"Thank you, Mr. Su, but I can only eat liquid food, it's such a pity. I heard you have a very beautiful chef with excellent culinary skills," Park Cheol-bin revealed a smile that looked like a mix between crying and laughing.
Suming was taken aback. Despite the kid's unappealing looks, he surely had a bright future. At such a young age, he knew to complint a woman by putting 'beautiful' first?
An assistant took out a dical kit from the business van and opened it; Song Zhiya pulled out a bag resembling a smaller version of a hot water bottle and hung it on the IV pole of Park Cheol-bin's wheelchair, connecting it to a tube.
Park Cheol-bin turned his head strenuously, seemingly trying to bite the end of the tube with his mouth. A simple turning of the head seed exceedingly difficult. Song Zhiya promptly offered the end of the tube to her son's mouth, and Park Cheol-bin gently sucked in a bit, allowing a flesh-colored pasty substance to flow from the food bag into his mouth through the tube.
After taking only a small sip, Park Cheol-bin released the tube, traces of the pasty substance remaining at the corners of his mouth. He said to Suming, "This way I won't be hungry."
Suming frowned, and Song Zhiya deeply bowed to him, her tone carrying a faint yet lingering sadness, "Cheol-bin has been living like this for over a decade. I, as his mother, haven't taken good care of him."
"It's okay," Park Cheol-bin gave Song Zhiya an awkward smile, "Actually, the taste of this nutritional liquid isn't too bad, it's much tastier than the last one. Don't worry, Mom."
"Let's go to my office to sit," Suming said upon hearing Song Zhiya's voice grow slightly hoarse, as if she might cry at any mont, so he quickly went up to push Park Cheol-bin's wheelchair, intending to head inside the office building.
Two bodyguards dressed in black blocked the way expressionlessly, using their bodies to stop Suming without giving way. This left Suming sowhat embarrassed. He took a step forward, not knowing whether to proceed or retreat, locked in a six-eyed staredown with the two assistants.
Park Cheol-bin said, "It's okay. My uncle said that Mr. Su is a trustworthy person. My father also agreed to my coming to Yangchuan City."
Only then did the bodyguards step aside.
They reached the elevator entrance.
This elevator had its own story. The zoo's office building was a small three-story structure. Including the top level, which was a storage room and not usually used for office work, it was only four floors high and truly didn't need an elevator. In fact, for many years, it didn't have one.
After the zoo ca into money, Suming also indulged in a bit of 'corruption.' Once, Nangong was out on an interview, wearing high heels all day, and in the evening, she ca to the office to invite Suming to dinner. Upon entering, she offhandedly remarked, "You leaders always like to be on the top floor. My legs are about to break from climbing the stairs..."
The next day, Suming arranged for Mrs. Tong to contact an elevator company and had one installed.
Over the past year, the zoo's staff had beco quite worldly. From provincial and city leaders to foreign friends and the newly joined 57 ethnic groups, they had all appeared in this small building. Just a few days earlier, the world-famous movie star Nicolas Cage had been running around the building wearing large sunglasses, hanging out in the offices and shooting the breeze with the clerks.
The arrival of a few Koreans was nothing in comparison. However, a female clerk just coming out of the restroom was so frightened by Park Cheol-bin's appearance that she lost all color, and with a scream like slaughtering a pig, the whole building was alerted.
Who had the nerve and audacity to cause trouble at the zoo?!
Instantly, a large crowd appeared in the corridor, and when they saw Park Cheol-bin's disfigured countenance, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost.
"I'm sorry for frightening everyone. My na is Park Cheol-bin, I'm Korean, nice to et you all," Park Cheol-bin probably wasn't new to this 'special treatnt,' showing no anger. After a mont of shock, he quickly greeted everyone in a gentle tone.
No one dared to make a peep, they looked at each other, and finally, all eyes turned to Suming.
Is this a Korean? My God, where's the Korean oppa we were promised?!
"During working hours, have you all run out of things to do?!" Suming was slightly annoyed, his eyes glaring: "This weekend is off for everyone, but you're all coming in for overti, no leave allowed!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh, the employees in the corridor vanished like martial arts masters capable of swift shadow-shifting; just monts ago, the place was packed, but now it was completely empty.
"Don't take it to heart," Suming gently patted Park Cheol-bin on the shoulder.
"It's okay, if I saw soone looking so scary, I'd definitely get a shock too," Park Cheol-bin said.
Listening to this, Suming felt quite upset inside; life's hardships, when paired with soone who is understanding, only make them more pitiable.
After reaching the office, Song Zhiya proactively kept her two assistants at the door, with the sa reasoning as before: when n are talking, won shouldn't get involved.
Korea seems to be one of the most patriarchal countries in Asia. Suming was polite for a bit but didn't insist, letting Mrs. Tong take them to the Whisperwind Pavilion for a chat and so tea.
As she was leaving, she gave Mrs. Tong a aningful look, a silent ssage that life was already hard for the guests, so during the chat it's better to avoid prying with questions and just talk about pleasant things like scenery and animals.
"I entrust Cheol-bin to your care," Song Zhiya bowed deeply before leaving, which always made Suming feel like he was dealing with a Japanese woman.
"Don't worry, Mom," Park Cheol-bin said with a smile.
Wheeling Park Cheol-bin into the office, although his head movent was restricted, his eyes were very lively, curiously glancing around the office.
"Surprised, aren't you?" Suming poured a cup of water and realized the young man probably couldn't drink by himself, so he placed it in front of his own desk and pulled up a chair to sit beside Park Cheol-bin.
The eyes are the windows to the soul, and this saying couldn't be more true—the purer the soul, the more expressive the eyes. Whatever they are thinking, it shows through their gaze. Suming read in Park Cheol-bin's eyes an expression of 'surprise' that shouldn't be there at this mont.
"Yes, my uncle said that you are an outstanding young entrepreneur with nurous companies and industries under your na, and your abilities far exceed those of an ordinary businessman... But your office is quite simple," Park Cheol-bin said.
Suming was taken aback; he hadn't told Park Jeong-ui anything about himself.
On second thought, the various industries of the Taoyuan Group were not a secret, and if Park Jeong-ui was interested, he could easily find information online. Moreover, it was clear he wasn't an ordinary businessman, likely having specific sources of information, so finding out about Suming wasn't strange.
However, the real details, or rather the trump card of Suming, absolutely couldn't be found by anyone in the world. The concept of being animal-friendly was too far-fetched; even if he told soone, they wouldn't believe it.
If one day your neighbor suddenly ca knocking on your door, claiming that she was actually Sailor Moon, endowed with incredible superpowers, and living next to you with the purpose of punishing you in the na of the moon... you wouldn't believe it either.
"Young man, tell , what exactly happened to your uncle and your father? And your illness, it seems really severe." Suming pondered for a mont and said, "I promised your uncle that if there was a chance, I could help you, although right now I don't know how to help."
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