Although she thought that with marriage, she gained a lot, she also expected to lose a lot, naturally.
While thinking so, she wanted to hide it all securely.
“Phew.”
Taking a deep breath, Seo Ji-woo grabbed the doorknob of the study.
When she turned the key into the small hole, the door opened wide with a creaking sound.
The study interior, filled with bookshelves, gray curtains, and an overall dark color scheme, didn’t seem particularly special.
Glancing at the overwhelming bookshelves, Seo Ji-woo, as if possessed, opened the third drawer of Park Min-kwon’s desk.
A carefully removed picture slipped through thick albums.
Seo Ji-woo bit her lower lip.
“……!”
Swoosh.
Chills ran through her from her toes to her head.
The protagonist in the photo turned out to be Yoo Yeon. Several years ago, it was the outfit she wore when she filled in for herself for a month as a sports broadcaster.
The reason she remembered this dress was that at the time, Seo Ji-woo, who had a cast on her leg, helped her choose the outfit for that day’s broadcast.
“Yoon Woo-yeon, wear this today.”
“Why? I think this one is better.”
“This one is too plain! Don’t you know it doesn’t suit the dynamic sports broadcast? This one is perfect!”
Taking pictures after the broadcast was a common ritual.
That day, too, they took several pictures to capture Woo-yeon’s unexpected appearance.
Although Woo-yeon wasn’t particularly interested in leaving photos behind, the staff, like everyone else, wanted to capture her pretty appearance.
“Miss Yoon Announcer, stand there one more time. Just one more picture.”
As always, the wardrobe staff were the most enthusiastic.
“Why does he have this photo…?” Seo Ji-woo put down the grabbed photo on the desk. She bent her knees and lowered her body to open the third drawer even more.
She picked up a thick album and brought it out.
Swoosh.
Hundreds of pictures of Woo-yeon poured out.
At that moment, Woo-yeon was in the VIP lounge of Jaekyung Department Store. She had the qualifications, but this was her first visit.
The reason she visited the lounge was because Park Min-kwon was meeting a young model.
Every Wednesday, according to reporter Yeom’s tip, he would stop by here, starting with a cup of coffee, enjoying shopping worth millions of won.
Kim Sang-ah. 20 years old.
Her unique face and outstanding figure that suited a model dazzled the eyes.
She could probably meet someone better, so why did she choose Park Min-kwon as her partner?
Well, how can I understand a creature like you?
In the first place, if you meet a man with a wife, it’s likely to be one of two things.
Either he’s empty-headed.
Or he’s such a wicked creature that he lacks even a moral conscience.
Woo-yeon recalled senior Kang Da-hee and moved toward her sitting by the window.
“Miss Kim Sang-ah? Can I sit for a moment?”
Kim Sang-ah, who was wearing sunglasses and taking consecutive pictures to post on social media, looked up and saw Woo-yeon.
“…Huh?”
“It’s a greeting, and I can’t say it’s nice to meet you, but let’s talk for a moment.”
Kim Sang-ah swallowed her saliva. She was generally open-minded enough to meet a married man, but for some reason, she felt like her whole body was shrinking in front of Yoon Woo-yeon.
To avoid being suppressed, she deliberately crossed one leg.
“Go ahead.”
“Miss Kim Sang-ah, how many years have you been a model?”
“Two years. Why do you ask?”
“I’m curious. I need to know how experienced you are to roughly estimate your income.”
“Why do you need to know my income?”
“I checked, and you’re not yet a famous model. You don’t seem to have much work, and your experience on stage seems limited. But you live in a place like mine?”
“M-My parents provided it for me!”
Woo-yeon smirked.
“Miss Kim Sang-ah, your parents aren’t here.”
“…….”
“It’s okay. I don’t have parents either. Did Representative Park Min-kwon arrange for you to come to my house? Is that why you’re meeting me?”
Kim Sang-ah, whose face turned red, suddenly showed anger.
“W-What does that have to do with you? Whether I meet Representative Park Min-kwon or not, it has nothing to do with you!”
Woo-yeon gave a sarcastic expression.
“Yes, it doesn’t matter. There’s no need for this. In many ways, I’m annoyed, especially because I witnessed that the two of you have such a relationship.”
Kim Sang-ah glared at Woo-yeon, who spoke with an overly casual tone, as if muttering to herself.
She couldn’t understand why Woo-yeon was so involved in the affairs of the two of them.
“Then just let it pass! If it doesn’t matter!”
“President Park Min-kwon’s wife is my friend. I’m debating whether to tell a friend about the relationship between the two.”
“Haah. Ah, a friend? So, that’s why…?”
Kim Sang-ah emptied the remaining coffee in disgust and smiled broadly.
“Excuse me.”
“Yes.”
“That friend probably knows too.”
“…….”
“He knows that her husband is having an affair. I’ve given plenty of clues. But he stays quiet. Why do you think that is?”
“…….”
“It’s because the money is good. People are all the same, right? Aren’t they?”
“No, everyone is different. Don’t make assumptions. If my friend knew, she would have come running immediately. She would have grabbed Kim Sang-ah by the hair, slapped her, or done something.”
It was Woo-yeon’s warning not to underestimate Seo Ji-woo.
As Kim Sang-ah remained silent, lost in thought, Woo-yeon struck a nerve.
“So, I’m giving you an opportunity. Tidy up before you end up in such a situation. Preferably quickly.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Social funeral.”
“What?”
“I’m saying I’ll make sure you can’t shamelessly show your face and wander around here again. I will.”
“…….”
Woo-yeon stood up and poured the coffee she had brought over Kim Sang-ah’s face.
She regretted not doing the same thing in front of Kang Da-hee in the past.
The time for letting things slide is over now.
“It’s a trailer. Let’s not go to the main story.”
With these chilling words, Woo-yeon left the lounge.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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