Hyeju quickly searched Chinese characters on her phone. At first glance, it seemed like a character with many strokes, just a vaguely drawn pattern. However, after hearing Sucheol’s words, it indeed looked similar to the character ‘婚’ (hun), meaning marriage. A character made with black thread, and it wasn’t just any character; it seemed to be the characters ‘결혼할 혼’ (hon for getting married). A feeling of unease crept in. “Could this be related to Won Hyerim’s case?” Haein nun had mentioned that Hyerim’s belongings might still be somewhere. Juwon had ultimately failed to find them.
A creepy feeling set in. “It can’t be a keepsake left by her in men’s underwear… but there seems to be a meaning to these characters. How on earth did this happen?” The most plausible scenario was the involvement of a shaman, similar to Juwon’s visit to Hyerim. The problem was how they managed to leave it on Juwon’s underwear.
“Why? Is there something wrong with your panties?”
“No, nothing.”
Hyeju mumbled and closed the trash bin. Sucheol gave her a suspicious look, but seeing her serious expression, he didn’t press further.
“Anyway, let’s overlook it this time, but next time, be more careful! Don’t bring anyone into the house recklessly. Got it?”
“Sigh, I got it. Even if I try to restrain my grown-up daughter, she’s just a spinster, after all.”
“I’d rather grow old and die as a spinster than submit to a strict guy like Juwon.”
“Juwon oppa isn’t that strict, you know?”
“You’re already taking your lover’s side over your dad’s? Oh dear, it’s pitiful.”
“But Dad, there’s Mrs. Miok at home! By the way, let’s try the braised dish she made. I really wanted to eat it.”
While bickering, Sucheol diligently set the table.
In front of the set table, Hyeju started her meal nonchalantly.
She made a constant effort to keep her gaze from returning to the closed trash bin.
[Star Icon]As soon as Sucheol left, Hyeju collected the plastic bag. Fortunately, Sucheol had emptied the trash bin, so she could safeguard her panties without causing a fuss.
“Could all these nightmares have started because of this? Just because of this one character?”
It was a story that was hard to believe.
If she hadn’t heard about shamans from Dahee or the story about Haein nun from Juwon, she might have considered it insane.
However, just as Juwon’s nightmares weren’t logical, it wasn’t unreasonable to think that the cause was also illogical. Considering the possibility of shamanic intervention, the ‘shaman involvement theory’ didn’t seem too far-fetched.
Hyeju pondered deeply in front of the plastic bag.
“Oppa mostly wears clothes sent from our family home. The same goes for underwear. So, was this character engraved before it came into oppa’s hands? Who on earth would do such a thing?”
The first person that came to mind was Juwon’s mother. She was the most accessible person to his underwear, as she was the one sending his clothes.
“But when I asked Seungwon, they seemed like a harmonious family. There’s no apparent motive for such an act.”
If someone deceived and did this, it would be somewhat understandable. However, Hyeju’s instinct put more weight on another possibility.
“There’s someone else. Someone who has easy access to oppa’s belongings, and perhaps in a location where even if someone found out, they wouldn’t be suspected…”
Suddenly, the image of a housemaid popped into Hyeju’s mind.
She vaguely heard from Seungwon that there were three housemaids in their family home.
Considering the accessibility to underwear alone, the housemaid seemed the most plausible suspect.
“I should definitely check.”
Hyeju quickly got up and headed to Juwon’s officetel. It was late at night, but time was of the essence.
Though she found her established household absurd, if, by any chance, it turned out to be true, it was an extremely dangerous situation. If someone harbored resentment around Juwon for such a long time, she needed to inform him immediately.
Having stayed at Juwon’s place for a few days, she already knew the password. Hyeju opened the door and entered familiarly.
“Where did oppa put his underwear?”
Unable to see him calmly lying down and only seeing the untidy, Hyeju frantically searched through all four rooms before finally finding the underwear.
“Here it is!”
Pulling out a few visible ones and checking the bands, Hyeju’s skin shivered slightly.
“Really… it’s here, right?”
Every pulled-out underwear had the same engraved character without missing a single one. The Chinese character ‘婚’ meaning marriage, embroidered with black thread.
Now, looking closely, the colors of the underwear varied, but the bands were all skillfully dyed black. Moreover, it wasn’t easily noticeable; it was discreetly engraved on the stitched part, so Hyeju didn’t notice it at first.
“Let’s think it through, think it through.”
Hyeju nervously bit her lip. It was both awkward and frightening to find a clue from panties in such a manner.
“How deep must the resentment be to go this far?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
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