Secretly Married to a Chaebol Alpha Chapter 107: GOING DOWNHILL

SO, this is how the rich goes shopping, huh?

Instead of going to the departnt store, the departnt store ca to Garam’s parents-in-law’s mansion.

Chaebols are really on a different level...

He watched in amazent when the mansion’s vast reception room had turned into a luxury departnt store.

Half of the space looked like a sports shop, though.

A very posh sports store, that is.

After all, golf clubs were very expensive.

"What do you think, dear?" Lee Wonjae asked when he saw Garam looking at the golf clubs. "Did sothing catch your attention?"

"Appa, to be honest, I know nothing about golf. The only sports I’ve played were basketball and soccer," Garam said shyly. "If I’m going to choose a golf club, I’ll probably just choose the prettiest one. The sa with the apparel."

"That’s alright, dear. I’ll help you get the best equipnt suited for a beginner like you."

"Thank you, Appa," Garam said, and then he glanced at the staff mbers waiting on them. Nobody was looking at him, but he still felt a bit conscious. "Appa, what if they recognize ?"

"Oh, don’t worry about that, dear. All the staff mbers here have already signed an NDA."

Whew.

That was a huge relief.

"Thank you, Appa."

"That’s not sothing you need to apologize for, dear."

Garam just smiled gratefully at his Oga father-in-law.

"Babe."

Oh, Hyung is here.

When Garam turned to Song Sihyuk, he found his husband walking towards him.

A few staff mbers of the Alpha were behind him— carrying several huge luggage with them.

That was actually good news for him.

"Just buy anything and everything you want," Song Sihyuk said, grabbing Garam by the waist. "I wanted to teach you how to play golf myself, but Abeoji and I have a business trip abroad."

"It’s alright, Hyung," Garam said, placing a hand on Song Sihyuk’s chest to put a little distance between them. "I’m sure Appa is the better teacher between the two of you anyway."

Lee Wonjae laughed while Song Sihyuk just rolled his eyes.

It’s true, though. Yes, let’s say Sihyuk Hyung can play golf. But my Oga father-in-law is a legendary golfer who won gold in the Olympics.

Plus, Garam wanted to spend quality ti with his Oga father-in-law.

I’m just glad that Sihyuk Hyung’s job requires him to travel abroad often.

"Son, I’ll take care of your wife. Like our Garam said, I’m the perfect person to teach him how to play golf," Lee Wonjae said, patting Song Sihyuk on the back. "Just focus on work. I won’t let my son-in-law die of boredom while you’re gone."

"Appa, don’t push my wife to play too much," Song Sihyuk complained to his Oga father lightly. "Garam is still a little unwell."

Lee Wonjae just rolled his eyes.

"Hyung, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry too much," Garam said, tip-toeing to give Song Sihyuk a kiss on the cheek to stop the Alpha from nagging. "Have a safe trip."

"Thank you, babe," Song Sihyuk said, gently grabbing Garam’s chin before planting a kiss on his lips. "I’ll be back in a week."

***

I GUESS golf can be fun, too.

First of all, Garam was impressed by the beautiful golf course of the exclusive country club where Lee Wonjae had brought him.

’Whimsical Rock Golf Club.’

It was the kind of club with mbership offered only to the elite.

I didn’t have to worry about that because my Oga father-in-law owns this club.

Plus, Song Sihyuk had already paid for Garam’s mbership fee in advance.

Yes, my husband still paid for it.

When Garam heard that the mbership fee was almost 2 billion won, he didn’t bother asking why it was that expensive.

I know nothing about golf.

But maybe the fee was that high because of the world-class facilities there.

The ultra-modern clubhouse at Whimsical Rock Golf Club looked like an art museum because, yes, the design was made by the architectural firm that built Chairman Song Sanggyu’s mansion.

And my parents-in-law’s mansion, too.

Anyway, the massive clubhouse had an expansive foyer, with marble floors and walls, as well as a broad circular staircase that spanned three levels.

I don’t feel like I’m in Korea anymore.

The clubhouse had long wall of windows. And, from there, the club’s golf course dramatically climbed up and dove down the side of a mountain.

It’s like a scene from a fantasy movie.

The view was really beautiful.

There was a collection of lush green fairways, stone and wooden bridges, deep ravines, rocky streams, giant splotchy bunkers, extensive rock outcroppings, and even waterfalls.

Overall, the entire place was stunning.

The only problem was Garam.

"I suck at this, Appa," Garam whined lightly. "I feel like the aesthetic of the place is wasted on and my skills."

Lee Wonjae laughed, probably thinking that Garam was just joking.

He wasn’t, though.

The course that his Oga father-in-law had chosen featured mature trees, lakes, waterfalls, natural rock outcroppings, and a visually-impressive design in which every hole was separate.

Plus, there were dragonflies everywhere.

