Get out of Korea, tomorrow is a new beginning.

South Korea, Seoul, ST Group.

“If Miss Song voluntarily leaves South Korea, everything here will belong to her.” Chairman Lee sat behind his large desk, his voice low and his attitude indifferent, yet he appeared confident.

Song Yunxi accepted the envelope presented to her by the chairman's secretary with both hands. Inside was a long, thin check. She carefully counted the amount, then smiled.

400 million Korean won? Is that her net worth now?

Regardless of whether anyone still plays the old trick of "taking money and leaving my son" in this day and age, even if they do, the price offered is far too low.

She smiled, put the check back in the envelope, and then gently pushed the envelope toward Chairman Li on the table.

"President, I can leave Korea, but I don't need these things. I want something else."

Chairman Lee leaned back in his chair, his face showing no emotion, but his gaze was even colder than before as he stared at Song Yunxi, waiting to see what astonishing demands she would make.

From the moment Song Yunxi was notified to come to Chairman Lee's office, she knew that this would be her first and last time entering the chairman's office.

Although she had mentally prepared herself and thought about what she would say along the way, she was still somewhat afraid in front of the imposing Chairman Li. But no matter what, she had to seize this opportunity to negotiate; she was going to give it her all.

Half an hour later, Song Yunxi returned to her workstation.

Just as she was tidying up her things, Jung Eun-ah appeared in front of her desk, arms crossed, her tone sounding extremely displeased.

"Song Yunxi, I heard you went to Chairman Lee's office?"

"Hmm." Song Yunxi responded softly, without looking up at the arrogant and rude rich girl.

"No matter what tricks you use, Chairman Li will not allow Shenghuan to marry you. You should just give up on that idea."

Seeing that Song Yunxi didn't speak, Jung Eun-ah continued, "Sung-hwan isn't here now, do you think anyone can protect you? Do you believe I can kick you out of Korea tomorrow?"

Song Yunxi finally packed all her few belongings into a small cardboard box. Holding the box, she smiled and said to Zheng Enya, "Excuse me."

After that, she turned and left her workstation, walking briskly towards the door. Until the elevator doors closed, she could hear Jung Eun-ah angrily calling her name behind her.

It seems like it's always the same. Even though it's Jung Eun-ah who's trying to cause trouble for her, she always gets angry because of Jung Eun-ah's smile and indifference.

And every time she saw that so-called high society socialite going crazy, she wanted to laugh even more.

The receptionist on the first floor greeted her with a smile: "Yunxi, are you off work yet?"

Song Yunxi bowed and smiled as she bid farewell to the receptionist: "Okay. Goodbye, Huili."

The streetlights were already on outside. Carrying a cardboard box, she walked slowly down the street towards the subway station in her high heels.

The cool evening breeze tousled the ends of her hair, so she had to use one hand to tuck the stray strands behind her ear.

As the subway doors opened, she habitually walked to the connection between the two carriages, hugged her small cardboard box, and leaned against the wall in the corner.

The subway was still packed with people today, but Song Yunxi didn't feel as tired and annoyed as usual.

Because this kind of life is about to end for her.

Exiting the subway station, her usual spicy beef soup restaurant was not far away. Song Yunxi went in, greeted the owner, ordered her food, and then sat down by the window, turning to look out the window.

Seoul's night view is also beautiful. If there's anything she regrets about her decision, it's probably that she'll never be able to enjoy this night view again!

The phone rang, and Li Shenghuan's name appeared on the screen. Although she knew the other person couldn't see her, she still answered with a smile.

"Sheng Huan." His tone was as gentle as ever, showing no sign of change.

"Yunxi, what are you doing?"

"Eating spicy beef soup."

"Is it the one you took me to before?"

Song Yunxi nodded: "Mm."

"Wait until I get back, then take me there?"

Okay. I'll wait for you to come back.

Lee Sung-hwan, the only son of the chairman of ST (Times) Group, and Jung Eun-ah's fiancé.

Although the marriage was arranged by the elders of both families, using marriage to consolidate cooperation and mutual checks and balances between conglomerates has become the most unwritten yet most worthwhile rule to follow in high society.

Song Yunxi was undoubtedly the one who broke this rule, because she seduced Li Shenghuan.

At least that's what Chairman Lee and Jung Eun-ah think.

Lee Sung-hwan, who was rebellious and arrogant, disdained everything about ST Group and only wanted to be a model in France as he pleased, gave up his modeling dream in France and returned to Korea to fight alongside Song Yoon-hee and pave the way for her so that she could stay in ST Group and have a stable and well-paid job.

But neither Chairman Lee nor Jung Eun-ah would allow any of this.

Therefore, Chairman Lee waited until Lee Sung-hwan had established himself in the company and lowered his guard before agreeing to his request to go to France for one last show.

The day after Lee Sung-hwan left, Chairman Lee approached Song Yoon-hee and demanded that she leave South Korea.

Just as she hung up the phone, the proprietress brought over the soup and rice. Song Yunxi thanked her and then used a spoon to scoop some soup into her mouth.

This spicy beef soup is so delicious, I'm afraid I'll never be able to drink it again.

Although she had promised Li Shenghuan that she would bring him here for a drink when he returned, she knew she couldn't keep that promise.

