Jeong Eum International School Foundation Art Hall.
‘Charity Art Exhibition for Developmentally Disabled Children’
Clickclack. The high heels echoed on the staircase. As they ascended the white marble entrance, the automatic door opened with a swoosh, and the voices of mothers tidying up after the tea party leaked out.
“Have you heard? The new transfer student in second grade, class two, was expelled from a school in Singapore.”
“Oh my, really? How can they accept a child who was expelled?”
“Well, there was a lot of opposition from the management committee, saying it would disrupt the class atmosphere. But since his father said there was no problem with the child, they reluctantly accepted him. The father is the head of a law firm. It would be a big problem if he sued the foundation for violating educational rights.”
“My goodness, so he only cares about his son’s educational rights and not the rights of other students?”
“Why our school of all places? There are so many other schools. What if he influences the other children?”
Beside the worried mothers suspecting possible developmental disability, an exhibition banner was fluttering.
‘Love and hope for developmentally disabled children!’
“No matter how much the father cares, what can he do other than giving money to the school? He can’t even attend school events because he’s busy with work. Look at today.”
As the opening ended and the tea party was about to finish, the hot criticism of the mothers poured out about the man who didn’t even show his nose.
“He only has that one child. It must be a big worry at home. This is why a mother is essential for a child.”
“Oh my, if the child is like that, can the father just sit still? He’s still young. If a younger sibling is born after he remarries, it’s over.”
Click. As the head of the management committee, Sung Joon’s mother made a throatcutting gesture with her finger, a deflated sound of amusement was heard from behind her.
Huh, who dares?
Sung Joon’s mother’s eyes, which had been slightly furrowed as if annoyed, widened in surprise.
The woman with her hair elegantly twisted up like Audrey Hepburn in a demure pearlcolored twopiece suit, was too young to be a parent of a child of that age.
Of course, she could have had the help of modern medicine, but her slim face with beautifully balanced features, resilient skin, and long legs showed no signs of any work done.
“Who are you to interfere in other people’s affairs?”
Sung Joon’s mother, who hadn’t even considered she might be a fellow parent, opened the gate in an arrogant manner.
“It seems like you are the one talking about other people’s affairs.”
The woman deflected the sharp gaze and sneered sarcastically.
“Did you all work at a sushi restaurant? You’re making a big deal out of a boy who is only nine years old.”
‘What? Son? If he’s a son, could it be……?’
As if proclaiming to the mothers who couldn’t close their mouths in surprise, the woman spoke.
“I am Seung Yul’s mother.”
One week ago.
Hyo Jin, who passed the teacher’s exam with top honors and received official dispatch to a public elementary school in Seoul, received an offer to become a tutor in a prestigious legal family.
“One hundred million? Exactly what kind of child are they looking at, to pay such a large amount?”
The grandmother who had been running a side dish shop all her life, raising Hyo Jin instead of her mother who had passed away when she was in middle school, treated it like a new type of scam.
“Grandma, this kid isn’t just any kid. He’s born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, a royal family you know?”
Thud. Madam Yang Soon Hye stuck the knife she had been using to cut kimchi into the cutting board and raised her voice.
“What if you just up and leave? As an elementary school teacher, you’ll have offers pouring in. Who would want a contractual home tutor as a spouse?”
“What’s the point of having a man? You need money to love and to marry.”
Hyo Jin, who had been burdened with a mountain of debt when her father passed away during her senior year in high school, saw money as law, truth, light, life, and path.
That didn’t mean she resented her father. After all, he had tried his best to live before ending up in such a state.
If anything, she resented herself and the world that had put her father in that situation.
If she hadn’t been in her senior year, she wouldn’t have gotten into an accident while doing a parttime job as a designated driver to at least pay for her weekend tuition.
After the funeral, Hyo Jin, who had to give up on attending university and do parttime jobs to pay for the compensation her father had left behind, felt the harsh reality of capitalism. Fortunately, thanks to Professor Kim Yong Hoon, who pitied her as a minor, she was able to escape from the yoke of bad credit, but Hyo Jin made a promise. She wouldn’t let anything like this happen to her family again because of money.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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