At 6 a.m., Minjun sat across from Chairman Cho, having breakfast. Every Monday and Wednesday, without fail, he had to face this awkward situation. It was naturally uncomfortable, and the food didn’t go down easily, but he couldn’t complain otherwise.
Chairman Cho was actively assisting Minjun’s household, Hweidong Construction, in various ways. So, it was an unavoidable marriage. Today, Minjun, once again, forcibly swallowed his resentment along with the grains of rice while having breakfast with Chairman Cho.
“How is Inyoung these days?”
Chairman Cho, sipping soup with fermented skate, threw a question.
Minjun felt his seemingly parched lips but promptly responded with courtesy.
“She’s doing well.”
“Kim Executive mentioned that she hasn’t been drawing much lately. Is that true?”
Minjun had an unknowable answer. He had no interest or affection for his wife Inyoung, unaware of what she did all day or what thoughts filled her life.
“……”
“Why can’t you answer?”
“I’m sorry. She seems to go to the detached studio frequently. I didn’t know she wasn’t drawing.”
“Tell her to draw.”
“…Yes.”
“All day.”
It was eerie.
When Chairman Cho uttered the word “all day,” his tone was undoubtedly more forceful than usual. Sometimes, when Minjun noticed this aspect of him, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. It was confusing to think that this meant forcing his only daughter to draw pictures all day.
Even after finishing the meal, Minjun had to spend quite a long time with Chairman Cho. Recently, he had been giving Minjun management lessons, and Executive Kim was always present.
Initially, when he was in Hweidong, he had no interest in management. However, here, he couldn’t do anything freely. Nevertheless, Minjun complied. Due to his gentle and upright nature, he didn’t know how to refuse.
After two in the afternoon, in Minjun’s view across the detached building, he saw Jungsook with Inyoung. The two were always together at Haerakwon. Chairman Cho had often heard through Executive Kim that Jungsook had been taking care of her continuously since Inyoung’s mother fell ill and was hospitalized.
It was ironic.
Even though they were always together, the two would fight whenever they met, especially when it seemed like Inyoung was relying on Jungsook. Yet, she strongly disliked her.
Jungsook was peculiar in her own way. Despite being in the position of a nanny who had raised Inyoung since childhood, sometimes it seemed like she freely crossed boundaries.
“What on earth are you doing? What are you doing that Chairman is so…?”
Jungsook, who was pouring her anger on Inyoung, stopped when she noticed Minjun coming in belatedly. With an awkward mouth shape and eyebrows, she put on an excessively smiling face.
“Hahaha. Mr. Sangmu is here? Well then, please have your conversation.”
Hastily slowing his steps, Minjun absentmindedly stared at Jungsook’s retreating figure. In front of an empty easel, he discovered a messy drawing by Inyoung, resembling the scribbles of a five-year-old. He rolled his hands and let out a dry cough.
“Inyoung, Miss.”
“…….”
“Have you been going through difficult times lately? You mentioned having trouble drawing. The chairman seems quite worried.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, no. So, what should I, um, do?”
Minjun stylishly straightened his suit pants with his palms.
“Continue drawing.”
“…….”
“If you need anything, let me know. I’ll get it for you.”
Although Minjun sensed that Inyoung seemed quite uneasy, he decided not to intervene any further. He had promised himself one thing when he brought in a woman he didn’t truly love.
Never to love anyone other than Yoon Woo-yeon.
Eventually, even if it took a long time, he wanted to go back to her, to the empty spot next to Yoon Woo-yeon, where no one else was.
Minjun silently closed the studio door and walked out alone.
He felt that the relationship between Wooyeon and Taekyung was suspicious, but he believed that it, too, would pass.
Minjun was firm in his belief that Yoon Woo-yeon would never change.
Late at night, Minjun headed to Woo-yeon’s officetel.
In a world where a single phone call could resolve anything, Minjun, raised as the heir to a conglomerate, enjoyed such privileges.
It had been a while since he visited. It was the first time since he got married.
Although he had refrained from making Yooyeon uncomfortable or getting her into difficult situations, today he couldn’t bear it any longer.
A fortnight ago, she had asked for her address, claiming there were items to organize. None of those items had been delivered to her house.
Using that as an excuse, he planned to see her briefly. Instead, he was grateful that she provided a reason.
“Phew. It’s been a while, so maybe that’s why I’m nervous.”
As Minjun, who had been wandering in the corridor, retreated to the emergency staircase at the sound of the arriving elevator on that floor, he checked the watch on his wrist. It was usually the time when Woo-yeon finished the news and returned home.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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