Chapter 422 - Wedding (3) – Part 1
The weather was getting warmer after the Lunar New Year’s Day in February. The spring was on its way.
Gun-Ho was checking his email at his desk in the office at GH Mobile when he found an email from Mori Aikko, which he had never expected to see.
[Oppa, it has been a while since we were together the last time. The cherry blossoms will be in full bloom within two months. There will be a cherry blossom festival at the Heian Shrine in Kyoto as they have held every year. Daigokuden of Heian Shrine in Tokyo City sent a special invitation to dancing geishas for a dance performance. They will set up a stage for us. Until then, I have spare time, so I’m going on a trip to South Korea around mid-March. I feel so excited already thinking of meeting you there soon.
– Love from Mori Aikko ]
Gun-Ho was terrified.
“Shoot. My wedding will be in mid-March. Why does she have to come then?”
Gun-Ho walked around in his office in a panic.
“What should I tell her?”
But people’s minds worked in a strange way sometimes. Gun-Ho actually missed Mori Aikko when he thought of her clear eyes and full lips.
“I want to see her. What should I do?”
Gun-Ho didn’t want to ruin his wedding. He invested too much in it, and he wouldn’t let anything disturb it.
Gun-Ho replied.
[Mori Aikko, it’s really good to hear from you. I’ve missed you a lot too, and I would be absolutely happy to meet you when you come to Korea if I could. The thing is that I won’t be in Korea in mid-March. I will be in China. I have some businesses going on there, and I need to take care of some joint venture contracts. I will go to Japan to see you during the cherry blossom festival.
– Love from your oppa]
After clicking the send button to reply to her, Gun-Ho felt sorry for her.
“Mori Aikko, I’m so sorry. I will go to Japan in the near future, and I will buy you nice food and expensive clothes. I promise. I’m sorry.”
Gun-Ho heard someone saying it.
The professor introduced Artist Young-San Hwang to the class. Mr. Young-San Hwang looked like he was in his late 60s, and he was one of the elders in the national art community. He was once a dean at a famous art school in Seoul City, and he often participated in a national art competition as a judge. His outfit was peculiar.
The artist displayed several paintings on the screen and started explaining them. He spoke slowly, but his explanation and interpretation of the artworks were definitely interesting. Gun-Ho was intrigued by him. The lecture ended, and Artist Young-San Hwang was walking out of the class when Gun-Ho called him.
“Umm, sir.”
Artist Hwang turned around and looked at Gun-Ho.
“I really enjoyed your lecture, sir. I’m a businessman, but I have an art gallery. I’m honored to meet you in person, sir.”
Gun-Ho gave his business card to the painter, and he looked at Gun-Ho’s business card carefully.
“I own an art gallery.”
“Oh, really? Is it in Insa Town?”
“Not in Insa Town, but it’s in Sinsa Town in Gangnam District. We recently hosted an art exhibition with Chinese young artists’ avant-garde and also with the French master of color aesthetics—Marion Kinsky.”
“Oh, Marion Kinsky!”
Artist Hwang gave his business card to Gun-Ho. The word ‘Artist’ was written on the business card in English.
“I’d like to see your artworks someday, sir.”
“Actually, I’m currently having an art exhibition in Gawngju City. I live there.”
Artist Hwang offered his hand to Gun-Ho for a handshake and then turned around and walked off.