The next day dawned; it was the day his second wedding was going to happen. Sunnae mirrored herself in a white wedding dress, which added some pleasantness to her already blooming face.
The door opened, and she turned to look. It was Su-Won and her grandfather. Both of their faces had been accommodating with the nerve that contrived them blind to her dazzling bride beauty.
"Where is Dae-Hyeon? He is not here yet." Su-Won asked.
Sunnae returned a baffled look, and she bent down her felonious face. "Isn't he here yet?" She languished and contemplated miserably at their bamboozled sight.
Suddenly, someone entered inside rushingly. Three of them turned to look at him.
"Sir, the groom is making a scene on the stage." He informed.
Immediately, everyone stepped out.
On the stage where the wedding was going to happen, with the same old, fuzzy formal shirt and pants, he was observing all the press and wealthy people jostling around and waiting for what was going to happen at the wedding.
Once he got a glimpse of his grandfather, brother, and little girl, Sunnae came running to the place. He quickly moved the nick near his mouth and started to announce:
"I'm Dae-Hyeon, the groom. It's nice to meet you all. First, I sincerely apologise for wasting your time by making all of you come to this wedding. I'm strictly against my grandfather's wish that I should marry my little girl, Sunnae."
He glanced once at three of them growling at him, then went back to his announcement: "I call off this marriage. I want my wife back." He firmly made it public and pursed his lips before saying, "So... please excuse me."
He then threw the mike to the catch and jumped down from the stage that was two feet high in length, gratifyingly smiling himself since the appeal was known to the public, so in the coming days even his grandfather couldn't force him to marry Sunnae. If he did, his true face, a well-known screen, would be ripped off with humiliation and would cause vehement gliding in his business, in which his flag flies.
While he was passing by three of them, he roared deeply but with a lower voice, "You guys can't slave me anymore. My wife had opened my blind eyes that had been believing all of your words back then." Dropping a sarcastic smirk, Dae-Hyeon walked off from them as the press's camera focused on three of their insuppressible growls peeking out vulgarly.
Then it captured Dae-Hyeon leaving the wedding area entrance with his back showing, which had been decorated sumptuously.
Believing all of their words? Yes, Dae-Hyeon has always been raised as a substitute for Mr. Jang's industry, where he should nod for every action they take and obey their every order like a water-soaked goat head. And pointedly, Dae-Hyeon was always perfect in handling all the problems that the company encountered in every way, which Jang Su-Won lacked. That's why they were still using him. Since he realised Sun-Hwa loved him and had never given up on him, he craved her on his own accord.
Within one hour, Dae-Hyeon reached manager Dong-Han's house.
"Did you do what I asked for?" He made his way towards his manager, who was handling so many calls at once.
Once ignoring all the rumbling that was coming from the phone, with a horrible sigh escaping his lips, he looked up at him, who was wearing a felicitous look on his face.
"Yes, I'm working on it. Don't you see?" He snarled and went back to answering every call as Dae-Hyeon nodded enthusiastically before sitting next to him on the sofa.
Dong-Han was connecting his call to all of the wealthy industry members in Chuncheon, South Korea, only to find out about Sun-Hwa.
Because the place of rosy blossoming trees she showed on the wedding's first day was Nami Island, Chuncheon, South Korea.
"Sir, please provide her sure name. In that way, it would be easy for us to search." One polite request came up from the phone that was lying straight in front of Dae-Hyeon.
"Han. Han Sun-Hwa," Dae-Hyeon responded quickly.
"Okay, sir!" came the response from the phone. .
Meanwhile...
"Mr. Dong-Han, we found the woman with the same name. I'll fax a photo. Call me after confirming it." came an assurance from the same phone while every other phone was halting sounding.
With inquisitive looks on their faces, their eyes were fixed on the fax machine, which was roaring in order to push out the fax.
Curiousness reached their heads as the fax pushed out the printing paper gingerly that was about to reveal the face. At last, it exposed her lips. Dae-Hyeon jumped stood up, and slapped Dong-Han's shoulder while he was still scrutinising until her eyes came printed out.
For Dae-Hyeon, it was easy peasy to recognise his love since he had longingly gazed at the wedding photo for her yesterday for the whole night.
"We got her!" Dae-Hyeon exuberantly hugged Dong-Han, whose lips curled into a pleasant smile as his hand clutched the phone and dialled back to the informer.
"Yes, she is the one we are searching for. Can you send me her information? All about where she is and what she is doing, everything!" Dong-Han requested while Dae-Hyeon plucked the fax paper and desirously pressed it against his chest, hugging it acutely.
His hug reiterated his endearing desire and yearning for Sun-Hwa.