"GUNWOO-YA, you’re a smart kid, so you probably noticed that your daddy is very rich," Garam said strictly. This time, he was properly looking at his son. And he didn’t crack a smile. His tone wasn’t that gentle either. "But just because you have a rich father doesn’t mean you can act however you want. Plus, you shouldn’t brag about your father to your friends. Where did you learn to talk like that anyway?"
Gunwoo frowned, and the kid was pouting the entire time he was explaining: "But my classmates keep talking about what their parents do. When I said my dad takes care of me at home, they said we must be poor because I don’t have a nanny."
Aigooya.
Do kids these days really talk like that?
"But then I said my other daddy is rich!" Gunwoo said. "I also said my grandpas live in a big house with a koi pond! Then my classmates said they wanted to go to see the fishies!" The kid’s face beamed as if he just remembered something important to him. "Dad, can I invite my classmates to my grandpas’ house? They want to play with the fishies, too! And I want to play golf with them! Grandpa’s golf course in the garden is fun!"
Garam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Gunwoo-ya, you can’t invite your classmates to your grandparents’ house when we don’t live there anymore."
"Why is that a problem? I’m sure Appa and Abeoji won’t mind," Song Sihyuk said casually. "They’ll even throw a party for Gunwoo and his classmates. You know what? Let’s just do it. I don’t want those kids looking down on my son."
This is probably why many rich kids grow up as twisted adults.
Hierarchy.
Those poor kids were introduced to social hierarchy early because of the kind of environment they were living in.
To be fair, Garam didn’t want Gunwoo to be picked on by his classmates either.
But is this really the only way for my son to be liked by his peers? To brag about his father’s wealth? What about the kids who aren’t as wealthy as our family?
Well, honestly, it wasn’t like ordinary kids could afford the tuition fee at that school.
That kindergarten school doesn’t offer scholarships.
So, it was safe to assume that all of Gunwoo’s classmates were rich.
And it seems like my son is in the bottom of the class because people don’t know that he’s the future heir of SG Group.
"Dad? I want to bring my classmates to grandpas’ house," Gunwoo said, giving Garam the puppy dog eyes that he couldn’t resist. "I want to show them the fishies. And I want to play golf with them. Pretty please?"
Garam kept his mouth shut, avoiding his son’s gaze so he wouldn’t cave.
"Socializing is important for someone like Gunwoo," Song Sihyuk said as if to convince Garam. "The people around our son will run the country in the future. It won’t hurt if he gets friendly with them this early."
"Hyung, our son is only in kindergarten."
"Yeah, that’s when socializing usually starts. Networking this early will help our son a lot in the future."
Aigooya.
I know Sihyuk Hyung is a chaebol, but I didn’t think his mindset would be this different from a normal person like me.
Ah, as expected.
Chaebols are really a different breed.
Garam couldn’t even remember what he did in kindergarten.
I probably just played with my classmates back then.
But Song Sihyuk, when he was in kindergarten, was already working on his connections.
"Daaad."
"Garam-ah."
Aigooya.
These father-and-son duo is ganging up on me, huh?
"Fine, we’ll do it."
Gunwoo immediately cheered while Song Sihyuk smiled as if he were satisfied.
But I’m not yet done.
"The party isn’t for building connections," Garam said, glaring at Song Sihyuk. That warning was for the Alpha anyway. "It will just be a normal party for kids."
***
"HYUNG, have you called Jung Han-ssi?" Garam asked, slightly worried. "You can’t drive in that condition."
When they got home, Song Sihyuk’s condition had gotten worse.
I think Hyung is running a fever now.
And the fever was induced by his incoming rut.
That’s why Hyung decided to go back to his penthouse and lock himself up there until his rut disappears.
"Yeah, I already called Jung Han," Song Sihyuk confirmed. "He’ll be here in five minutes."
"Will you really be fine alone, Hyung?"
"Of course— I’m not a child. And it’s not like this is the first time I’m taking care of my rut on my own."
Right.
For the past five years, despite Song Sihyuk’s amnesia, he didn’t sleep with anyone.
To be fair, Garam wouldn’t have cared either way.
We’re already divorced, so it’s none of my business.
Having said that, a small part of him was relieved that Song Sihyuk practiced abstinence during their time apart.
I must have lost my mind.
***
Jung Han is probably worried since he can tell I’m about to go into a rut.

***
<GONG HANSEO: Garam-ah, if you’re already feeling well, let’s hang out soon. We want to make sure you’re not secretly dying on us.>
<LIM GARAM: Sure, Hyung. Actually, Gunwoo wants to throw a party for his friends. If you’re available that day, we’d love it if you could come over. It’s a children’s party, though. I’ll understand if you find it awkward. I just thought it would be fun if you’re there.>
Plus, my friends can be adults who can bring a positive influence on Gunwoo. Despite being rich and successful, all of them have remained grounded.
After all, Sihyuk Hyung has the ’chaebol mindset’ that I don’t like.
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