Just now in Chairman Lee's office, she refused the 400 million won offer and instead requested that Chairman Lee allow her to work at the Platinum Hotel in Lancheng, China, as the Korean representative. She also demanded that Chairman Lee promise that she would never be forced to lose her job unless she did so voluntarily.

Song Yunxi thought it over carefully. With her educational background, she would have had no chance of getting a job at ST Group if it weren't for Li Shenghuan's connections. Furthermore, she would likely be rejected by good jobs in the future.

Rather than spending 400 million won wandering overseas and living a nomadic life with an uncertain future, it's better to get a higher-paying position at ST Group.

She can earn back 400 million won in just a few years.

By then, she will be a talent with several years of senior management experience at ST Group and Platinum Hotel. Using these two springboards, she can go to any company she wants.

That way, her life would be different.

Her condition for agreeing to Chairman Lee's request was to leave Lee Sung-hwan and never return to South Korea.

What's so difficult about leaving?

Since her mother passed away six months ago, she has nothing left to cherish in South Korea.

After finishing her meal, Song Yunxi sat at the table and texted her uncle: "I'm leaving Korea soon. I'll live a good life. Goodbye, Uncle."

After sending the message, before receiving a reply, Song Yunxi turned off her phone, took out the SIM card, and casually threw it into the restaurant's trash can.

Then she stood up, smiled, and said goodbye to the familiar proprietress: "Goodbye, Auntie."

When she got home, she first greeted the landlord and returned the apartment, and then started packing her luggage.

President Li said that her visa and air ticket would be handled by a dedicated person, and she only needed to be at the airport on time two days later.

Yes, for chaebols, getting a visa every two days is the easiest thing in the world.

She didn't have many things, but she still felt a little tired after tidying up. So she lay down on her side on the sofa and looked around the somewhat empty room. It hadn't felt this empty when her mother was still alive.

Song Yunxi slept soundly on the sofa until dawn without any dreams. She then got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

It was a non-holiday morning, but Song Yunxi didn't have to rush to work, and she felt really good.

But thinking about it carefully, she was kicked out of South Korea, so shouldn't she be sad about it?

Tomorrow, when Jung Eun-ah finds out she's been kicked out of Korea by Chairman Lee, she'll probably laugh out loud, disregarding her socialite image. And her younger sister, Song Yoo-mi, who's always been at odds with her since childhood, will probably be so happy she'll want to celebrate too.

But Song Yunxi didn't want to be sad. With her usual smile, she went to a nearby flower shop, bought a bouquet of flowers, greeted all the neighbors she met, and then went to the cemetery to visit her mother in the morning light.

"Mom, I'm going to China tomorrow. My company values ​​me a lot; they promoted me and gave me a raise, letting me work in China as their representative for the Korean side. Mom, don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. But I won't be able to visit you as often anymore, so you have to take good care of yourself too..."

Song Yunxi sat in front of the tombstone and talked on and on until the sun was fully up, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

After leaving the cemetery, she didn't go home, but wandered around alone. Since her school days, she had had to study, work, and take care of her sick mother, rarely having such free time to properly explore the city.

So this is what it means to be beautiful in sunny Seoul.

*

The next morning, Song Yoon-hee saw the black Genesis parked downstairs as soon as she went downstairs. Then, Chairman Lee's secretary got out of the car.

Good morning, Miss Song.

Good morning, Secretary Wu.

After replying with a smile, Song Yunxi handed her suitcase to the driver who had walked up to her.

She knew, of course, that Chairman Lee was afraid she would go back on her word and break her promise to leave South Korea, so he sent his secretary to supervise her personally.

Song Yunxi opened the car door and was about to get in when she heard a shout accompanied by hurried footsteps: "Song Yunxi!"

You can tell it's Song Youmei's voice without even turning your head.

She ignored them, got into the car, and slammed the door shut.

"Song Yunxi, where are you going? Why aren't you answering the phone?" Song Youmei pounded on the car window, wanting an answer from Song Yunxi.

If it weren't for a call from her father in Busan, who said that Song Yoon-hee had sent a message saying she was leaving Korea and then turned off her phone, and that he hadn't been able to contact her for two days, and that he wanted her to come and find out what was going on, Song Yoo-mi would never have come to this place.

Song Yunxi didn't answer, but merely curled her lips into a sarcastic smile as she looked out the car window at the people outside. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?

Back then, Song Youmei entered ST Group under the name of Song Yunxi's sister, but she always helped Zheng Enya to oppose her.

Secretary Wu, expressionless, extended her hand to Song Youmei, stopping her from banging on the car window. "Please move aside."

Song Youmei knew that the cold-faced uncle in front of her was Chairman Li's secretary, so she dared not act rashly again and could only bow to Secretary Wu.

Song Yunxi stopped looking at her and turned to look straight ahead. After Secretary Wu got into the car, the car drove towards the airport.

Secretary Wu handed the visa to Song Yunxi, watched her go through the security checkpoint, and waited until the plane actually took off before turning around and leaving.

The plane took off from the runway and quickly ascended. Looking down at the increasingly blurry city below, Song Yunxi felt no pang of reluctance.

Because tomorrow is a new beginning.

Goodbye, South Korea.