THYU - Chapter 4

THYU - Chapter 4

To Help You Understand

Thanks to Winter, who looked directly at him and began to look at the contents of the contract one by one, Rowell was unable to hide his nervousness. It was his first time seeing Winter look so soft and arrogant.

As usual, Winter turned the tables, and the negotiations that should have collapsed dragged on. Rowell slowly found a way to provoke him.

"I heard that Larkround's cigars are famous."

Hayel made an involuntary gasping sound at Rowell's words and covered his mouth with his hand...

As he said, Larkround was famous for its cigars, but only nobles enjoyed them.

At first, Winter thought about learning poetry to participate in the conversations of the nobles, but soon got tired of dozens of old-fashioned etiquettes and gave up learning. After that, he didn't even pay attention.

Rowell said.

"I'd like you to introduce yourself. How about that?"

"Of course."

What should I do if you say yes, CEO?

Hayel tried to swallow the words that almost came out. If Rowell starts to criticize the market price, Winter will get angry, and eventually, the business will end up in Rowell's favor.

It was a contract for a huge amount of coffee beans that would be supplied to all of the company's hotels in the future. Every time a single number was changed, there was a huge difference in profit.

Meanwhile, Winter wrote a few things on a note, put it between his index and middle fingers, and handed it to Hayel.

Hayel did not know the meaning and was unfamiliar with the font, so he read the note unnecessarily. Winter asked as Hayel didn't move.

"Should I go buy it myself?" 

"Oh, no! I'll be back soon!"

Hayel quickly realized that this was the name of the cigars and rushed out. He then went to a nearby specialty store and bought the cigars and tools written on Winter's note and placed them in front of him.

Winter took a Belicoso cigar from the box and pressed it lightly in his hand. 

"Well, shouldn't I press it like that? Is It expensive?"

While Hayel was fidgeting because he didn't know anything about cigars, Winter, who confirmed that there were no nodules on the cigar, handed it to Rowell first.

"This is a cigar that was supplied to the royal family. I don't know how you feel." 

Rowell suddenly took the cigar. Winter took out a cigar for him to smoke, cut off the head, and lit it. Even Rowell, who looked down on him with a sense of class superiority, could not find fault with his textbook attitude.

It was as if he had been taught every movement since birth.

In the end, Rowell gave up his cigar and made an unreasonable move to achieve his goal. 

"I wish someone would light the fire."

Hayel heard those words and quickly stepped away from the table. He was certain that the table would definitely turn over this time. However, Winter just tilted his head as if he did not understand what he said.

As expected, the thing inside his body was Violet Lawrence. No matter how much the royal family disappeared and how she was ignored for the past three years, even though she was stressed by the word Princess, She had never heard the word 'subordinate'. 

Violet thought for a moment and answered.

"It certainly seems like I'm young." 

"No, I'm not talking about age..."

"...Anyway. I didn't know that you were so unfamiliar with cigars that you found it difficult to light them. I should have explained it in more detail." 

He wasn't kidding. Violet really understood the term subordinate as a reference to age, not status, and was sorry that Rowell thought cigars were unfamiliar enough to ask her to light a cigar while mentioning age.

However, Rowell's face, who took it as a joke, instantly turned red.

Violet misunderstood the reason why his face was red but pretended not to know anyway and continued talking. 

"I'm going to introduce several things to you, but the meeting will take a long time." 

Then, Hayel, who had finally regained his smile, smiled brightly and held up the various types of cigars he had written on the note and told him to buy.

"Yes, very many."

This time, Rowell's face turned pale. Rowell instinctively felt that if he smoked all of that, one of them would die from nicotine overdose, and he would be the loser.

***

Rowell, who had been in semi-confinement for 47 hours, became desperate and returned to the bedroom after yelling at her to do whatever she wanted, and Violet also came out of the conference room.

Cigars and bottles of alcohol that had been consumed all along were lying around on the table. Violet was very sorry for using Winter's body, but she thought he would be happier that the contract was properly concluded, as he loved money so much that he couldn't even give his wife a day.

Violet gave Hayel the contract with Rowell's seal. Everything was just as he had hoped.

Hayel asked as if he couldn't understand.

"What on earth happened to you?" 

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

Violet, who had strained her body for over 47 hours, was already half asleep. She went straight into the bedroom.

Hayel followed her in, but perhaps because she was too tired now, she didn't care at all. The moment he closed the curtains and the room became somewhat dark, Violet fell asleep with a great sense of accomplishment.

If this was what being crazy was like, it seemed like it would be okay to live in a crazy state.

***

For the first time in his life, Winter Blooming found it difficult to open his eyes In the morning. From then on, he knew his body wasn't mine.

"Damn, shit!"

He managed to get up and realized that he was in his wife's body just by looking at the bedroom he was in and hearing his voice. He clicked his tongue once and adjusted to the situation.

There was a time when Winter went to a damn dwarf village and was made a giant slave for a whole month, and there was also a time when he was kidnapped by a crazy sorceress and made into an experiment. This wasn't even considered a strange thing. Even though the living people he wanted were not there one by one.

The rope was broken, so no matter how hard he pulled, not a single maid came. Winter, with his temper, got up from his seat and his feet touched an empty champagne bottle and a pill bottle.

He always thought Violet was an elegant Princess, but her life was no different from his.

As he opened the door and went out to find someone, his body was shaking.

"Damn, there are all kinds of bodies like this."

Winter cursed as he left the room and stumbled into his seat.

The headache was so bad that it was difficult to walk even a single step, but he crawled down the stairs with his obsession for coffee alone.

