“Uh-huh~?”
A cute voice echoed from Seolwon’s lap, and soon Woo-joo picked up something from the floor.
It seemed to have fallen from the envelope that contained the will.
Woo-joo shook it and extended it to Seolwon, saying, “Mom, Dad! Look at this~ Grandpa is here! Right? Woo-joo’s maternal grandfather~.”
“Yeah. That’s right. Woo-joo.”
It was a photograph.
A considerably faded picture, with traces of time evident.
Inside, Seolwon’s parents were affectionately leaning against each other, smiling.
In the bulging belly they were both embracing, naturally, it had to be Seolwon.
It seemed to have been taken around the time of Seolwon’s imminent birth, perhaps as a commemoration.
Judging by the field filled with flowers in the background.
Carefully, Seolwon took the photo from Woo-joo’s hands.
The weight of happiness conveyed through the worn piece of paper felt substantial.
“Mom, Mom. Is the person next to you Grandma then?”
“Yeah. Isn’t she pretty?”
“Yeah! Grandma looks like Mom~.”
With sparkling eyes, Woo-joo stared intensely at the picture of Kim Sun-hwa.
Then, as if suddenly realizing, she corrected herself.
“No! Mom looks like Grandma. Woo-joo’s right, isn’t she~?”
Charmed by Woo-joo’s adorable words, both Seolwon and Chae-ha burst into laughter.
It had been a surprising discovery when they recently looked at Chae-ha’s album, realizing that “King Dad” resembled Woo-joo.
Woo-joo had corrected them, clearly remembering that he resembled Grandpa King.
Stroking the clever child’s head, Seolwon persuaded her.
“Woo-joo. Grandma would like to know Woo-joo’s name. Should we tell her directly?”
“Uh-huh~! Sure. Woo-joo will say hello to Grandma too.”
Cheerfully shouting, Woo-joo slipped out of Seolwon’s lap.
In the midst of their confusion, Woo-joo politely gathered her hands towards the photo Seolwon was holding, offering a courteous belly-button greeting.
An endlessly heartwarming and cute greeting.
“Grandma’s grandson, Kwon Woo-joo. Woo-joo loves Grandma very, very much~.”
For some reason, at that moment, it felt like the two people in the photo were beaming with smiles.
Meanwhile, as they heard the news about Chae-ha’s family, there was someone whose blood dried up day by day.
“This is insane. Why did Director Yoon take a vacation now?”
Restlessly pacing back and forth in the living room, Heo Young-joo grabbed her hair in frustration.
It was beyond her expectations that Director Yoon, who seemed to have taken a vacation as if fleeing, would leave at such a time.
Since the fire incident, she had been feeling half alive.
She was tormented by the shock of almost sending her son and grandson to the afterlife first, and no one comforted her.
While lying in the hospital, she could at least have visitors, but after being discharged, neither Chae-ha nor Woo-joo, let alone anyone else, came to see her.
“Chae-ha, you heartless guy. No matter what, I’m your mother, I’m Woo-joo’s grandmother!”
Frustrated, Heo Young-joo slapped her chest.
When she heard the news that the awakened Woo-joo had learned that Chae-ha was her stepfather, she had secretly held expectations along with a sense of gratitude.
Woo-joo’s realization naturally led to the fact that Grandpa King, Kwon Kang-ho, was her step-grandfather.
So, it was only right that it followed that she was their step-grandmother.
Despite calling them countless times and trying to hug them, the no-entry zone remained unchanged.
Moreover, she learned from Director Yoon that Chae-ha had taken Seolwon and Woo-joo to the island, treating the parents of some man named Choi Jae-yoon as if they were their in-laws.
They had generously repaid the islanders who had helped Seolwon, even replacing their old boat with a new one.
It was unbearable that they treated others so kindly while causing trouble only for her.
“I can’t take it anymore. I can’t just sit back like this!”
Finally determined, Heo Young-joo went into the living room.
Then, she picked up the jewelry she had taken out earlier, went out again, and headed to Chae-ha’s house.
It was a weekday afternoon, so Chae-ha was supposed to be at work.
“I’ve arrived, Madam.”
“Alright. Wait here.”
Surely she wouldn’t refuse to open the door, so Heo Young-joo carried her bag and headed towards the house.
It was unexpectedly difficult to come to her son’s house.
However, her anger and injustice diminished drastically with each step closer to the door.
Instead, what pushed into that space was Director Yoon’s suggestion, as accurate as a weasel’s.
‘Do you really think you did wrong to a truly small Madam?’
Although she finally stood in front of the door, the thought that crossed her mind in an instant made Heo Young-joo drop her hand, which was about to press the bell.
As if it would be useless to evaluate the high-priced jewels she brought, a hunch told her it would be useless.
She had unknowingly committed a sin for which it was hard to assign blame, even if she claimed to have been deceived by Baek Sa-ra.
Even though an apology was the only answer, she just couldn’t muster the courage.
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