It’s magical— so it feels like a waste that I’m not a good golfer.

Garam was athletic, but he had a poor form when swinging the club that Lee Wonjae had chosen for him.

The tools you have really don’t make you great.

He missed a lot of shots, too.

Fortunately, everyone remained poker-faced when watching him.

By ’everyone,’ I an the caddies and the bodyguards that accompanied and Appa.

"Don’t feel too bad, dear. This is your first ti playing golf, so it’s natural that you’re not good at it yet," Lee Wonjae said, gently patting Garam’s back. "You’re doing well, Garam-ah.:

"You’re just saying that because I’m your son-in-law, Appa," Garam said jokingly. Yes, he already felt comfortable enough with his Oga father-in-law to joke with him. "It’s okay to say that I suck."

Lee Wonjae laughed softly. "Should we take a break first?"

"Yes, Appa."

"Then let’s have tea."

Aside from the massive and fancy clubhouse, the club also had three tea houses they could choose from.

Garam rode the golf cart with Lee Wonjae.

They chose the tea house simply called ’Lukewarm.’ It was a formal wood and glass house at the Peak course that overlooked the property. He could already tell that the view there would be magnificent.

When they got to the tea house, his Oga father-in-law chose the table with the best view.

Then Lee Wonjae ordered tea and variety of pastries for the two of them.

Of course, their caddies and staff mbers were sat at separate tables.

But my Oga father-in-law ordered food and drinks for them, too.

"Dear, is it okay if I leave you here for a mont?" Lee Wonjae asked worriedly after checking his phone. "A VIP client is making a scene in the clubhouse. I don’t want to bring you there because I don’t want you to et such a vile Alpha."

Garam chuckled, and then he nodded. "It’s fine, Appa. I’m not a kid. I’ll wait for you here."

"Don’t talk to strangers."

Pfft.

Appa is really treating like a kid.

"Don’t worry, Appa," Garam assured his Oga father-in-law, and then he gently pointed at Shin Geon who was seated at the nearest table with the other bodyguards. "I’ll let Geon Hyung deal with it if soone bothers here."

"Yes, do that. Don’t hesitate to cause a ruckus if you have to— I’ll clean up after your ss," Lee Wonjae said teasingly. "I’ll be back quickly, dear."

"Yes, Appa."

***

IT HADN’T even been five minutes when soone occupied the seat that Lee Wonjae had vacated.

At first, Garam wondered why no one from his security team stopped the ’intruder.’

But when he lifted his head, he realized why nobody was able to move.

"Uncle Sangwook..."

It was President Song Sangwook, Chairman Song Sanggyu’s oldest son, and Song Sihyuk’s oldest uncle.

He’s Sua Noona and Jung Sehun’s father...

Garam also noticed that his bodyguards were being blocked by President Song Sangwook’s bodyguards.

Oh, no.

When he saw Shin Geon about to punch the bodyguard who was blocking his way, he imdiately shook his head.

"I’m fine, everyone," Garam said calmly. "Uncle Sangwook and I will just talk for a mont."

Only then did Shin Geon and the other bodyguards retreated.

Whew.

"Don’t worry, Garam-ssi. I’ll be quick," President Song Sangwook said indifferently. "Do you want to know the mastermind behind your attack?"

"I don’t think I want to know when the assailant is already in prison, Uncle."

"I’m starting to pity you, my dear nephew-in-law."

Garam frowned, although he did his best to maintain a poker-face.

It doesn’t feel nice to be pitied on by an irresponsible father like this uncle...

"Lim Garam, don’t trust your husband too much."

Garam flinched, and this ti, he knew he couldn’t hide his emotions any longer.

"Song Sihyuk is my nephew and the so-called future of SG Group, but we all know how terrible of a person he is," Song Sangwook said, sliding a business card on the table. "Call this number if you want to find out the mastermind behind your attack, Lim Garam."

***

GARAM ran to the bathroom as soon as Song Sangwook left.

His uncle-in-law was kidding when he said he’d be quick.

Uncle Sangwook just gave the business card and left imdiately.

If Garam was still the sa clueless Garam trusting Song Sihyuk blindly, he would have ignored the business card.

But his eyes were opened now.

Hence, he decided to call the number on the business card.

It’s a business card, but only a phone number is written here.

And that number was familiar.

When he checked if his hunch was correct, he let out a gasp.

It’s the sa number as the one that sent those screenshots!

Garam tried to call that number before, but the number couldn’t be reached.

But, right now, the other line was ringing.

His heart thumped loud and fast against his chest.

Until, finally...

"Hello. This is Cho Dongpyo speaking."

Garam gasped out loud when he recognized the na. "Cho Dongpyo?"

As in Song Sihyuk’s ex-lover?

"I’ve been waiting for your call, Lim Garam-ssi."

Oh.

***

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