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Soyeon and Miyeon met under very strange, but very real circumstances.
Miyeon's little daughter, Wonyoung, was playing on the playground once, and at some point disappeared from Cho's field of vision. Succumbing to panic, Miyeon searched every corner of the playground, explored the yard, but did not find her child. She had a strong tantrum, and only her friends were able to calm her down by drinking strong tea, adding a drop of whiskey to it. Mien seriously wanted to go to the police about the loss of Wonyoung (or, God forbid, abduction), but at some point a message came to her phone from a number that was not in her contacts.
From: +82 20 4080 5757
Good afternoon! Sorry to bother you
From: +82 20 4080 5757
Is this Cho Mien?
Miyeon then frowned a lot, but she began typing the answer right away. She only thought that someone could write to her who knew at least some information about her daughter.
Me:
Yes, it's me
Me:
Who is it
From: +82 20 4080 5757
My name is Jeon Soen
From: +82 20 4080 5757
I have your daughter
Ah, so it was a kidnapping after all? Miyeon didn't know any Jeong Soen; that name meant nothing to her, and Mi was so angry that she immediately began writing everything she thought about this egregious case of her child's abduction.
Me:
So, yes?
Aren't you ashamed to steal other people's children and then write
so easy and casual about it?
Your life is so bad,
that you want to get money from me too?
Me:
Return my daughter to me immediately!
Me:
I have already written a statement to the police —
You will be found quickly!
Of course, Miyeon lied about the latter. But she was emotional — she can be forgiven.
"Mi, what happened?" Shuhua, Miyeon's old childhood friend, sat down next to her parent and asked about her well-being. The eldest had no face at all — pale as a toadstool.
"It was a kidnapping. Some Jeon Soyeon wrote to me that she had my daughter. She's got my Wonyoung, you know?!"
Miyeon snapped again, and her friends exchanged glances with each other. The same Jeon Soyeon who is the daughter of the Minister of Culture? They knew exactly the name associated with such information.
"There is one Jeon Soyeon, she is quite famous and influential. Did she ask for a ransom?"
Mien didn't answer anything, just handed the phone to Yuqi, and she began to read the correspondence aloud. By this time, there were more messages from the "abductor".
From: +82 20 4080 5757
I'm sorry, what did I do?
From: +82 20 4080 5757
What kind of police, Miyeon?
From: +82 20 4080 5757
Your daughter followed me,
Because I thought I was you!
From: +82 20 4080 5757
Look!
From: +82 20 4080 5757
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In the photo sent to Soen, there was a picture of a certain blonde in a cornflower-blue dress, belted with a beige belt. Next to the stranger was Wonyoung — smiling and looking extremely calm. Her eyes, of course, were tearful, because the girl ended up not with her mother, but she was clearly safe and her life was not in danger. Yuqi immediately looked at Miyeon, finding her wearing the same dress, and Cho's hair color was identical.
When Yuqi finished reading the correspondence and showed the photo to Miyeon, she sighed with relief and laughed — hysteria always manifested itself in different ways, but now the girl was happy that the child was found.
She decided to dial Soyeon and apologize to her.
"Hello?" heard on the other side of the wire, and Miyeon sighed heavily.
"Hello, Soyeon. This is Miyeon, excuse me, please. I really thought you kidnapped her," her voice was so quiet and forced that Soyeon gasped in surprise".
"Please, Miyeon, don't worry so much. Wonyoung is fine, she just confused you with me, and was scared when I turned around. She is fed, even managed to sleep. Now he is playing and waiting for you. Come, here's the address", Soyeon dictated all the data, and then invited me to drink tea, calm down and discuss everything.
Miyeon rushed to the youngest immediately, not even taking anyone with her. All she cared about was that everything was fine with Wonyoung, and Soyeon turned out to be quite a nice and open girl, despite her social status and what was written about her on the Internet.
So, in fact, they met, and so they began to be friends. On weekends, Wonyoung came to visit Jeon, even played with her parents, and the Minister of Culture himself called her his grand-niece. Miyeon found a good friend, and even though there was a difference of seven years between them. They had a similar style of clothing, tastes in food, and even listened to the same music. It seemed that fate itself brought Miyeon and Soyeon together, and Wonyoung found herself an adult and very cool, affectionate, like a flower, friend. Isn't that great?
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