close to the Noh family.

"But your timing isn't perfect. My best friend isn't here today, otherwise I could introduce her to you."

"Noona, how can you be so sure I don't have a girlfriend?" Jung Do-hoon took a bite of his apple. "It's really hurting my pride."

At least in his previous life, Jung Do-hoon never brought Minatozaki Sana to meet Noh Jae-heon.

"If you had a girlfriend, wouldn't you bring her to meet Uncle Jae-heon?" Choi Min-jeong took out the Moutai and examined it carefully. "My best friend's father is a member of the National Assembly, and her mother is a judge at the Seoul Central District Court. She's also very beautiful. She's more than a match for you."

This family setup sounds so familiar.

Zheng Daoxun's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he stopped eating the apple.

"Noona, your best friend isn't named Park Ah-jung, is she?"

"?! You two know each other?"

They were more than just acquaintances; Park Ah-jeong was kept at her workstation in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building by Jeong Do-hoon to work overtime.

If she can't come, Zheng Daoxun can be said to bear full responsibility.

"She is my assistant."

A moment of silence fell over the living room. Then, Choi Min-jin's eyes widened. "How come I didn't know you two had this kind of relationship?"

It's only been a little over two months since Zheng Daoxun returned to Korea, and Cui Minzhen was serving in the navy, at sea, so it's normal for information to be delayed.

Before Jung Do-hoon could continue, Choi Min-jeong made a phone call to Park Ah-jeong: "Ah-jeong, come to my house now."

"No way, unnie, didn't I say I had to work overtime today?" Park Ah-jeong's frustrated sigh came through the speakerphone.

"Forget working overtime, come to my house as fast as you can. I'll cover for you if anything happens." Choi Min-jeong placed her hand on Jung Do-hoon's shoulder and gently pinched it—

It hurts.

No wonder he's a naval petty officer.

"What if I can't finish the task? My boss is a complete workaholic."

Choi Min-jeong glared at Jung Do-hoon, as if questioning him about how he had managed to turn her best friend into this.

Jung Do-hoon felt extremely wronged. As a leader, it was normal for him to assign tasks. Park Ah-jung was already fulfilling her duties, and in order not to affect the weekend, she insisted on working overtime to finish the work tonight. How could he possibly stop her?

"Don't worry, if your boss dares to have even the slightest opinion, I'll tear his mouth apart!"

Jung Do-hoon sighed inwardly. In front of his older sister, Choi Min-jeong, he was completely at a disadvantage. Who would speak up for him?

Because temporary vehicles are not allowed to enter the community, Park Ah-jeong had to park her car in a nearby roadside parking space.

In front of her Land Rover, there was a rather eye-catching red Ferrari.

If it were just a dinner with her best friend, Park Ah-jeong wouldn't mind showing up empty-handed, but considering that there might be an elder at home, she decided to go to the nearby convenience store to buy some fruit.

In South Korea, buying fruit and visiting someone in person is always a safe bet.

Just as she stepped into the convenience store, she seemed to spot the owner of the red Ferrari from before. Bae Suzy was sitting by the window, slowly eating oden. She noticed Park Ah-jeong and, seemingly mistaking her for a fan, smiled gently at her.

Park Ya-jeong just smiled, didn't go up to say anything, bought some fruit, and headed towards Choi Min-jeong's house.

On the way there, Park Ah-jeong was still thinking about work.

She was originally a top student from the Department of Foreign Languages ​​at Seoul National University, and she met Jung Do-hoon, a boss who was extremely serious about his work. The two "birds of a feather" could be said to be a perfect match, with one willing to give and the other willing to receive.

Park Ah-jeong would occasionally wonder, with her background, how did Jung Do-hoon become a clerk at the age of 25 when he still had to start from a low-level assistant position?

As Park Ah-jeong pressed the doorbell, she was about to give Choi Min-jeong a big hug, but when the door opened, she froze, her outstretched arms frozen in place.

"Zheng————" Her eyes widened slightly.

Jung Do-hoon shrugged helplessly and made way for Choi Min-jeong, who was sitting in the living room chuckling with a look of utter morbid curiosity.

"I wanted to send you a message to remind you, but Minjeong-no-na wouldn't let me send you a message secretly."

"Unnie?!" Park Ah-jeong was still bewildered.

Roh Tae-woo was already quite good-looking, and thanks to his wife's strong genes, Roh Jae-heon and Roh So-young were also a handsome couple in their youth.

By the time of Roh Tae-woo's grandchildren, thanks to continuous genetic improvement, these children have become the best among their peers.

But Park Ah-jeong had never heard Choi Min-jeong mention that she had a handsome younger brother named Jung Do-hoon.

"Let me introduce you. This is my younger brother, Jung Do-hoon. Tonight, you two won't have a superior-subordinate relationship; just interact as such." Choi Min-jeong stepped forward and hooked her arm around Jung Do-hoon's neck, acting quite affectionately.

"Looking at it this closely, you two actually look a bit alike." Park Ah-jeong shrugged, secretly glancing at Jung Do-hoon, whose face was full of helplessness, and smiled: "What! I've been kept in the dark by you two for so long."

"I just found out about your relationship too." Jung Do-hoon and Park Ah-jeong stood in a row, taking advantage of the moment when Choi Min-jeong asked the nanny to wash the fruit, they exchanged information.

"Are you two really siblings?"

"We met while studying abroad," Jung Do-hoon whispered in her ear as he bent down. "It really is a small world."

The world may seem small, but many coincidences are perhaps also filled with inevitability.

Park Ah-jeong came to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to gain prestige, and so did Jeong Do-hoon.

"Speaking of which, I even ran into a big star when I arrived."

Who is it?

"Bae Suzy, you didn't expect this, did you?"

"She's here so early?" Jung Do-hoon feigned surprise, "Does she live nearby?"

"I don't know, I didn't talk to her. But I guess she's waiting for someone?" Park Ya-jeong gently nudged him.

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"Come on, Dohoon, little brother, I think dinner's almost ready."

"I'm more used to you calling me 'Secretary'."

"Is it a conflict that I call you by your job title at work, but call you 'Daoxun's younger brother' in my personal life?"

If only Zheng Daoxun hadn't said anything, he now felt immense regret.

But if he had to do it all over again, Jung Do-hoon would probably still mention it to get more information.

It's worth noting that Park Ah-jung's father is a member of parliament from the People's Republic of China, and the Lu family's background leans towards national power. It seems that the Lu family's influence is much deeper than I imagined.

But it makes sense, if Roh Jae-heon hadn't been so adept at navigating social situations, how could he have been appointed as ambassador to China after Mayor Lee took office?

"Dohoon, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." A familiar voice came from behind, and Jung Dohoon and Park Ah-jeong stopped and looked at the stairs.

Lu Zaixian slowly walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing. He and Lu Taiyu were truly cut from the same mold, looking very alike.

"Uncle Zai Xian!" they said in unison.

"Oh? Ya Jing is here too? This is going to be lively today." Lu Zai Xian walked up to the two of them with a smile, looked Zheng Dao Xun up and down with admiration, and patted him on the shoulder. "Your Aunt Su Ying will be back soon too. We're all family here today, so let's have a few more drinks."

Meanwhile, less than a kilometer away in a convenience store, Bae Suzy rested her chin on her hand and slowly swallowed the last bite of oden.

Jung Do-hoon, how much wine are you going to drink tonight?

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