I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family Chapter 140

Kim Eun-ji, a representative of Namdong-gu Gap, serves on the Standing Committee for Public Safety Recovery.

The committee’s role is to address the severe public safety issues in Incheon and restore order and security. This responsibility is especially critical in Namdong-gu Gap, which houses the most problematic area in Incheon—the Namdong Industrial Complex.

However, she had never truly engaged in any aningful activities related to her position.

While the committee's purpose sounded impressive, it lacked the proper coordination with relevant departnts and agencies, operated on a tight budget, and held vague authority. Consequently, there was little she could accomplish.

Additionally, Kim Eun-ji had her own personal challenges. As a first-term representative, she had a weak support base and minimal influence within her party and the city’s political sphere.

"Please, do sothing about those thugs already! I’m terrified even to let my kids go outside. What if they get lost and wander into the wrong area?"

"Ah, yes. I completely understand. Even I’d hesitate to go near there. I sympathize with you."

"Excuse ? No, I don’t need your sympathy. I need you to fix it!"

"I really sympathize deeply."

"No, you—"

"The garbage problem is out of control! Those people just crawl out and dump trash everywhere!"

"Hmm… well, those people are walking trash, aren’t they? It’s natural for trash to fall off when trash walks."

"Excuse ?"

"It’s so noisy at night I can’t even sleep! There’s gunfire, explosions—please, do sothing, even if it’s just putting up soundproof walls!"

"Wouldn’t it be quicker for you to install a soundproof booth?"

"What did you say?"

"They keep raiding us on boats at all hours! We report it to the police, but they’re useless. Can’t you do sothing, Representative?"

"I… don’t have a boat. Sorry about that. I’ll contact the police again."

Of course, the biggest issue was her lack of willpower.

But it hadn’t always been this way. She had entered politics with grand ambitions to change this corrupt, rotten world.

And yet, reality hit her hard. She was faced with corruption and scandals on a scale far beyond her imagination. Eventually, she was consud by the system she sought to change.

They say disappointnt paralyzes a person.

Now, Kim Eun-ji simply coasted through her schedule, living a leisurely life as an idle representative. The funny thing? Nobody seed to mind.

No matter how poorly she handled citizen complaints, Namdong-gu remained a stronghold for her party, the Better Future Party. Losing votes wasn’t a concern.

So even if she sat idle, she was technically fulfilling her role—holding onto her district.

"Alright, team, you heard the complaints. Work on drafting so solutions."

"…."

With a boss like her, her staff followed suit. They would half-heartedly engage in vague discussions and, when pressed for results, throw together so half-baked legislation.

Kim Eun-ji would then pretend to persuade her colleagues with this weak proposal, eating up ti. Occasionally, they’d gather enough support—ten co-signers or more—to submit it to the legislative office, where it would be forwarded to the appropriate committee for review.

This bare minimum effort was enough to give the appearance of having "done sothing," and she eagerly broadcasted these monts on social dia.

Thus, she transford into an "industrious representative."

"Let’s grab lunch."

Kim Eun-ji assud today would pass just as uneventfully as usual.

No hope, no further disappointnt, and no passion—just another day in her inconsequential post.

‘How long am I supposed to keep this up?’

Comfortable, yes. Fulfilling? Not in the slightest.

But today didn’t go as she expected.

After lunch, she was greeted by her frantic aide.

"Rep-Representative!"

She turned her head lazily, still fiddling with a gapad, her legs propped up on the desk. On the screen, her ga character died.

It was a ga co-developed with a gaming company under the pretense of "public safety recovery." The logic? Distracting Namdong Industrial Complex’s gangsters with video gas would reduce their criminal activities.

"Yes?"

"The—uh—Prestige’s Go Muyeol’s secretary’s office… they want to et you!"

"Who?"

"Prestige’s Go—"

Her sleepy eyes snapped open, and she leapt to her feet. The wireless gapad dropped to the floor, shattering.

Not that it mattered. A big shot like him contacting her was unprecedented.

"Koryo Group?!"

"Yes! Exactly! And not just a branch family—direct lineage! Their secretary’s office reached out to us directly!"

