“I don’t care! I want him to suffer as much as my daughter did. I want him to suffer as much as my daughter went through because of him!”
Gwi-nyeo couldn’t refuse Mrs. Do’s desperate plea. Perhaps it was the memory of Hye-rim, who used to greet her with a bright smile whenever they met in the neighborhood.
“There’s something you need.”
For that purpose, Gwi-nyeo said she needed a lock of Hye-rim’s hair.
In the midst of the deserted mountains, digging her daughter’s grave, Mrs. Do couldn’t help but recall how much she had cried, and even now, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The connection that began like that continued for more than ten years.
Gwi-nyeo advised Mrs. Do to weave Juwon’s belongings with the hair strands made from Hye-rim’s deceased hair. Mrs. Do, who had entered Juwon’s family as a housemaid, handling her tasks carefully so as not to arouse any suspicion, felt proud every time she saw Juwon’s deteriorating condition.
‘Feel the pain my daughter felt just before she died!’
The hair imbued with Gwi-nyeo’s prayers was now reduced to only a few strands.
Mrs. Do smiled sardonically as she gazed at the neatly wrapped hair in the red pouch.
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The lodging for employees working at the main house was a bit away from the main building.
The place where about ten people, including the indispensable chauffeur, driver, gardener, and housemaid, stayed was a comfortable space with separate accommodations for men and women.
The reason Professor Pil-yeon, who was a university professor, and the CEOs of companies that Pil-yeon considered friends could enjoy such privileges was not only due to the vast land owned by his family for generations but also thanks to the investment genius, Sunwoo Yeon.
With jackpots being hit left and right, whether in stocks or paintings, Yeon’s abundant wealth allowed them to lead a luxurious life.
As a result, the lodging for employees was also well-facilitated, almost extravagant.
Early in the morning, Mrs. Do, who habitually touched the pocket containing her daughter’s hair, briskly left her lodging.
“Good morning! You look very relaxed today. Anything special?”
The gardener, who was pulling weeds, greeted her with a cheerful face. Most of the people working in this house had known each other for more than ten, some even over thirty years.
“Yes.”
Mrs. Do, too lazy to return the greeting, simply nodded and walked past.
At that moment, In-yeong, a familiar face to Mrs. Do, caught her eye.
“Hmm?”
Sitting on a part of the garden covered with fresh grass was Sunwoo Yeon. With a white hat and a shawl draped over her shoulders, she looked as beautiful as a painting.
‘What kind of luck did that girl have to be born with such a good fortune? Some come to work carrying a laundry basket, others roll around in luxury from the morning.’
The employees in this house really liked Sunwoo Yeon. It was because of her character—not overly kind but full of integrity, fast at calculations yet not stingy.
However, Mrs. Do just couldn’t find her charming. No matter how good a person she was, in the end, she was the woman who gave birth to the enemy of my daughter.
‘Wait and see. Eventually, you will lose a child like me!’
Mrs. Do muttered this silently to herself.
At that moment, Sunwoo Yeon turned her head in their direction. Mrs. Do quickly averted her gaze and sent a friendly smile.
“Hello, madam. You woke up early today.”
Sunwoo Yeon made a gesture as if indicating that she was on a call. Normally, she would have greeted her briefly, but something seemed off.
Mrs. Do, carrying the laundry basket on her hip, passed by slowly, wondering what important call Sunwoo Yeon might be on. It was then that Mrs. Do’s ears caught a shocking statement.
“What characters are engraved on the underwear?”
Mrs. Do’s steps squeaked to a halt.
Underwear, and characters.
The meaning behind those two words was far from trivial.
‘I hope she didn’t find out. We’re almost done now…’
Thump-thump, Mrs. Do’s heart vibrated, and her mouth went dry.
Sweat, cold as ice, formed on her back without her noticing.
“Well, I’m not sure. I prepared your underwear, but I always sent it after washing. Our housekeeping is taken care of by Mrs. Do, so should I ask her?”
Mrs. Do instinctively knew that her long-planned scheme had gone awry. From the conversation, it seemed she hadn’t discovered the exact situation of the slowly unfolding plan to dry out Juwon and kill him. Still, Mrs. Do could sense that the plan had been compromised.
Afraid of being caught lurking nearby, Mrs. Do quickly changed her direction.
‘Since things have come to this, there’s no other choice. I have to escape before getting caught!’
The place she headed for was not the laundry room but the lodging.
Returning to her room, she packed the few belongings, grabbing the red pouch containing Hye-rim’s hair last.
“Mrs. Do, where are you going instead of working?”
The indifferent gardener spoke to Mrs. Do, who hurriedly left the house. Annoyance built up because he spoke without realizing that she might get caught.
“Why does it matter where I go or what I do? Just focus on pulling out the weeds over there!”
Mrs. Do shot back sharply.
The gardener, unexpectedly teased, awkwardly chuckled and scratched his head.
“Hehe… Seems like you’ve had a bad day today. Well then, have a good one.”
“Anyway, with such a lack of awareness, you’re probably doing other people’s work in someone else’s house!”
Mrs. Do retorted, rolling her eyes up and down, then slammed the door shut.
Having spent ten years in this house, the only thing she took with her was a single bag. A mix of anxiety and a sense of relief that the end was near blended together, causing her heart to beat faster than ever.
“Bodhisattva, I’m leaving. I need to finish the final task quickly. Yes, I’ll go now.”
Her eyes, conversing on the phone, twinkled briefly.
It was finally over.
The timing to complete her daughter’s revenge, planned for ten years, had arrived.
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
