Without prior notice, I-hyun’s visit led to a rare gathering of the three family members. Despite invitations to dine together, I-hyun, always busy, had opted for a quick tea, merely wanting to relay a message.
However, his sudden announcement left CH Group’s chairman, Baek Hyuntae, and his wife Mihee dumbstruck.
“Marriage?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were a bachelor by choice?”
“Not at all.”
Mihee had pegged I-hyun as a lifelong bachelor, consumed by work. Not once had he shown interest in arranged meetings or dating, so she assumed he was a relentless workaholic destined for a solitary life.
Even Hyuntae, sharing this belief, couldn’t hide his relief as he looked at I-hyun with satisfaction.
“I was thinking……”
“You’re not marrying a man, are you?” Mihee interjected, suspicious. Hyuntae, startled, quickly intervened.
“Mihee, that’s not like I-hyun.”
“No, but you know, he never showed interest in women, and now he’s suddenly declaring marriage.”
Listening indifferently to his parents’ squabble, I-hyun calmly dismissed their concerns.
“There’s no need to worry.”
Mihee, sipping her tea thoughtfully, casually remarked, “So, she’s not a daughter from this industry.”
“Of course. It’s important to meet someone from a similar background.”
“Her name is Jin Yura.”
Hyuntae’s ongoing advice was abruptly interrupted by I-hyun’s announcement. Mihee smirked knowingly, “See, I knew it, Jin Yura… Yugeon’s sister?”
“Yes.”
“Jinwha Group, that’s not bad,” Hyuntae commented, seemingly content. But Mihee’s mind raced at the unexpected revelation. She had been ready to accept anyone, barring a man or a divorced woman with children.
While she didn’t care much about the family background of the bride, the sudden announcement twisted her thoughts. She couldn’t let her cherished son marry a girl from a strict family only to lead a loveless marriage.
Seeking to gauge I-hyun’s true intentions, Mihee devised a strategy.
“I’m against it.”
“Why, don’t you like Jinwha Group? I think it’s a good match,” Hyuntae wondered.
“It’s Jin Yura I have a problem with.”
“Why do you think so?”
Facing his mother for the first time since entering, I-hyun locked eyes with her. Mihee, usually unable to read her son, could discern the displeasure and slight discomfort in his expression.
“She’s too emotionless, like you.”
“More than mother, I believe.”
“Baek I-hyun, don’t be rude to your mother,” Hyuntae sharply reprimanded, his voice sternly unlike his usual demeanor. Mihee’s lips stretched into an inscrutable smile, sensing I-hyun’s feelings.
“Seems she’s more than just a friend’s sister to you.”
“Take it as your consent. I’ll be leaving then.”
I-hyun, reading the underlying meanings in his mother’s expressions, frowned slightly but soon bowed politely before turning to leave. His father, Hyuntae, watched disapprovingly, while Mihee murmured contentedly, “Look at that boy.”
On the day heading to the practice room, Sejin appeared with a driver, which Yura found quite displeasing. Aware that insisting further might backfire after a recent mishap, he decided to respect her approach for now.
Yura sat in the front, and Sejin took the back seat. As the car left the busy city streets, Sejin cautiously broached a topic that had been on his mind.
“I’m sorry about that day.”
“It’s fine.”
“But…”
Despite Sejin’s trailing voice, Yura kept her gaze forward, unresponsive. After receiving the practice schedule from Sejin’s manager, she had immediately sought out Jinho, seeking his intervention. Fortunately, Jinho opposed Sejin’s stubbornness and agreed to a compromise of having a driver, although he couldn’t prevent Yura from accompanying Sejin to the practice room.
Yura, feeling relieved by Jinho’s reasonable decision, encouraged Sejin to speak freely.
“Please, speak comfortably.”
“Who was that person who came the other day?”
Yura momentarily heard I-hyun’s voice echoing “darling” in her mind, annoyed at such a random use of the term that caught her off guard.
“He is Baek I-hyun, the vice president of CH Group.”
“Songrim Art Center is affiliated with CH Group.”
“Yes, he often visits the director.”
“But why did he come looking for you that day?”
Sejin’s question, exactly as Yura had anticipated, was met with her concealed smile. Stuck in his delusion about her feelings, Sejin must have been irked by I-hyun’s term of endearment.
Yura, prepared for this, replied without hesitation.
“It’s a personal matter.”
“We’ve arrived.”
As the driver announced their arrival, Yura was pleased at the timely end to the conversation and thanked the driver.
“Thank you for your effort. Please wait here.”
Exiting the car, Yura gestured Sejin towards the practice room, saying, “Let’s go in.”
Sejin remained silent after his question about I-hyun, a relief for Yura who preferred to avoid unnecessary dialogue. After scanning the practice room, Yura placed her laptop on a table by the window.
“I’ll be working over here.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
