“Yuin, let’s talk.”
“Now?”
A look of perplexity crossed Yuin’s brow.
The constant vibration was a reminder that someone was waiting for her. Yet she couldn’t ignore her friend who appeared so downcast, his broad shoulders drooping.
Her fingers, fraught with difficulty, brushed through her long hair.
Inside, the scales weighed heavily with indecision.
Ji Han and that man. Their significance in her life had become eerily similar, leaving her unable to tilt the seesaw in either direction.
After a long pause, while looking at the broken screen, Yuin finally spoke.
“Ji Han, I’m sorry, but I have to go somewhere soon. If it’s going to take long, can we talk later?”
Her rambling words ultimately meant postponing Ji Han for another time.
It was as if the seesaw in her heart had tilted towards Gyeon.
“Can’t you listen to me first?”
“…What?”
“Can’t you just listen to me first, before anything else?”
Ji Han’s anxious expression and childlike insistence left Yuin flustered.
Ji Han had always been considerate and accommodating, putting Yuin first in every situation. This wasn’t like him.
What could be so important that he skipped class to tell her, yet he hesitated to get to the point? Yuin’s heart raced with urgency.
She needed to quickly hear Ji Han out and go to Gyeon. The vibration from the phone she couldn’t answer was still ongoing.
“Nam Yuin!”
Suddenly, an angry voice cut through the air, startling both of them. Yuin instinctively turned towards the sound.
There stood a man with a heaving chest, as if he had been running, and eyes filled with a cold intensity, staring fiercely at them both.
His long legs closed the distance with swift, heavy steps.
“Why aren’t you answering the phone? What are you doing here?”
Confronted by his stern, statue-like face, Yuin’s heart thumped wildly in trepidation.
From him emanated a cold chill, yet there was an underlying intense heat. This man, both hot and cold, swept Yuin into a maelstrom of confusion.
“…Director.”
Without a word, Gyeon’s icy gaze drifted over Yuin’s trembling eyes and twitching lips, then moved menacingly towards Ji Han.
Gyeon’s formidable and heavy gaze seemed to slash from Ji Han’s head to toe.
Even as a bystander, it was suffocating and tingling to witness such an intense stare, which Ji Han stoically endured, looking straight back at Gyeon.
“I have something to discuss with Yuin, so please give us a moment.”
Gyeon smiled coldly, with only the corners of his mouth lifted in a savage grin.
“What right does Yun Ji Han have to tell me to step aside? Did Yuin ask you to do this?”
“I came here first to talk.”
“First? Was that priority agreed upon with Nam Yuin?”
One person’s sneer deepened, while the other’s gentle demeanor twisted.
“We’re not in a relationship that requires such agreements. You’re the one who intruded…”
“Intruded? That would be you, Yun Ji Han. Get your facts straight before you speak.”
“I know the facts. You’re nothing to Yuin.”
“And what about you, Yun Ji Han? Are friends now a relationship that doesn’t need consent? Isn’t it too obvious you’re clingy?”
“……What did you say?”
The atmosphere between the two, clearly attacking and belittling each other, grew more hostile.
Caught in the middle, Yuin, unaware of how this tension arose, clutched Gyeon’s sleeve, resembling her past actions.
“Director.”
Gyeon’s ferocity softened instantly, and he looked down as if asking, “What’s wrong?”
“Why are you like this? Please stop.”
She didn’t like him angry, his face hardened, his sharp words scaring her.
Seeing this once was enough. A simple instinct led her to hold his arm, trying to stop Gyeon.
His gaze then began to curve into a smile.
“Why are you laughing?” Yuin wondered about the man who often acted bizarrely. She glanced past him and addressed Ji Han.
“Yun Ji Han. Why are you doing this to the director?”
“……”
Having scolded Gyeon, Yuin turned to Ji Han, who remained silent, just gazing down.
After a brief silence, Yuin addressed her quiet friend again.
“Ji Han, what do you want to say? If it’s urgent, say it quickly.”
“Here?”
Ji Han’s delicate eyelids fluttered. He looked at Yuin, then at the man firmly planted by her side, and back at Yuin again.
Then he shook his head.
“I can’t… here.”
“Why not?”
Yuin looked at her unresponsive friend with frustration. Why was he acting like this?
“Then, I’ll listen to what you have to say later. Okay? No, I’ll call you this evening.”
“……”
“Is that okay, Ji Han?”
Yuin stepped closer and smiled gently, unaware that her attempt to comfort him only saddened Ji Han more.
His brown eyes, seemingly about to spill tears, looked at Yuin desperately, but she was already retreating.
“Don’t worry about the phone. I’ll handle it.”
Her usual casual gesture tapped his shoulder briefly before withdrawing.
As Yuin was about to turn away, raindrops began to fall from the sky.
“Yuin, let’s hurry. It’s starting to rain.”
Urged from behind, Yuin responded with a “Yes,” giving Ji Han one last look.
“I’m going, Ji Han.”
Ji Han remained silent, and after a moment’s hesitation, Yuin took Gyeon’s hand and left without looking back.
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
