“Sunny on, shining will… Is that right? Yeah, it seems right.”
“Hmm…”
“Both meanings are good, right?”
Taeso couldn’t say anything to Jaein, who smiled with her eyes closed. Eventually, Jaein approached first and silently hugged Taeso.
“When we met before, she said she used to do sewing as a hobby when she was young.”
“…Yeah.”
“Wow, even machines probably can’t make things this delicate. How evenly each stitch is made, and the fabric is so smooth.”
“…”
“Since we left Korea, have you ever contacted her?”
“…No.”
“Then it must have been conveyed by Director Jang.”
“Hmm…”
“Don’t say anything.”
That night, after a long time of being embraced by Jaein, Taeso left the bedroom and went to the baby’s room.
After staring at the items she had taken out of the box for a long time, she found an envelope neatly placed on top of twelve swaddling clothes.
“Those of you are better people than me. You will truly be good parents. With a heart even happier than anyone else’s, and without a single greedy desire, you have prepared, so please accept it. I wish you a safe delivery. Congratulations with all my heart.”
Jaein must have already read the short letter written with approval. And she probably intentionally left it in a conspicuous place.
Taeso couldn’t take her eyes off the items that JoMo had personally made and selected and sent. Without saying a word, her gaze moved only to the box with open eyes.
“…….”
Among all the delicate, shining, and dazzling small things, there was something slightly faded. Without realizing it, Taeso reached out, and her mouth slowly opened as she held it.
In the last letter of Taeso’s name engraved on the front of a jacket similar to the one that Jaein said was so beautiful that it should be exhibited in a museum, there was a Chinese character.
Although it also means upright and compassionate, the most widely known meaning is,
“Forgiveness.”
At the unintentional words she uttered, Taeso’s eyes turned red. Gyeo-tae, to forgive; Seo, is the last character of her name. During the curious days when she wondered about everything, six-year-old Taeso, through a dictionary, found out that her name meant forgiveness on a grand scale, and she smiled.
There was only one person she could ask.
“Grandma, did I do something wrong?”
“Our Taeso did nothing wrong.”
“But why is my name a big forgiveness? Do I have to ask for forgiveness? Or do I have to forgive someone?”
“It’s not like that. Those who seek forgiveness may exist, but forgiving is in Taeso’s heart.”
“My heart…?”
“Baby, who calls you Taeso?”
“Grandma calls me that. And sometimes Mom calls me that too.”
Other than that, there was no one else who called young Taeso by her name. The household employees amusingly called him Young Master, and his father, Kang Shinjae, almost never called his name.
In the UK, he was called Dave instead of Taeso by teachers or friends. It was because he had given himself an English name, Dave, a common name among peers, fearing that he would become a target of kidnapping.
“Yeah, this grandma calls the baby like that.”
“Yes.”
“Every time I call you, it means I’m asking for a big forgiveness. I’m sorry to you.”
“Grandma is sorry to me?”
“Yeah.”
“But what did you do wrong?”
“Well…”
Looking up at Grandma Im Changjang, who couldn’t easily answer, Taeso, who had been smiling for a long time, cautiously spoke.
“I’ll forgive you.”
“…….”
“I don’t know what it is, but I’ll forgive you, so don’t feel sorry.”
“…Baby.”
“I’m not angry. So it’s okay.”
“Taeso, baby, Taeso….”
At that time, she didn’t know why JoMo hugged her and cried so much. Why JoMo, dragging her father with her, apologized for calling and not calling your name, saying sorry, sorry.
Before leaving Korea, JoMo told her that she didn’t need to struggle to forgive someone she couldn’t forgive.
She also said not to be angry with someone who doesn’t ask for forgiveness. She urged him to put down everything that felt heavy and live lightly. That was JoMo’s last farewell.
JoMo had been making Taeso’s hanbok, seeking forgiveness for her even before Taeso was born.
And by calling Taeso’s name, the father who denied the birth of his son constantly wished for forgiveness in that way.
Fragments of childhood memories suddenly overwhelmed Taeso.
Hugging the hanbok that I clearly wore when I was born, Taeso cried. It was then that she realized why JoMo had named her this way.
A few days later, Taeso called JoMo. She asked about her health in a cautious tone and ended the brief conversation. Jaein, who found out that he had talked to JoMo, framed Taeso’s hanbok, which he had kept preciously, and hung it on the wall in the study.
And now, after several more months, Taeso loaded two hanboks similar to the one I wore into the car. Her hands trembled as she made a call to the attending doctor and turned the steering wheel with a deep breath.
“Just a little, just wait a little.”
“Hu…, Yes.”
Every time the signal stopped, Jaein, who endured the pain by twisting her body, finally arrived at the hospital.
Following her, who was lying on the bed and biting her lips with a pale face, Taeso found out through the nurses’ words that her amniotic fluid had already broken.
Jaein, who drove sympathetically considering her husband’s discomfort, didn’t know that the front passenger seat and the floor were soaked with amniotic fluid because she suppressed the pain by gritting her teeth.
Taeso, trying hard not to stagger, felt like she had fallen in the middle of hell.
It was her world that had been happy when they were alone, but now, both she and he had to be alone. She couldn’t ask anyone, and she couldn’t rely on anyone.
Although she had always thought it was okay to be alone in her life, at this moment, being alone felt more terrifying than ever. Moreover, it was horrendous to know that Jaein was suffering so much because of her.
“Jaein, Jaein, it’s okay. It will be okay.”
“Yes, yes.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you hurt.”
“Hu, why, why are you sorry, Taeso.”
“Because I’m outside. I’ll wait here, so don’t be scared.”
“Yes, Taeso, yes.”
In the end, Jaein, who kept responding to Taeso’s calls despite not being able to make a proper sound, entered the delivery room alone after Taeso.
Only after the delivery room door closed, Taeso, with a voice mixed with crying, whispered.
“Please, please come back safely…”
The one who seemed calmer than anyone in front of Jaein knelt down and sat down. For the one and only person to hurt less, to be less scared, to be less difficult.
Taeso’s face, which could do nothing but seek forgiveness with all her heart, was drenched with tears.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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