Ji Soo lowered her gaze in embarrassment. Between her hair tied roughly with a yellow rubber band, her reddened earlobes peeked out.
“Stop it, dear. It’s rude to ask on your first meeting.”
Seo Ha, feeling strangely upset, gently pushed Seung Oh to the back and took the shopping bag and plastic bag from Ji Soo’s hands as if snatching them.
“I’m sorry. My husband still hasn’t grown up.”
Lee Ji Soo gently raised her head. Seo Ha felt as if the seemingly innocent brown eyes quickly scanned her from the top of her head to her toes. Was it just an illusion?
“Ah, hello…”
She was an ordinary woman, the type you would encounter three times a day on the street. Her skin was rough, and there were grease stains on her wornout tracksuit. Raindrops fell from her rusted twotiered checkered umbrella, dirtying the damp slippers beneath it.
“Give me your umbrella. I’ll put it away for you.”
Seo Ha kindly reached out her hand, concerned about the marble floor that the employees would have to clean again.
“No, no, I’m sorry! Here, I’ll…!”
“Just put it over there, by the door.”
Ok Soon pointed to the umbrella stand where Seung Oh’s umbrella was. Ji Soo awkwardly stuffed her umbrella next to his, then turned around and bowed apologetically.
“I’m, I’m sorry. I’ll wipe the floor. There’s a rag over there…”
The sight of the meek woman, looking like a frightened mouse in front of her peer dressed in a luxurious dress, wasn’t exactly pleasant.
It looks like I’m the one tormenting her.
When she was young, if Seo Ha got angry with a slightly poorer child, she would be labeled as a bad kid. Even if the blame lay with the other child, she couldn’t avoid criticism. So, Seo Ha learned early on how to hide her discomfort and act in a way that others would find pleasant.
“Don’t worry about the floor. You’re Ji Soo, right? I’m Yoon Seo Ha, the daughter of this house. This is my husband, Lee Seung Oh, and the son of our Ok Soon. It’s nice to meet you.”
As she smiled and reached out her hand warmly, Ji Soo hesitated to shake it, rubbing her palm on her pants first to clean it.
“I’m sorry. My hands are dirty. I was afraid you’d be disgusted…”
Seo Ha stared at Ji Soo, dumbfounded. Watching Ji Soo wiping her hands humbly as if she were a commoner who had met a princess from the Joseon era, Seo Ha could only think of one thing.
‘What is she doing?’
Whether she knew what Seo Ha was thinking or not, Ji Soo diligently wiped her hands and then gently shook Seo Ha’s fingertips. Then, Seung Oh suddenly extended his hand.
“I’m Lee Seung Oh. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Ji Soo hurriedly wiped her hands again before firmly grasping Seung Oh’s hand.
“I’m, I’m Lee Ji Soo. My mother is Park Nan Joo. She always said that you treat her well… No, not just you…”
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Seung Oh, who had been smirking, finally burst into a big laugh.
Seo Ha felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity towards Seung Oh, whom she had loved her whole life, for being able to laugh so heartily.
“You can just call her ‘madam.’ Didn’t your mom tell you that?”
“I left it alone since even the inlaws just laughed and didn’t say anything.”
As Ok Soon joined in with the laughter, Ji Soo’s face turned a shy, rosy color.
“Well, then, I’ll be going now. It’s almost time for the bus.”
“Hold on, Ji Soo. Have you eaten dinner?”
At Ok Soon’s question, Ji Soo shook her head.
“That’s good. You brought bindaetteok, right? We were just about to have dinner, so eat some with us before you go. Seo Ha, Seung Oh, is that alright?”
“Mother, I”
“Of course, it’s fine!”
Seo Ha’s intended response, “I’m uncomfortable,” was buried by Seung Oh’s loud voice. When Seo Ha glanced at him, Seung Oh even made an unnecessary excuse.
“You can’t just set the table and leave out a spoon. Sending someone off hungry on a rainy day is heartless, isn’t it?”
The atmosphere made it clear that if Seo Ha said she felt uncomfortable, she would be deemed heartless in no time.
“Of course not. It’s useless to be so heartless as to send someone off without a meal. Come in, Ji Soo. We just finished setting the table.”
Ok Soon added another spoonful and pulled Ji Soo by the arm. With an embarrassed smile, Ji Soo reluctantly took off her shoes.
That’s right. She could at least have a meal.
Seo Ha swallowed her discomfort and turned her steps towards the kitchen. Then, the paper bag she was holding got caught on a flower pot, the strap broke, and the contents spilled out.
“Ah!”
Seo Ha bent down to pick up the clothes. A nudetoned dress with exotic embroidery on the neatly finished fingertips came up.
The embroidery looked familiar. Seo Ha’s expression turned cold as she held the dress in both hands and spread it out.
“… This is my dress, isn’t it?”
It was a handcrafted dress sold by a flea market vendor in a small European town. There was no way the same dress existed in Korea. No, even if it did exist, it was impossible for the embroidery part cut by Seo Ha’s lint remover to be exactly the same.
“Miss Lee Ji Soo.”
Seo Ha strode into the kitchen and held out the dress abruptly.
“Where did you get this?”
“Ththat?”
Ji Soo blinked her round eyes.
“I, um, while I was doing the dishes, I accidentally spilled water on it. My Aunt Soon gave it to me to wear, but, um…”
Her eyes quickly turned red and teary, as if she was about to burst into tears any moment. Seung Oh’s expression, glimpsed in passing, was slightly frowned, as if he was displeased with something.
“Oh, dear. That’s right, I lent that to her!”
Ok Soon waved her hand as if it was no big deal.
“Last time, one of the commuting aunts went off the rails. My mom was having a hard time, so Ji Soo came to work instead. She was the same age as you and worked so hard that her clothes got ruined. So, I took out one of the clothes you threw away and gave it to her. She could have just taken it, but look, she even washed it and brought it back. Isn’t it beautiful?”
At last, a tear rolled down Ji Soo’s eyes. For Seo Ha, it was an unbearable situation where she couldn’t help but be flabbergasted. Who should be crying right now? Who wanted to cry?
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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