Seoyeon screamed, completely forgetting that Gyounghyul was by her side.
“Why did you invite Representative Choi to the house?”
Already disturbed by Minhyuk’s words and actions last night, having a meal at her parents’ house was unthinkable and something that should not happen.
“Mom.”
Seoyeon poured out her irritation toward Kyungsook, but in an instant, she realized it and stopped herself.
Gyounghyul’s expression, as he glanced at her, seemed as if he had lost everything in the world.
In front of him, who seemed indescribably miserable, she couldn’t bring up an uncomfortable conversation so openly.
“No, it won’t work. I should go to the room and wrap up the conversation roughly.”
Seoyeon half rose from her seat.
!
At that moment, Gyounghyul grabbed Seoyeon’s hand and tilted his head silently.
Though he didn’t say a word, he made it clear that she shouldn’t make a call elsewhere.
Seoyeon sighed and sat back down, feeling uncomfortable.
[Seoyeon, listen to Mom for a moment. Hyebin, the eldest daughter of the big house, has set the date this time.]A hidden pride competition among relatives, which is common in any family.
Kyungsook became restless at the news that the younger sister from the big house, younger than Seoyeon, would marry a decent man.
“What does Hyebin’s getting married have to do with Representative Choi?”
[Knowingly pretending not to know, or are you really asking?]Seoyeon sighed at Kyungsook’s direct question.
She had a lot of words to refute, but with Gyounghyul there, she had to endure it.
[There’s nothing missing about being the third-generation chaebol. Can’t you sense his liking for you? Where else can you find better conditions than this?]At Kyungsook’s urging to tell her if there were better conditions, Seoyeon lost her words.
How could she resist the powerful assumptions of ‘reality’ and ‘conditions’?
Even blaming Minhyuk’s personality seemed awkward, as she didn’t know him well, and it looked like a feeble excuse.
[Seoyeon, you’re almost thirty now. Mom is worried. It’s not about what to do right away, but…]Kyungsook’s persuasion continued.
Seoyeon looked at Gyounghyul, who was listening to Kyungsook’s story without any movement.
[If Mom is wrong even with this, you should experience what kind of person Representative Choi is up close.]“Ha. Let’s talk later. I need some time to organize my thoughts.”
She had no confidence to listen to Kyungsook’s logical words anymore.
In fact, if she had gotten a boyfriend at this timing, she could easily pass it off.
However, it was burdensome to speak up without consulting Gyounghyul, and the moment she revealed the existence of a boyfriend, she would undoubtedly be bombarded with questions about his age. The conversation would be blocked from the first question.
[Alright. Call Mom as soon as things are settled. Or come home and discuss it with Dad. Okay?]She roughly agreed.
[You’re not young either when you change the front seat. You’ll be in your mid-thirties in no time.]“Ha. Alright, I’ll hang up for now.”
Even so, she didn’t forget to say that she loved him.
When Kyungsook’s voice was abruptly cut off, an awkward silence settled between the two.
Where did the sweet atmosphere go, which had just fed them a moment ago? Locked in their own thoughts, they lost track of time.
Gyounghyul, who was usually calm, spoke first.
“Are you okay?”
Seoyeon managed to put on a seemingly composed smile.
Inside her head, a complex mix of ‘what should I do’ and ‘I don’t know’ was entangled. However, she didn’t show it.
She couldn’t ask Gyounghyul to solve her realistic problems.
It was an expected and anticipated situation from the beginning.
“Yul, Mr. Yul. About what Mom said, it’s a bit complicated family talk.”
Though bringing up an unpleasant family matter was verbose, Seoyeon hoped Gyounghyul wouldn’t be hurt because of Minhyuk.
“Ha. That’s because our mom received a lot of attention due to her son. So, she’s a bit sensitive about significant family matters.”
He added that it seemed the marriage of the cousin sister had pressed Kyungsook’s ‘sensitivity button.’
“So, you don’t have to worry about it. I’ll talk to Mom and tell her not to meet Representative Choi.”
With Seoyeon’s explanation, Gyounghyul sent her a meaningful gaze.
“Doesn’t it make you feel… uncomfortable?”
Seoyeon unintentionally glanced at him.
“Miss Seoyeon.”
Gyounghyul lightly played with Seoyeon’s fingers, adorned with a couple ring.
“Can you give me a chance?”
“What… chance?”
“A chance to greet Miss Seoyeon’s parents.”
Gyounghyul’s gaze was more serious than ever, indicating he understood the meaning.
“There’s no need for that. I haven’t…”
Seoyeon released her hand from his grip and gestured dismissively.
“I know. You haven’t graduated from college, you don’t have a job, and you haven’t been finally accepted.”
“That’s not what I meant, Mr. Yul.”
It felt like facing a calm sea before a storm.
Gyounghyul stood firm, looking more serious than ever. Of course, Seoyeon was not the direction of that sharp edge.
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
