To Taehui, Sajun was absolute. He not only shielded her from matchmaking but was the only one who could stand up to her father and his family. Like in her childhood, he provided a sanctuary where she could breathe freely.
Feeling better after hearing his response, Taehui sprang up from the bed.
“Kang Sajun, can I borrow some of your clothes?”
“Just go home and sleep comfortably?”
“Hey, don’t be so formal with me. Is a one-room apartment the same as this luxurious suite? I’m comfortable here too.”
With a light smile, Taehui left the bedroom. Sajun slightly furrowed his brows.
I was about to say I’m not comfortable with it.
He sighed softly and slowly got up from the bed.
Leaning against the door in the dressing room, Sajun watched Taehui rummaging through the open wardrobe for a shirt. She approached him with her choice.
“How about a cold draft beer after I shower?”
Her suggestion of ordering room service for beer was her way of saying she would stay the night.
Without waiting for his response, Taehui disappeared into the bathroom. Sajun’s eyes then deepened, becoming more intense.
He was fine with her staying but not sleeping over.
The reason he always reported to his manager, Haeseong, whenever Taehui visited Zio was because he disliked her being alone there.
On days she visited Zio, Taehui dressed up prettily – the only day in a week she did so. She would watch people from the second floor and sometimes dance on the stage, attracting men.
To prevent this, Sajun made sure either he was with her or, like today, brought her up to his room on days he couldn’t be at Zio.
Even though it was a hotel, the place where Sajun had been staying for five years was practically his home. The problem was that Min Taehui treated it more like a hangout spot, getting too comfortable.
Though they had never crossed the boundaries of friendship, Sajun found this even more troubling.
Better to either cross the line or let him sleep peacefully at home. Sajun cynically brushed back his fallen hair, muttering to himself.
“Looks like I won’t get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
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At 11 AM, Taehui finally arrived at her Ilsan home.
Hoping for a trouble-free day, she entered the house filled with the scent of flowers. The quaint space, filled with plants and flowers, was where her mother, Hyesook, turned to greet her.
“Mom’s daughter!”
This was a familiar sight for Taehui. Her mother was either taking care of her or the plants – that was Hyesook’s daily routine.
Hyesook hugged her daughter warmly.
“Did you miss Mom?”
“I came because of you, Mom. I’d never come to this terrible neighborhood otherwise.”
Taehui grumbled, but Hyesook looked at her with a face full of apology.
“Did you eat something?”
“I’m too full to eat anything now. So let’s skip lunch.”
Though she had only drunk water, Taehui lied, lounging on the sofa and asked indifferently.
“What time is he coming?”
Unlike Taehui, who despised even calling Min Seontae “father,” Hyesook’s face lit up slightly.
“He said he’d be here by 6 PM.”
“Do you have to be so precise? Would it kill him to miss once?”
“Taehui.”
“Am I wrong? Whenever he comes to our house, we’re the ones who get criticized. You’re the mistress, and I’m the daughter of the mistress.”
Seontae’s wife and daughter lived within a hundred meters of Taehui’s home.
Though everyone pretended not to notice, the neighborhood gossiped about Taehui and her mother. They called them a stalker mistress and her daughter, clinging to a married man. The impeccable image of Seontae, the exemplary and forgiving wife Okhee, and the friendly half-sister Yeonseo only made things worse.
“Mom, it’s not too late. Let him stay with his family and let’s leave here, okay?”
But Hyesook only looked at her with tearful eyes.
“I’m sorry, my daughter. I can’t leave. I can’t give him up. I’m sorry for being so weak.”
Once again, it was a failure.
Taehui closed her eyes in despair. Hyesook continued.
“Everything they have now was supposed to be mine, and yours. But that woman took it all. I feel like I’m losing if I leave. I want to get revenge, even if it’s like this. I can’t leave because it’s unfair.”
Taehui somewhat understood her mother’s perspective.
Deep down, she knew the story. Hyesook got pregnant first and was preparing for marriage when the other woman appeared, seduced Seontae, got pregnant, and even managed to marry him.
In the end, the other woman was no different from a mistress, and the real victim was Hyesook.
But Hyesook’s so-called revenge was just an excuse for her inability to let go of her love for Seontae.
“If you really want revenge, do it for real. How is it revenge when you can’t even properly confront him and just sneak around?”
Yet, Taehui also felt a certain understanding for her mother’s situation.
Hyesook, with her tender heart that couldn’t even harm an ant, must have been filled with so much grudge and injustice to endure like this.
Watching Taehui carefully, Hyesook cautiously spoke.
“Taehui, once you get married, I’ll leave this place. So…”
“I’ve told you I’m not getting married.”
“Why not? You should marry a good man.”
Taehui was about to retort but instead sighed deeply, not wanting to upset her already frail mother.
“You must think I’m a real fool, right?”
“Yeah, a huge one. It’s so frustrating.”
“That’s right. Human hearts… why don’t they just do what we want? Don’t worry about me. Live your life comfortably. You don’t need to come here every month. I’ll talk to your father.”
“What can you possibly say to him? Do you even know what he might do to you if I don’t come down?”
Seontae’s occasional visits to this house, his polite treatment of Hyesook, and the incident a month ago when Hyesook, secretly working a dishwashing job at a restaurant, fainted and Seontae took her to the hospital.
It wasn’t out of affection for Hyesook; it was all for Taehui.
At the Ilsan hospital, brought by Sajun, Taehui wept bitterly at the sight of her mother lying there with an IV drip. That day, the shell she tightly wrapped around herself cracked open with tears, and Sajun, who comforted her gently, deeply touched her softened heart.
Now, she was struggling with these newfound feelings for Sajun.
Unaware of all this, Hyesook just smiled as if everything was alright.
“I’m fine, Taehui.”
“I’m not! I’m so angry, I’m going to make sure he and his family pay!”
Leaving Hyesook behind, Taehui walked out aimlessly, overwhelmed with the desire to see Sajun.
Should she call him to ask when he’s coming?
Holding her phone, Taehui stood spellbound in front of a house.
Through the wide-open terrace folding door, with white lace curtains fluttering, she could see that woman and her daughter.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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