The driver had promised not to leak anything, but the driver’s plea couldn’t move Soo-cheol, who didn’t trust even his family.
A few days ago, Soo-cheol came back after having his future read at the fortune-telling place Young-sook often visited. Young-sook was pleased, saying that everything would go smoothly until he was 80 years old and that he would remain healthy and have no problems in everything he did.
“Why should everything go well in old age? Where did you see that it would go well?”
He didn’t believe in things like fortune-telling, but Young-sook left only good remarks, saying that they fit very well.
“Damn wife. What’s so good about having good luck? It’s all crap.”
He wanted to vent his anger on someone, but there was no target, so Soo-cheol raged alone, shrugging his shoulders vigorously.
“That old man has lived long enough; it’s time for him to go.”
If he didn’t pay Chang-jung back in the same coin for the anger he felt now, he thought he might develop anger issues.
After Soo-cheol finished his thoughts, he made a fist with a stern look in his eyes. He regulated his breathing by repeating inhales and exhales, and Soo-cheol’s shoulders, which had been violently shrugging, calmed down.
Rather than wrapping his head around what had already happened and groaning about it, he needed to prepare for a counterattack.
Soo-cheol felt determined to pay Chang-jung back at least several dozen times over for what he had endured.
[End of the transcript] Soo-cheol’s gaze, deciding how to handle Chang-jung, turned to the desk drawer.Soo-cheol, having loosened his tie, took out the key from his pants pocket and opened the locked drawer. The expression on Soo-cheol’s face brightened as he picked up the vibrating flip phone from the drawer.
As soon as Soo-cheol learned that Chang-jung had triggered the article, he received a call from the broker he had instructed to dig up everything about Chang-jung from his childhood, by any means necessary.
“I knew I’d get a call within a day. I thought it might take at least a week. Haha.”
Soo-cheol was satisfied, convinced that the broker had successfully made the call, fulfilling his role.
Times had changed rapidly, but one thing that hadn’t changed was that there was nothing money couldn’t solve.
Except for being born again, everything else was possible with money.
“So, I can’t help but love this world.”
Knowing that the quality of life varied depending on how much money one had in hand, Soo-cheol had no intention of losing what he held in his hands.
Rather than losing everything in his hands, he’d rather be a character who chose the path to hell.
“Hello.”
[Chairman, I’ve found him.]“I see. You’re quick to get in touch.”
[Found what you were looking for.]Soo-cheol chuckled at the broker’s concise response. He didn’t see the broker’s face who brought him satisfactory answers, but regardless of the past, he was someone he wanted to keep by his side.
“Yeah. Did you already bring good news?”
[Yes. You’ll be very satisfied when you hear it.]“Depending on my satisfaction, I’ll add a bonus on top of excluding the commission, you know?”
If he could repay Chang-jung the same way, he was willing to provide a bonus that would even cover the cost of a house.
If he could pull down the slippery old man, put the HG Group under Yuso’s feet, even if he was a worthless guy, Soo-cheol was willing to keep him by his side and let him enjoy a golden retirement.
Soo-cheol eagerly anticipated what good news the broker had brought him.
“Now, don’t dilly-dally; just get straight to the point.”
[Well…] Soo-cheol, leaning over the phone, listened to the broker’s voice, then suddenly burst into crazy laughter and cheers.Min-hyuk couldn’t help but stick his tongue out at Chang-jung’s abnormal way of thinking.
Are you trying to play the role of a savior by showing up at the last moment?
Min-hyuk looked at Chang-jung with a suspicious gaze. Despite knowing that Min-hyuk’s warm gaze was directed at him, Chang-jung did not look back.
Da-hyun shook her head, raising her upper body. Sobbing intermittently, she let out occasional sobs.
Chang-jung looked at Da-hyun pitifully. Min-hyuk couldn’t dare to guess how she felt, so he couldn’t offer any comforting words.
“I know. It’s hard to accept reality. I kept hesitating too. Even if I say it, Sa-aga, you will be in pain and sorrow. But I decided to speak now because I felt like I couldn’t keep putting it off forever.”
Da-hyun raised her head with a trembling voice. Then, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she looked up.
“Ugh, no, no. Thank you for letting me know. Dad, thank you. Sniff, thank you.”
“I’m really perplexed about how to face Jae-hee’s face after I’m gone. Still, it would be nice to see her. Lately, I miss her so much.”
Sometimes, it’s better not to console. It’s better to wake her up to accept reality quickly. Min-hyuk found it disgusting that he couldn’t be of any help to her and pressed his lips tightly.
Da-hyun sniffled, smoothing her choked voice. Lifting her head, she took a deep breath.
“…What kind of person was he?”
Min-hyuk and Chang-jung could see that Da-hyun was making an effort not to cry. Her eyes and the tip of her nose turned red as she tucked her lips in.
“That guy. Your father was someone who sincerely stayed by my side, not pretending. Your father was incredibly… patient.”
It would naturally be strange to suddenly call him father just after finding out that he was her biological father. Chang-jung smiled kindly and continued.
“So when Yeon-sil had a wedding, he even smiled and understood. Despite knowing that he had his own child. Instead of harboring resentment, he wished for you and Yeon-sil to live happily.”
You did well in enduring. Da-hyun felt strangely similar to him. She endured and endured all kinds of contempt and neglect in Soo-cheol’s house, just like me.
Da-hyun seemed to know what kind of person her real father, whom she couldn’t remember at all, was like.
She couldn’t guess how Yeon-sil lived each day after marrying Soo-cheol. The feeling of having a child with the man she loves but having to raise it as the child of another man she doesn’t love.
With a detached face, Da-hyun unconsciously murmured quietly.
“I miss Mom.”
She missed Yeon-sil, who sacrificed herself for me, the man she loved, and the family.
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
