I am not a Yandere chapter 31

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At that moment, Kyungsook, hearing Wonjin’s voice, turned around.

Her angry expression quickly softened as she greeted Yeongdeok with a nasal voice.

“Oh, you’re here? My son. You changed your number, moved houses… it’s hard to even see you these days.”

Lowering her orange sunglasses, Kyungsook flashed a youthful smile for her age.

Yeongdeok approached her slowly.

“I heard you wanted to see me. What do you need?”

“The chairman is furious with you. What did you say to him that made him swear never to see his grandson again?”

“…”

“You should apologize first. You know his personality. The best approach is always to be humble.”

Kyungsook, unaware of the gravity of the situation, smiled cluelessly as she spoke.

If your son quits his job and disappears for months, shouldn’t your first concern be what’s wrong?

How ridiculous.

As Kyungsook reached out to take Yeongdeok’s hand, he coldly swatted it away.

“I have no intention of returning to the company.”

“What?”

The smile on Kyungsook’s face cracked at his refusal.

As her expression hardened, Yeongdeok added another blow.

“And I have no intention of having anything to do with that family again. After all, I’m not Chairman Cha Heeseok’s real grandson, am I?”

“What are you talking about, Dowon? Did you have a strange dream or something…?”

Glancing nervously at Wonjin, Kyungsook forced an exaggerated smile.

Yeongdeok found her act repulsive.

“One last thing, my name is no longer Cha Dowon. It’s Cha Yeongdeok. I hope you live peacefully.”

With nothing more to say, Yeongdeok bowed politely before turning to leave.

“Wait. Dowon… Hey, Cha Dowon!”

Kyungsook jumped up, ready to chase after him, but her high heels tripped her up after only a few steps, causing her to stumble.

Wonjin, ready to chase after him instead, reached out his hand, but Yeongdeok ignored him, pushed open the café door, and walked outside.

“Wait! Director Cha, no… Mr. Yeongdeok!”

With his long strides, Wonjin quickly caught up and grabbed Yeongdeok by the shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

Yeongdeok folded his arms slowly and responded.

“What is it?”

“You said you’d talk to me. We haven’t even started the conversation yet.”

“Conversation? No, I really have nothing to say to you. Just seeing your face makes my blood boil. Do you even know what this feeling is, this emotion rising from my chest to the top of my head?”

Yeongdeok chuckled darkly before turning away with a stern face.

Wonjin, undeterred, grabbed Yeongdeok’s arm.

“I can explain everything. The lady wanted to meet with you so badly, I had no choice…”

“Just one thing—why did you betray my trust?”

“What?”

Wonjin’s eyes widened in shock.

Even Yeongdeok regretted asking.

That man had only been acting according to the script written by ‘PetitRolang,’ without remembering anything from before the regression.

Yeongdeok tried to continue the conversation rationally, but his mouth moved faster than his thoughts.

It seemed his mind had grown odd from all the uncharacteristic things he’d done lately.

“I genuinely trusted you. After Eungyeol, I trusted you the most in this world.”

“Was helping you meet with the lady really such a betrayal? I thought it would be best for you to have a proper conversation with her.”

Wonjin protested, voicing his frustration.

His slightly furrowed face overlapped with the cold expression he had worn before the regression.

This made Yeongdeok ask, almost impulsively, knowing full well it was a foolish question.

“Do you hate me that much?”

For a moment, Wonjin was unable to respond.

He neither affirmed nor denied it, and as the silence stretched on, he realized he had taken too long to answer and hastily spoke up.

“I’ve never thought of it that way. I just sincerely wanted things to work out between you and the lady.”

Though Wonjin finally broke the silence, Yeongdeok realized that the pause had already answered his question.

Ha Wonjin—or rather, the character Ha Wonjin—had changed so much of the novel’s plot, yet nothing had truly shifted.

[Ha Wonjin (Supporting Character 4): Secretary to Cha Dowon. Though he pretends to be loyal to Dowon, he secretly despises him. At some point, he develops unrequited feelings for Lee Eungyeol but hides them due to his superior, Dowon.]

Remembering this character description, Yeongdeok looked at Wonjin again.

“If you come to see me again, I’ll report you to the police. Thanks for helping me pick out the clothes.”

“What?”

“And this—it’s not much, but I bought it when I was paying for my own clothes. It reminded me of you.”

Wonjin accepted the shopping bag Yeongdeok handed him, his eyes swirling like a storm-tossed sea.

Yeongdeok smiled slightly and, for the first time, placed a true period on their relationship.

“Thank you for everything, Wonjin hyung.”

“…What?”

Having said all he needed to, Yeongdeok turned away without hesitation.

His heart was in turmoil, filled with complex emotions he couldn’t understand.

Wonjin stared blankly as Yeongdeok walked away, then looked down at the shopping bag he had been given. Inside was a small wallet with a rabbit design.

Cha Dowon… the arrogant Cha Dowon… had called him “hyung” for the first time. And…

The moment he first saw the wounded look on Yeongdeok’s face,

That was when he realized Yeongdeok felt… human.

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[Ha Wonjin (Supporting Character 4): Former secretary to Cha Yeongdeok. Though he pretended to be loyal to him, secretly, he #@$%????????????????????????????????]

In the pitch-black room, PetitRolang watched as the text on the monitor changed on its own, throwing the glass on the desk against the wall.

The glass shattered into pieces, powerless.

“Damn it… What? Cha Dowon what?”

PetitRolang, watching his novel twist and change on its own despite having done nothing, couldn’t contain his fury and breathed heavily.

These bizarre occurrences started after he killed Cha Dowon.

Since then, the novel had begun to change on its own, as if possessed by a ghost.

No matter how hard he tried to edit it back, he couldn’t.

Deleting it, starting fresh—none of it worked.

[babo1133: Legendary battle of wills between the author and the readers, lol]

[mungcheongi6699: I’ve never seen such a ridiculous author in my life.]

ㄴ Seriously, lololol. Changing the entire plot just to mess with the readers. Hats off to you, PetitRolang. Keep living like that, I guess.

PetitRolang vented his frustrations on social media, claiming the novel was changing on its own, but no one believed him.

Who would believe something so absurd?

As a result, more than half the readers of ‘No to obsession’ had left, and PetitRolang, realizing the mess he was in, rushed to sign with a publishing company, but even that was proving difficult.

“This is my novel, so why can’t I fix it? Has it really been possessed by a ghost?”

PetitRolang—real name Joo Roran, age 26—was now in the most helpless and frustrating situation of his life, thanks to Yeongdeok’s revenge.

But Roran hadn’t given up yet.

If he could just fix the novel, the readers might come back.

Holding onto this hope, he decided it might be time to call in a shaman.

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