No matter what, he came here without signing a contract. No matter what condition he was in, he had to get back to his hotel right away and complete the deal with that damned worm from the Baidelin Mountains. If he had swapped bodies with his wife, he had no idea what the Princess, who had never seen anything so dirty, would do.

As he was trying to drag himself down the stairs. Rickman, who had been the Blooming family's doctor before Winter entered the house, came up from below. 

Winter initially looked down on his bastard, so much so that he didn't even treat Rickman like a human throughout his life. However, he couldn't be happier to have met someone qualified to be a doctor.

"Rickman! You've arrived at the right time. Please treat me."

"Yes? Yes...."

Rickman was taken aback by Violet's unusual hospitality but followed her into the bedroom. Winter lay down on the blanket, leaning on the pillow, and spoke in a commanding tone. 

"I have a bad headache. Find out what's wrong quickly."

"I told you yesterday, but there is no major problem." 

"There's nothing wrong with it? I feel like my body is trash."

"Tsk, it's trash. Your words are too harsh."

Even as Rickman spoke, he began to check Violet's condition.

Last night, after Violet disappeared in the middle of the party without saying goodbye, both the Duke and Duchess of Blooming and their legitimate son. Diev was threatening to not tolerate this rude behavior. So, he thought she wanted to get a confirmation that she was definitely sick today.

Rickman grumbled, half-heartedly pretending to be a doctor.

"How long on earth are you going to keep acting like this? No matter how much of a Princess you are, being so unreasonable... Come on, Little Madame!"

Rickman paused. Winter grabbed his collar and threatened him.

"I say I'm not feeling well right now. Who would give a quack like this a doctor's license and make me listen to this bullshit from this morning?"

Shall we make it? 

The reason he ended his sentence with that was because Winter guessed that Violet would probably have said that.

If it were his normal personality, he would have thrown him to the floor like this, but he couldn't do it with his current strength. 

Winter said, suppressing the heat rising in his body that even such a corrupt opponent could not defeat.

"You know that your salary comes from the money I earn, right?" 

"Now, it's not from Little Madam, it's from Little Master!" 

"Anyway, since we're a couple, it doesn't matter who earns or gives it, it's the same. Yeah. So, if you don't want to get fired, from now on, only say what I want to hear, okay?"

Rickman, who was grinning as the woman grabbed him by the collar, freed himself from her grasp and straightened his tangled shirt collar.

Meanwhile, Winter gestured for Rickman to follow him and walked out of Violet's bedroom and into his bedroom.

When he entered his bedroom, Flip, Winter's favorite servant, greeted him politely and asked while sweeping the floor.

"What's going on, Little Lady?"

"Uh, you. I'm in the capital right now..."

When Winter, who was speaking, stumbled from a vicious headache again, a startled Flip reached out to support his arm, but then put his hand away again in embarrassment. 

Winter said, standing on the bed.

"Bring me some coffee. Something really hot."

"Yes, Little Madame...."

"And give me a massage."

"Yes, yes?"

Flip's eyes widened, but since he was told to do so, he left the bedroom to get coffee first. Meanwhile, when Winter opened the safe, Rickman, who was standing far away, flinched.

He was the eyes and ears of Catherine Blooming, who stayed at the Violet couple's mansion. In the eyes of Rickman, who had only seen the couple's relationship getting worse, the sight of Violet opening the safe was an act of shock itself.

For Winter, money was like his life. He was a man who would feel proud even if he killed people for money. For a man like that to give his safe number to his wife was like trusting his life to her.

Violet's change in attitude and knowing the safe number were clearly issues to consider.

Anyway, Winter crumpled up a wad of bills, stuffed them into Rickman's pocket, and lay down on the bed. Then he asked Rickman, who was wide-eyed as if to review what he had taught him.

"Come on, Rickman. What did I say earlier?"

"Little Madam told me to give the answer you want!"

"I need to get to the capital as quickly as possible now, so do whatever it takes. If you faint on the way, I will...... No, because my husband will cut off your head."

Winter was planning on cutting it as soon as he got his body back anyway, but now he needed his help.

His head was spinning because he had lost his temper that much. Fortunately, Flip brought coffee and sugar. 

Winter continued pouring sugar into his coffee cup and gulped it down in one go. Afterwards, Rickman left to fill his medication after finishing the treatment. 

After a while, Flip came carrying a water bowl filled with lukewarm water.

When Winter sat on the bed and put her feet up. Flip, who was a little embarrassed, knelt at his feet. He cupped the Little Lady's small white feet with both hands, dipped them in the water, and began to massage them slowly. Winter got irritated as Flip could barely put any strength into his hands.

"Have I suddenly become an eighty-year-old man?"

"Yes? Ah... If I do it harder, it will hurt."

"What kind of place...." 

Winter's eyes slowly turned to Flip's hand as he was about to kick the water bowl.

The scene was very strange. Flip was unable to raise his head with her new red face, and was struggling to hold his feet properly, fearing that he would get hurt if he applied his strength. Of course, it was Winter who was in Violet's body right now, but Flip wouldn't feel that way. 

He said in a quiet voice. 

"Get out. Don't ever come near me again."

 "Thank you!"

Flip responded by making a loud noise that Winter had never seen before and immediately ran out of the bedroom with a bowl of water.

Winter, who was clicking his tongue and nervously ruffling his hair, paused for a moment. Then he turned to the mirror and noticed that Violet's hair had been shortened to shoulder height.

Winter muttered after looking at the mirror for a while.

"I cut it too late." 

He recalled his conversation with Violet last winter.

Previous            Next