“I absolutely never want to go back to that way of living.”
The next words are not well remembered.
Perhaps it was that kind of story, thinking that even if she went to the police station and shouted a hundred times, they wouldn’t believe her words.
She cried, she was sad, and later, she became furious. Should she hold her addicted father who was into alcohol and gambling and talk? She agonized over it again and again.
Woo-yeon decided not to say it.
Knowing the truth would only bring more significant pain to her father than the humiliation she felt.
A few days later, Woo-yeon searched Join-young’s name on a portal site.
It was out of curiosity.
The only daughter of Jang Kyung Group’s Chairman Joo Se-hoon.
Her grandfather was the founding chairman of Jang Kyung Group, and the value of the shares he handed over to her was reported to be in the tens of billions of won.
There were also several childhood photos of Join-young on the search results.
Although she had a face that resembled her sister a lot, Woo-yeon was sure it couldn’t be her because she had spent that time together.
“Yeah. There’s no way.”
What unexpectedly caught Woo-yeon’s attention as she lowered the mouse was a relatively recent article photo taken at the funeral.
It was a picture of her face attending the funeral of Jang Kyung Group’s founding chairman, Join-young’s grandfather.
Even though her face was hardly visible, covered by an umbrella, Woo-yeon could feel it.
Her sister’s old habit of biting her lower lip when anxious.
She realized that she had become someone imitating another person’s life.
Woo-yeon wished it had all been a dream.
When she saw her father, who threw empty bottles to the ground while intoxicated that night, she wished it were all a dream.
…A nightmare.
Like her sister did in her childhood, she locked the door, lay under the blanket, and prayed.
That those two would become unhappy later. More unhappy than me.
To be stuck in hell.
She cursed and resented while earnestly wishing for it.
Where Tae-kyung was located was the Se-ahm Art Museum in Hannam-dong.
Originally established as an art center in a famous mountain, Se-ahm is now famous for being passed on to someone else and having various problems as a gallery.
Although it had been closed for over three years and recently reopened, it was operating by reservation only due to the influx of visitors.
When Woo-yeon met an employee at the entrance, she was unexpectedly allowed to enter without checking her identity.
Contrary to what she thought, the museum was quiet, even though she expected it to be overflowing with visitors on a weekday.
Except for the staff, it was hard to find anyone. Woo-yeon changed her direction to find Tae-kyung.
Passing through the exhibition path and standing in front of the entrance to Gallery 1, Woo-yeon called him.
“Where are you? I’m in front of the entrance to Gallery 1, but I don’t see you.”
I’m inside Gallery 2. Come over here.
Putting the disconnected phone in her bag, Woo-yeon changed her direction.
Gallery 2 seemed quite vast, making it not easy to find him. Without paying attention to the paintings on the wall, she frantically moved, searching for a single silhouette.
And after a while, it caught her eye.
“Have you come?”
He raised his hand low from the corner.
“I thought you wouldn’t meet me even if I called you because you were angry.”
Recognizing Tae-kyung, Woo-yeon opened her mouth in a calm voice.
“I thought so too, but there’s no specific reason. I have something to give you.”
Tae-kyung smiled softly.
“Do you like looking at paintings?”
“Not really.”
“Do you hate them, by any chance?”
“Staring at paintings for a long time, it’s boring, isn’t it?”
“Then, just look at them briefly.”
“If I look at them briefly, I can’t see them well.”
“Do you have something you want to see?”
“It’s not going to be something good. When I see a picture someone else painted, I look for that person’s evil instincts adorned with lies and hypocrisy. So, I don’t like looking at paintings.”
“I don’t care either. That’s good.”
“…….”
“Let’s take a light stroll and go eat.”
Just as she had said to him, Woo-yeon wasn’t particularly interested in art.
To be more honest, she really hated paintings. As she grew older, she didn’t want to be curious, but Woo-yeon often searched for Join-young’s name.
Contrary to expectations, she wasn’t easily exposed in the media. The Join-young Woo-yeon knew left for the UK to study art right after they met at the department store that year.
That was all she knew.
“What are you thinking?”
As if awakening her to the fact that the only person she thought of in front of a painting was Join-young, Tae-kyung asked.
Woo-yeon absentmindedly brushed her ear.
“What should we have for lunch, that’s what I’m thinking.”
“Even though you don’t particularly like eating.”
“Still, you have to eat to live.”
“…….”
“What are you doing tonight?”
Perhaps thinking it was provocative, Tae-kyung twitched his cool gaze.
Woo-yeon added.
“After the news ends, come to the front of the officetel to pick me up.”
“What day is it today?”
“The day to feed the fish.”
“If a woman who suddenly got angry comes out like this, it’s scary.”
“Then, be scared.”
“…….”
“I don’t trust the president anymore. If I trusted and got betrayed again, he wouldn’t take responsibility, right? But I still have something to receive, so I’m going to try moving a bit.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just for that reason?”
“Yes. Until I receive it, I’ll do my best too. If you’re going to manage a fishery, that’s the plan.”
“…….”
“So, I’ll skip lunch. I feel like I’ll vomit if I eat something now.”
“…….”
“I’ll go. Thanks for the art.”
Tae-kyung silently watched Woo-yeon leaving the art museum.
It feels like there was a story he had a lot to say but couldn’t bring it out.
He looked meaningfully at the painting she had been looking at just a while ago.
It was the title of a work that didn’t quite suit the painting, but Tae-kyung liked that painting.
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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