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I still can’t believe how big this place is. It’s probably more land than all of the properties we own— well use to own, combined! Plus the scenery is simply amazing. I think I could get use to this.

As we finished the tour and I entered ahjusshi’s home, something about it made me feel instantly comfortable. Perhaps it was the atmosphere? I’m not entirely sure but it was nice. It was really nice actually.

And where did that gege of mine even go? I removed my shoes and noticed water on the floor. What happened here? I stared at it for a little bit longer but then was called into the dining room. I regained my senses and quickly followed the voice of baba.

Entering the beautiful yet simplistic furnished room, I discovered the elders all in their seats. There were two empty seats located right next to mama who was sitting on the left side of the table across from ahjusshi Zheng and baba with an empty seat in between them.  Hm, where should I sit? I thought about it for a moment but then saw mama sending me a pointed look telling me to sit next to her.

I pouted and went for the seat furthest from her in case she would swat my elbows for being on the table or pinch my thigh when I eat too fast.

Yifan can sit next to mama. I grinned but before I could sit, baba stopped me. “Xiazi, greet Mr. Kim.” He instructed.

I blinked at him confused and then I remembered the elderly man who had asked if we wanted a tour when we arrived. I turned to find him seated at the head of the table near me. “No need, dear. I know who you are. Your parents talked about you and your brother plenty of times.” He chuckled. For some reason, he reminds me of halmeoni. “You could call me harabeoji if you want.”

My heart softened, they are quite similar. “Yes, harabeoji.” I replied bowing and then taking my seat.

As we waited for everyone else, mainly Yifan and Mr. Zheng’s daughter, to arrive, the adults were catching up which made me feel left out. I had no idea what they were talking about and frankly this was quite boring. Then like he heard, Yifan finally reunited with me. Don’t tell me he was calling Hyunri or something. He took a seat next to me but the adults were still too engrossed with their conversations to notice.

“Oppa where were you? Ahjusshi and I turned around and you were gone.” I muttered.

“Aish, I don’t even want to talk about it. Some maniac threw water on me then kicked my shin and if that wasn’t enough she shoved a bucket over my head!” he exclaimed loud enough for the elders to hear.

They all ceased talking.

“Eh? Someone on this farm did that to you? That’s impossible.” Harabeoji defended.

Is he serious? He got beat up by a girl? Does he not know how big he is? Couldn’t he protect himself?

“I know you don’t want it to be true but it did happen and this bruise on my shin is evidence.” Yifan reasoned trying to be polite as he displayed his injury.

“It’s so purple and swollen!” I commented sort of intrigued as I was poking the contusion.

“Yah don’t play with it.” he winced rolling his pants back down.

I frowned and slouched in my seat. Then soon little footsteps were heard and all of our eyes fell to the entry way. Ah, must be ahjusshi's daughter.

Maybe, she’s cool. But being this rich, she’s probably spoiled and annoying like Hyunri.

Then out came a girl in a t-shirt and shorts. Omo! She’s that girl from the banquet! But before I could state my discovery, “YOU!” echoed through the room as Yifan and Yunhee— I think that’s her name, pointed their index fingers at the other. 

“You guys know each other?!” Mr. Zheng asked.

“Of course, Yunhee was mistaken for Yifan’s fiancée at the banquet!” baba reminded smiling as mama and I nodded in agreement.

This is crazy. What are the chances of her being his daughter? This is like a miracle.

“Fiancée, Sunwoo must’ve forgotten to tell us this.” Harabeoji chuckled, shaking his head.

“Mo tian lou?!” she shouted shocked. She speaks Mandarin like us too?! But wait did she just call gege a skyscraper? What a perfect description of him.

“Yunhee don’t refer to Kris as that. It’s not nice.” Her father reprimanded. I saw her face fall as she took her seat across from Yifan.

“Kris let me properly introduce you this is my daughter Jeong Yunhee.” He cooed, smiling.

 I glanced at her and her eyes were glued to her plate. “And Yunhee these are the Wus, whom you’ve already met.” Mr. Zheng completed as she nodded her head.

“Kris, tell us more about that maniac who attacked you. When we find her we’ll send her on her way.” Harabeoji assured as the food was loaded in. I noticed gege smiling as he stared across the table.

I trailed his gaze and saw that Yunhee’s face turned red as she drank her water.

“Well…” he suddenly trailed off. Is he waiting for something? I looked at him peculiarly and saw that he had propped an elbow on the table with his chin rested on top and his face was smeared with a smirk. Hey! Why isn’t mama hitting his elbow?!         

I blew air into my cheeks and then saw Yifan raising an eyebrow. I cocked my head to the right and looked at Yunhee who bit back her lip. I then returned my eyes back to Yifan and he did a quick wink with a smug smile. My pupils dilated as I ce more to Yunhee and saw that she was blushing so hard it was difficult not to notice. Next she pretended to gag as well.

WHAT IS THIS?!

“What are you guys doing?” Mr. Zheng questioned confused just as my parents and harabeoji were. I was a little confused as well but I knew something was going on between these two.

Yifan let out an awkward laugh and she had mirrored his action.

“Nothing.” They answered.

“It sure didn’t look like nothing.” I whispered but he obviously ignored my statement. Why the hell did he just wink!? I didn’t see wrong or hallucinate, did I? There’s no way! Yifan really did that. It wasn’t my imagination.  

“We’ll discuss the matter later, for now let’s eat.” He prodded lifting up his chopsticks.

We all nodded and followed suit as we began devouring our meal.

“Abeoji, today your cooking tastes amazing. Don’t you guys agree?” Mr. Zheng complimented, picking up some vegetables.

As I swallowed, I was the first to agree. “Neh, harabeoji you cook b