“Iris’s influence was too strong in the social circle, and women’s voices significantly affected politics.”
Elise needed a force in the social circle to counter Iris. She chose Jasmine as the start and focus of this force.
It was a significant investment, but Elise was confident of a greater return.
“That day I met Karan in the café.”
She saw desire in the eyes of the women.
“This can’t go wrong.”
That day, Elise went around the square, buying up sundry shops that were on the brink of collapse.
A sign hanging loosely with a screw missing and shelves thick with dust, it was a shop literally on the verge of ruin.
A gift to be ashamed of.
Knowing this or not, Jasmine could only blink her large eyes.
“Is this not enough? Should I have gone into debt?”
Elise could say nothing if Jasmine refused this impulsive act.
“If it’s not enough…”
Elise started to pull back the envelope of documents.
“No!”
Like someone awakened from sleep, Jasmine quickly put her hand on the envelope with a thud.
“No! It’s too much! I’m overwhelmed… My heart skipped a beat. My own business? It’s an incredible gift. Can I accept it, though? My mother and sister always scolded me for messing up the house. I was about to look for a workshop because of the increasing inquiries… Thank you so much. Modest? Lacking? It’s more than enough for me!”
Was Jasmine always this talkative? Elise watched her, surprised, and slowly removed her hand from the envelope.
Jasmine quickly took the envelope and examined the contract inside.
She asked Regina for a pen without being told.
“I’ll give you 50% of the sales profits.”
Elise was startled by Jasmine’s serious offer.
“Jasmine, that’s unnecessary. This is purely a gift…”
Jasmine interrupted Elise’s response, mimicking Elise’s earlier action.
“I want to maintain a good relationship with Elise for a long time. For that, I can’t be in debt. Gifts have a reasonable limit.”
Elise agreed but felt 50% was too much. All she did was advance Jasmine’s future fame.
“Then I’ll accept your feelings, Jasmine. But receiving 50% of the sales is unreasonable. For a long-lasting relationship, neither of us should suffer losses.”
“How should we do it then?”
“Let’s talk about that. A discussion beneficial to both Jasmine and me.”
“Business… talk?”
“Yes. Business talk.”
Jasmine felt a thrill of excitement.
To become a businesswoman! She’d dreamt vaguely of this since childhood.
Her dream of selling her own creations, too precious to share.
Laughed at when she confided in her sister.
“You? Selling your trivial things? Just quietly wait to be married off. Marrying you off is the best we can do. If someone even comes forward.”
Jasmine kept her dream hidden, nursing the wound from that rejection.
But Elise had recognized and given her the opportunity to realize her dream.
The response to her hairpins restored Jasmine’s shattered self-esteem in an instant.
“Let’s do it, business talk.”
Tears moistened Jasmine’s eyes. Elise offered her a hand-embroidered handkerchief.
That day, they shared the handkerchief, trust in each other, and the glory they would welcome in the future.
On her way home after the meeting with Elise, Jasmine’s steps were as light as if she were walking on clouds. Clutching the contract she had signed with Elise like a treasure, she occasionally stopped and looked at it, hardly believing it was real. Wanting to maintain a mature image in front of Elise, Jasmine had firmly declined her offer to accompany her.
‘I’m too excited by myself. It’s embarrassing. I want to show Elise that I’m mature.’
Now a business partner and friend of Elise, Jasmine wanted to show her strength. She felt a bit embarrassed about showing such a giddy face to a friend, but today, she had to hold back because they had just signed a contract.
Clearing her throat, Jasmine composed herself in the corridor before proceeding.
“Wait a moment.”
Suddenly, Iris appeared in front of her.
“Hello.”
Iris greeted her with an angelic smile. Struck by her beauty, Jasmine forgot her resolve to maintain a poker face and gaped in astonishment.
“Oh, hello.”
Iris was an inspiration to Jasmine. Personally, she didn’t like her much, but she couldn’t deny Iris’s beauty. Many of Jasmine’s creations were made with the thought of Iris wearing them – pure fantasy since Iris had never acknowledged Jasmine.
But now, Iris was talking to her. Biting her tongue discreetly to check if it was a dream, Jasmine grimaced from the pain – it was real.
“Did I startle you by suddenly talking to you? I’m sorry.”
The fact that Iris was apologizing startled Jasmine even more.
“What’s the matter?”
“Are you Jasmine? The one who makes hair clips?”
“Yes, I am Jasmine.”
“My voice trembling when saying my own name.”
“I’m busy, so I won’t talk long. Jasmine, can you make a hair clip for me too?”
Shocked, Jasmine clutched the contract tightly in her embrace.
Iris wants my item? I might faint today.
“Iris wants my item. My wish came true in a single day.”
Jasmine gulped nervously and asked.
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