"Why?"

"I’m not sure… but they ntioned sothing about congratulating you on the acquisition of the artificial island."

"Congratulating…?"

Of course, that couldn’t possibly be their real reason.

"That’s the guy, right? The massive player in entertainnt recently?"

"Yes."

"After smashing everything in Ganghwa, why would he, out of nowhere, contact —soone not even from that district?"

"What should we do? They’ve requested you visit as soon as possible."

"How soon?"

"No later than the day after tomorrow."

"Our schedule…"

She paused mid-sentence. Important schedule? What in Korea could be more important than a direct invitation from Koryo Group’s inner circle?

If soone like Go Muyeol reached out to a small-ti politician like her, it could only an sothing monuntal. This could be the mont to redefine her political career.

"Cancel tonight’s plans. Prepare so kind of congratulatory gift."

"Understood, Representative."

After her aide left, Kim Eun-ji sat deep in thought. Why would they contact her of all people?

‘Rumors say that druggie Go Muyeol’s been causing chaos everywhere recently. Is he looking to dabble in politics? The big players already have their connections, so maybe he’s targeting soone untainted, like .’

Then, glancing at the mirror in her office, she had another thought.

"Or could it be…?"

She inspected her face and body closely.

"Does he want… ?"

Go Muyeol’s notorious reputation for being a womanizer was no secret, especially after the havoc he wreaked in the entertainnt industry.

Running Koryo Entertainnt, he absorbed competing agencies or destroyed them with manipulated investigations. It was impossible not to know.

The rumors about him in the industry were rampant. A man who wielded his power—and other things—with abandon.

"Ah… Hmm…"

She deliberated. If that’s what he wanted, how should she respond? Should she spread her legs? Or reject him outright?

"Agh, what the hell is this now…"

"Master, Representative Kim Eun-ji has confird she will visit this evening."

"Really? That’s great. Tell her to co quickly. I guess my reputation still holds so weight if a city council mber cos running so promptly."

"Well, you are the heir of the Koryo Group."

"True, right?"

"Yes, sir."

His mood lifted instantly.

The sole direct heir of the Koryo Group.

How sweet the sound.

"What about the district mayor?"

Given that Incheon was a massive city with a population of over 30 million, a district mayor wielded influence comparable to that of a small-city mayor.

"Mayor Yeo Chae-rin said she won’t be able to attend in person due to a party event but ntioned that she could join via video conference."

"Video conference? How audacious."

"…."

A video call with the mighty Koryo Group?

Even my grandfather painstakingly writes docunts by hand, and my aunt and cousin conduct voice calls directly on their phones. How dare she propose a video conference?

To et soone of high status, one must discard all barriers and present their unfiltered self—bare face, bare presence. That’s proper respect. Tsk, tsk.

"Tell her to co in person by the end of the week."

"Understood. I’ll relay the ssage again."

The reason for acquiring all the land in Namdong Industrial Complex and clearing out the gangs was a grand redevelopnt plan. Without cooperation from the district mayor, the project couldn't begin.

In fact, nurous related departnts would also require consultations, so the sooner discussions happened, the better.

But these discussions couldn’t be entrusted to interdiaries or left to phones and written correspondence due to the sensitive nature of the information.

With Soo-ah still working on acquiring the remaining land, utmost caution was necessary.

Evening arrived.

After enduring a day filled with headache-inducing reports, he finally welcod his guest.

Arriving on the artificial island in a standard-issue AV vehicle, Kim Eun-ji presented herself as sowhat collegiate in appearance. Her long, straight hair frad a delicate face, and her figure—accentuated by perfectly shaped, perky breasts—offered imdiate visual allure. Her slender waist and prominent hips, highlighted by her tight white pants, provided a one-two punch of visual stimulation.

‘Wow. White pants.’

Was it her trademark?

One could almost call it that.

Her white pants clung to her like a second skin, resembling skinny jeans that showcased every curve. She was undoubtedly a stylish individual.

"I’m Go Muyeol, the eldest grandson of Koryo Group, or as so might say, the head of this nation."

"Representative Kim Eun-ji. It’s an honor, sir."