A Suspicious Change in the Villain

About an hour passed.

My phone vibrated with a KakaoTalk notification.

“Oh, it’s here.”

I had been reading through Chanyeong’s diary, but quickly opened the message.

[…Alright.]

Short.

Awkward.

Basically dripping with discomfort.

‘Still, at least he agreed.’

I immediately added a new alarm on the phone.

I left the annoying [Take heat meds] as it was since I didn’t fully understand the cycle yet.

Instead, I added a new one.

[Go apologize to the main character]

Tomorrow morning, I’d probably wake up instantly the moment the alarm rang.

While the soul inhabiting Seong Chanyeong burned with determination to escape the original plot and start farming—

His secretary, Mr. Choi, was in complete confusion.

“…This is a joke, right? That pampered young master wants to farm…?”

Though he was Chanyeong’s secretary, he was also the man of Chairman Seong—Chanyeong’s grandfather.

Just like Baek Dojun had planted someone as a housekeeper to monitor Chanyeong,

The chairman had subtly placed Secretary Choi by his grandson’s side, worried he might cause trouble.

If the real Chanyeong had known, he would’ve exploded and fired him immediately.

But since Choi faithfully played the role of a loyal underling, suspicion never arose.

‘…I should report it, right? Like always.’

After work, it was routine for him to report Chanyeong’s daily activities to the chairman.

But today felt different.

Even as the reporting time approached, he hesitated.

“How am I even supposed to explain this…?”

With a sigh, he dialed the chairman’s number.

The ringing felt unusually long.

[Is that Secretary Choi?]

“Ah—yes, Chairman! Good evening!”

Soon, the deep and imposing voice of Chairman Seong Gongun came through.

Choi instinctively straightened his posture.

‘As expected… even in old age, a dominant alpha’s presence is no joke…’

As a beta, Choi always broke into a cold sweat speaking with him.

Even just his voice carried overwhelming authority.

‘And yet someone like that produced a disaster like Seong Chanyeong… genetics really are mysterious.’

Silently cursing Chanyeong, Choi began his report politely.

“I’m calling to deliver today’s report on Young Master Chanyeong.”

[Go on. What did he do today? He hasn’t been leaving the house much lately. And how is he getting along with his fiancé, Baek Dojun?]

There was both a grandfather’s concern and a chairman’s calculation in that question.

Choi was used to it.

The chairman only cared about what mattered to him.

“As you mentioned, Young Master Chanyeong has been relatively quiet recently. He rarely leaves the house, and his relationship with Mr. Baek Dojun remains… distant.”

[Hmm… I like that he’s behaving, but it’s unfortunate he’s still distant from his fiancé. I arranged everything as he wanted, hoping they’d get along.]

Their poor relationship was already an open secret among the elite.

Still, the chairman couldn’t let go of that hope.

After all, Chanyeong wasn’t actually a beta—

He was a recessive Omega.

If he had a child with Dojun—an alpha—even if not dominant,

There was a chance the child could inherit dominant traits and cover up that flaw.

‘Yeah… that’s never happening.’

Choi swallowed those words.

In his opinion, even if the sky fell, those two would never happily marry.

Their relationship was that bad.

Better to change the subject quickly.

“I’m sure the young master will handle things in his own way.”

[Yes… time will solve it. I suppose I worry too much. It’s not my place to interfere in young people’s relationships.]

Choi thought, You’re already interfering plenty by spying on him,

But he simply laughed politely.

After giving the usual detailed report,

The chairman finally got to the real point.

[Hmm. Has there been anything unusual about Chanyeong today?]

‘Here it comes.’

This was always the core of their conversation.

The chairman knew full well how terrible his grandson’s personality was.

That’s why he placed Choi there—

And only after casual questioning would he ask what truly mattered.

Choi decided to be direct.

He’d already suspected Chanyeong had lost his mind the moment he mentioned farming.

“Well… actually, the young master made a request today.”

[What is it? Did he ask you to kidnap someone again? Or arrange another indecent gathering with alphas?]

‘Exactly! That’s the normal version!’

For anyone else, those words would be absurd.

But not for Seong Chanyeong.

He’d always been indulgent,

And after being diagnosed as a recessive Omega, it had gotten worse.

Especially his obsession with a certain poor dominant Omega—

Seo Eunsu.

The one surrounded by alphas like bees to honey.

Chanyeong, seeing him as a rival, caused constant trouble.

“No, sir. It’s not that… he said something rather strange.”

[What? Don’t tell me drugs. Even I wouldn’t tolerate that.]

“No, nothing criminal… he asked me to find land for farming.”

There.

He finally said it.

Strangely, Choi even felt relieved.

Sharing this bizarre request lifted the weight off his chest.

The chairman fell silent for a moment, then asked in clear confusion,

[Farming?]

“Yes.”

[You mean… plowing fields, planting rice in paddies… that kind of farming?]

“As far as I know, unless the dictionary has changed its definition, yes.”

And Chanyeong had been serious.

He’d demanded farmland like he meant it.

[Why… would he ask for something like that?]

“I’m not certain. I considered it might be a whim… but he specifically ordered me to secure land as soon as possible.”

Silence fell again.

Choi understood the chairman’s confusion and waited.

[For now… do as he asks. Get him the best land available. If it’s just a whim, he’ll lose interest once he gets it. And if not… then I suppose… he’ll farm?]

The last part sounded uncertain.

Even the chairman couldn’t quite believe what he was saying.

“Understood. I will secure suitable land and report back.”

That was enough for Choi.

Now he just had to find the land.

[Good. If you notice anything else unusual, report immediately.]

“Yes, Chairman. I’ll take my leave.”

Click.

The call ended.

Chairman Seong leaned back in his chair and pressed his forehead.

“That boy… what is he plotting?”

This was beyond absurd.

Farming?

Nothing like this had ever happened in the Seong Group’s history.

‘And it’s not like he’s the type to willingly suffer either… so why?’

The Chanyeong he knew wouldn’t even let a drop of water touch his hands.

He was cunning—someone who expertly exploited the power of his family.

That’s why this made even less sense.

‘Don’t tell me… he’s planning to bury someone out there?’

That absolutely couldn’t happen.

As he sank into thought,

A scene from a melodramatic TV show caught his eye.

On screen, the female lead shook off the male lead’s hand.

[Let’s break up.]

[What are you saying, Soyoung?! We overcame your family’s opposition and even got permission to marry. We’re so close… and now you want to break up?!]

[I’ve been diagnosed with an illness.]

“Huh…”

Usually, the chairman preferred news programs over dramas.

But today, he found himself unable to look away.

[An illness? Then we should go to the hospital—]

[I already went. It’s terminal cancer.]

[What?!]

[They said I only have six months left. With a life like this… you can’t marry me. Let’s break up.]

The scene ended right there.

As the ending OST played and sponsor credits rolled,

A strange realization struck him.

“…Don’t tell me…?”