I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

Thanks to the aunts’ pressure and their half-assed "protection," we got through the meal without any of Grandfather’s usual speechifying.

He did eat with a thoroughly sulky face, but his mood didn’t seem all that terrible.

Of course, the phrase “during the meal” means that after the meal, the speech resumed.

As if he’d been waiting for that moment, Grandfather launched into various ramblings and spilled out a whole stream of well-wishes.

At that point, the aunts just listened with one ear and let it go out the other—no one really stepped in to stop him.

‘So they’re just keeping the outlet open, huh.’

If they stopped this too, he’d probably get way too pissed off. That’s probably what they’re thinking.

Judging by their faces, none of them looked like they wanted to be listening to this.

‘So this is the tragedy of fatherhood...’

Grandfather kept the well-wishing going for quite a while, then eventually tossed the mic over to the aunts with a casual, “You all say a word too.”

By then, we’d been sitting so long even my back was getting sore,

but thankfully, the aunts understood our pain and kept it brief.