“Jin Yura, get out. You can’t drive in this state.”
Only then, Yura, who had squeezed her trembling hands, reluctantly got out of the car, her quivering lips moving with difficulty.
“I, I…”
“I understand. You did nothing wrong.”
“Whew.”
As if suppressing overwhelming emotions, Yura took a deep breath.
Witnessing that, Yugeon felt a piercing pain in his chest. In the face of his parents’ serious favoritism, Yugeon always felt sorry for Yura. It wasn’t the Joseon Dynasty, and yet, Yura was never given a chance just because she was a daughter.
Yura, with a strong sense of responsibility and a progressive nature, would undoubtedly have grown the company several times more than him if given the opportunity. Every time he spoke in front of his parents, it was like talking to a brick wall. So, for Yugeon, Yura was always a pitiful, sorry, and tender existence that needed to be protected.
When Yura was young, she was a child who shed many tears. Although she had a strong sense of pride and rarely cried in front of others, especially in front of her older brother, she used to cry, revealing her grievances.
However, at some point, Yura stopped showing tears. Yugeon always felt uneasy, fearing that the emotions she was swallowing might make her physically unwell.
Seeing her lips tremble as she held back tears, Yugeon spoke as if pleading.
“Please, if you want to cry, cry.”
“I won’t cry over something like this. I already know how Father thinks of me.”
Even the indifferent words Yugeon spoke as if to calm her seemed worrisome to Yura. When Yugeon silently patted her shoulder and tried to take the driver’s seat on her behalf, a chauffeur approached them.
“Vice Chairman.”
As Yugeon turned his gaze, the chauffeur hesitated before cautiously informing them of the situation.
“That… reporters have gathered outside.”
Although he anticipated it, he didn’t expect them to gather so quickly. Yugeon looked at Yura, who was fidgeting outside the garage, seemingly aware of the swollen red mark on her cheek from her father’s slap.
“Mr. Chauffeur, please bring an ice pack.”
“Yes.”
Yura looked at Yugeon with a gaze that seemed to ask why he needed an ice pack. Yugeon reached out and gently touched his sister’s cheek.
“It’s not just words on your face.”
In the midst of overwhelming emotions, Yura seemed to have forgotten the pain, and only belatedly did she feel the sensation. She frowned as she looked at Yugeon.
“Mr. Chauffeur, please drive. Yura, you ride my car.”
Concerned about not letting Yura drive, Yugeon hesitated, but Yura calmly spoke with a more composed voice.
“I’m fine. I’ll go to the company in my car.”
Yura’s small comfort from her brother slightly eased her simmering emotions. In this state, it seemed that it wouldn’t significantly affect her ability to drive.
“I heard from Ihyeon. He asked me to take you to the main house.”
Yugeon’s words once again aroused a sense of injustice in Yura.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t want to hide like this.”
Silence was said to be affirmative. For Yura, concealing herself in this way would only acknowledge that article.
Since she had never done anything shameful, no matter what others said or what kind of gaze she received, she could handle it. Yura thought she wasn’t so weak as to crumble because of such an incident. Although her mental strength was shaken by her father’s words, she was confident that she could withstand any external reactions.
“If you worry, think about the in-laws. Adults are concerned.”
At the mention of in-laws, Yura hesitated for a moment. If worrying about this and that was going to be a concern, it seemed better not to see it. Rather than that, she was more afraid of how her step-parents would perceive her.
“They would worry even more if they see me.”
“They asked to bring you home from the main house.”
At the unexpected words, Yura’s eyes widened. At that moment, the chauffeur returned with an ice pack.
“Vice Chairman, here you go.”
“Thank you. And Mr. Chauffeur, please leave Yura’s car at the newlywed house.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Let’s go.”
Yugeon, along with Yura, left the garage and headed towards the detached house. Another car belonging to Yugeon was parked separately there.
Throughout the journey to her in-laws’ house, Yura’s anxiety deepened. If her own parents didn’t believe in her innocence, she couldn’t be certain what others, who were just like them, would believe.
How many people would treat a daughter-in-law, who had been part of the family for only a month, like family? She recalled what Jung Manager had said when they had casually shared a drink in the past.
“My in-laws say they treat me like a daughter. It’s not just as their daughter, but like a daughter. Treating as a daughter and treating like a daughter are fundamentally different. I overlooked that. The in-laws are just strangers. They raised their own son on their side.”
At that time, Yura, still unmarried, couldn’t comprehend Manager Jung’s words. Those who said they treated her like a daughter, including Manager Jung who believed in that, seemed strange to her.
Even her own parents didn’t treat her like a daughter. How could someone she had met only a few times believe in such a thing? It was astonishing how they could unquestioningly believe in such vague and empty words.
So, she was at a loss about how the parents of CH Group’s insider and outsider, Baek Ihyeon, would think of her and how she should face them.
“How should I face them?”
“It’s okay. They are good people. You know that too.”
“I know, but still…”
Ihyeon’s parents were good people; she knew that. The image of Mihee she had seen when choosing a wedding dress was a bit different from what she had seen of her own parents.
At that time, Yura treated Mihee as the president of the management company she had always dealt with. That was Yura’s way of formalizing things.
But that was just a one-sided view. They had never had a long conversation, and there were no memories of sharing daily life together.
Apart from the dinner they had together after returning from their honeymoon, there had been no other meetings.
Ihyeon’s parents had said they didn’t want to disturb her because she was a working woman and didn’t want to bother her. At that time, Yura had just let those words pass, and she momentarily wished that they were not just empty words. However, Yura knew that it was just her selfish desire.
Amidst her complicated thoughts, an unwelcome name reached Yura’s ears.
“It seems like O Sejin’s interview got leaked.”
“Interview?”
“They claim to have been lovers for a long time, got engaged briefly, and still love each other. Ridiculous.”
Yura couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh because it was so unbelievable. Everything was a lie except that they had been lovers.
Their relationship had ended not because of a brief engagement but due to Sejin’s disappearance, and the words about love sounded like nothing but his delusions, not hers.
It seemed like O Sejin couldn’t distinguish between his delusions and reality.
“Crazy! Where did you come up with such nonsense?”
Yura’s anger flared up to the point where her head felt hot. Throughout the journey to her in-laws’ house, Yura racked her brain on how to deal with that nonsense, but no sharp ideas came to mind.
Had Baek Ihyeon seen that article? What could he be thinking? Yura felt uneasy not knowing how he would perceive her because of this scandal.
Before she knew it, they arrived at Ihyeon’s family home, where security personnel verified their identities and opened a large iron gate. Yugeon, who had parked the car in front of the mansion after passing through the gate, urged her to enter quickly.
“Go inside.”
“Thank you, Oppa.”
“I’ve heard enough. Just go inside.”
Even after Yugeon’s car disappeared through the iron gate, Yura lingered outside and couldn’t bring herself to enter the house.
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
