011 Sisters

Once a decision is made, it must be carried out without hesitation. Yunhui Yin swiftly signed the "contract of servitude" at lightning speed.

The contract from Artist was brief, lasting only one year. Clearly, it was presented as an equal partnership, so this agreement was more about testing the waters.

After one year, they would decide whether to continue working together.

However, when someone suggested having lunch together at noon, Yunhui Yin chose to make a hasty exit.

He found it a bit unbearable dealing with Director Zhengkun Li, the long-haired man from Peninsula Film Arts Academy, who had also reviewed the script.

The script was decent, simply put:

It tells the story of an outstanding yet impoverished high school baseball player who, after three failures in becoming a free agent, draft attempts, and university entrance exams, manages to enter his desired university through a sponsorship fee, only to face a future filled with uncertainty.

It’s a tale of juvenile delinquency, sports, and coming of age—both painful and desperate—demanding great acting skills.

This wasn’t a big issue for Yunhui Yin. The biggest challenge might be shaving his head very short and tanning his skin.

He was already committed to fitness and didn’t need to deliberately gain weight.

The schedule would be a bit tight, but since it was an independent film, the production team could be assembled quickly, and filming wouldn’t take long.

Both the company and the director hoped to participate in the Jeonju International Film Festival during summer vacation, with plans to attend the Seoul Independent Film Festival at the end of the year.

Meanwhile, the filming for the first season of "Penthouse" was scheduled for the latter half of the year.

In other words, Yunhui Yin was about to join the crew soon. Independent films don’t require much shooting time, but post-production still needed to be done.

The intensity would ramp up instantly.

Given the situation, he decided to find a place to eat first since he had declined the director’s lunch invitation.

He rode his small scooter slowly along the street, looking for a restaurant he hadn’t tried before.

At a red light, Yunhui Yin caught sight of two familiar figures lingering on the sidewalk—the two shared similar facial features.

They were also looking at him.

Yunhui Yin honked lightly, then lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing a smile.

“Doctor Liu?”

Before the older, intellectually graceful woman could respond, the girl beside her, fitting the stereotype of a big, simple-hearted bear, burst out:

“Why is it you again! Oppa Yunhui!”

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“I heard from Director Wu that Doctor Liu is doing very well. She wants you to stay at the Children’s Future Center.”

“Would Director Wu really praise me like that? Honestly, I’ve always felt I haven’t done enough.”

“Nonsense. You should know Director Wu well—she’s only kind and gentle when dealing with children.”

Yunhui Yin placed his helmet on the remaining seat at the dining table, sitting opposite the two sisters.

Zhiming Liu gave him a subtle, sidelong glance.

Her older sister chatted with Oppa Yunhui while ordering.

“Director Wu is the chief director of your hospital?”

“Yes, she’s the best pediatrician on the peninsula. Our Incheon Songdu University Affiliated Hospital houses the peninsula’s only Children’s Future Center.”

“Not only that, Director Wu is also the current chairwoman of the Songdu Memorial Foundation. She was my grandfather’s most accomplished student.”

Yunhui Yin continued.

He hadn’t graduated yet, so he was only a board member for now. Even after graduation, he probably wouldn’t become chair immediately—it didn’t matter who held the position.

The Songdu Memorial Foundation was once like the Park Kaka Scholarship Foundation or the Samsung Huyan Foundation—just an ordinary corporate foundation.

But before Yunhui Yin’s grandfather passed away, he transformed it into a charitable public interest foundation.

Yunhui Yin first inherited his grandfather’s estate, paid taxes, then donated it to the Songdu Memorial Foundation, thus placing it under the strict protection of the Special Act on the Establishment and Operation of Public Interest Corporations.

This meant enjoying more benefits in the future while shouldering greater social responsibility, essentially aligning the foundation’s fate with that of the country. Unless something catastrophic happened to the Republic of South Hanmin, no one could seize it—not even Yunhui Yin himself could extract money from it.

In essence, it reflected the family’s belief in power over finance.

“The true ruling principle of this world is not justice, but power. Power is the god of this world, and that is justice.”

(The “Diary of Zao Yun**: 1883–1943”)

“Who asked you!”

Zhiming Liu was a bit flustered.

With both her sister and brother present, she was overwhelmed. Why did she have to run into Oppa Yunhui? And why was he so naturally eating with them?

“Zhiming.”

“Oh…”

Her sister merely called her name, and Zhiming obediently served Yunhui Yin tea and water.

“By the way, Director Wu’s younger niece has also become a trainee, I think? You might get to know her someday.”

Yunhui Yin thought about how many children from middle-class or wealthier families now aspired to become entertainers.

“Oh?”

“If I remember correctly, it’s JYPE. Director Wu’s brother’s family also has two daughters—the older sister is my age, and the younger is even younger than you, Zhiming.”

“Hey! Why do you remember so clearly, Oppa Yunhui? Do you have feelings for the older sister? What about my sister then? Should she become a widow? Oppa Yunhui, you heartless man!”

Zhiming Liu got carried away, speaking without filter and offending multiple people at once. Yunhui Yin was baffled.

“Ah?”

“Hey~ Sister, why are you hitting me…”

Before Yunhui Yin could respond, Zhiming was slapped by her older sister, who gently patted the back of her head.

Her mind was already empty, now even more worrying.

“Director Wu’s brother is a judge at the Incheon District Court’s Juvenile Division. Our student council recently had a volunteer event and made contact with Judge Wu.”

Yunhui Yin continued as if he hadn’t witnessed the “domestic violence” between the sisters.

He had special feelings for Zhiming Liu and was not indifferent to her sister either.

However… it seemed Zhiming’s sister had noticed something about a past incident. What could be done? She was a doctor, after all, working at their own hospital.

“Zhiming, we haven’t finished our previous conversation. Do you remember your earliest memory?”

Doctor Liu deliberately led the topic, and her simple-minded little sister fell for it immediately.

“Ha!”

Zhiming rolled her eyes, instantly flaring up and huffing at Yunhui Yin.

“Hehe, Oppa Yunhui, I would never forgive you in any lifetime for making me have such terrible memories.”

“What on earth?”

Yunhui Yin hadn’t caught on yet—what memories?

At that moment, Doctor Liu explained:

“At our hospital’s Children’s Future Center, the seniors often chat about ‘infantile amnesia.’

Recently, a team from Yale University published a paper in the latest issue of Science using fMRI to study the infant hippocampus.”

“Oh~ and then?”

When it came to unfamiliar professional knowledge, Yunhui Yin was much more interested than Zhiming, who only knew how to blink adorably.

“So, I asked our beloved little Zhiming when she could clearly recall a memory and what kind of event it was.”

Doctor Liu’s words made Yunhui Yin lean back subconsciously.

“It can’t have anything to do with me, right? I don’t recall doing anything to Zhiming when we were kids…”

“Oppa Yunhui!”