Flowers have fallen.
Cha Yoonhwa took her last breath in her long-time home, where she raised two children, not in the cold hospital room in Chicago.
In the United States, remote end-of-life care in a hospital is said to have already been overcome.
Cha Yoonhwa made the same choice. The moment she realized she was barely standing on the edge of life, it was a choice she made from the beginning.
Many famous people in Korea attended her funeral.
It would have been unimaginable if Taekyung hadn’t intervened in the fight between the leaders of the famous mountains.
A red rose was placed on the coffin where Cha Yoonhwa lay. It was the flower she liked in her lifetime.
Taekyung recalled his mother’s last words before her death.
“…Your father misses you so much.”
During the time leading up to her death, the former director said his mother had been talking about dreams frequently since a few days ago.
It is said that terminally ill patients often have hallucinatory dreams close to death. It seemed that his mother was the same.
She seemed happy.
She laughed a lot in her sleep and cried a lot too.
“She called the president’s name often. She called Miss Jaehui’s name often too. And… she often looked for that person. As if she missed him all the time.”
Despite knowing that, Taekyung never informed Chairman Jo of his mother’s death.
Although he would have received the news of his mother’s death faster than anyone else in some way, he didn’t want to leave him with his mother in this place even for a moment.
“Oppa.”
When he turned his head with a calm face, his younger sister Jaehui smiled weakly, making an effort.
Her face was a mess.
He knew that she was going through the most difficult time. She was the one who loved her mother more than anyone else, the one who couldn’t let go of her mother, and cried every night.
Everyone knows.
Taekyung lightly tapped Jaehui’s shoulder. With a face soaked in tears, she raised her hand and pointed.
“Look, Yoon Anchor is here. Go see.”
“In a little while.”
“…Okay.”
Top executives of conglomerates who demanded him to release the news kept coming in, and people from the political circle continued to show their faces.
There were rumors that Taekyung was the mastermind behind making the current minister, who made the former minister’s arrest possible, be imprisoned, but many secretly liked the fact that he held up like a big mountain.
After a few days, Taekyung planned to tell Jaehui, who had her face messed up, to take a break and get some fresh air.
He called Cha Jaehui.
“What?”
“I called that person.”
With the tip of her finger, she precisely pointed to Chairman Jo.
Lately, he seemed to have weakened, relying on a cane and entering the church. He met eyes with Taekyung.
What surprised Taekyung more than anything was Jaehui’s reaction. It was shocking that she knew the fact that Chairman Jo was their biological father.
“You, how…”
“Did you not know? Oppa, you still look like a child who knows nothing. I’m already over thirty.”
“Cha Jaehui.”
“Don’t you remember? Have you forgotten? Who our father, who always gave birth to me, was, and what kind of person the person Mom missed all the time was. It was me who was curious about that, not you, oppa. I’ve been curious all my life.”
He thought she might burst into tears at any moment, but Jaehui’s eyes were dry. It felt like her eyes were as dry as when she first met Yun Woo Yeon.
Jaehui, who had eyes like a typhoon, leaned weakly on Taekyung’s shoulder, like a dried autumn leaf.
“Oppa.”
“…”
“I’m lucky to have Yoon Anchor for you, oppa.”
“…”
“I mean it.”
While she was leaning on him, Taekyung’s gaze was coldly fixed on Chairman Jo.
Unconsciously, he stood in front of the laid-out Cha Yoonhwa’s coffin and dropped his head to the ground.
Unable to endure it any longer and trying to stop Chairman Jo, Taekyung moved again, but this time, Jaehui stopped him.
“Just leave it.”
“…”
“Mom, wanted to see him.”
“Sigh.”
“Let’s just leave it today. Let’s not do anything, oppa.”
Taekyung was saddened by the young days of Chairman Jo that his mother had dreamed of in her last moments.
Her love, her longing.
Honestly, he couldn’t understand.
Looking at Chairman Jo, who closed his eyes tightly, Taekyung’s stomach churned, and he wanted to vomit.
It was an overwhelming, intense pain that wouldn’t change even if he vomited everything.
His throat was too sore.
Yeon decided to stay in the United States for one more day. He was not alone in attending the funeral of the late Cha Yoonhwa. Director Song, including the head office director, and Surfer Holdings CEO Cha Eunhae also set foot on American soil together.
On the way back to see them off, Yeon was sitting in the back seat of the car driven by a director.
Taekyung asked separately. He took them to the airport, and then he could pick them up safely.
“Did the president have a meal?”
He asked with concern, but Director Han shook his head.
“How about sleep?”
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
