Only Bad for Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
“My room is right downstairs.”
Goosebumps rose all over her body at the whisper of breath grazing her ear.
The man’s sensual scent—thought long forgotten—suddenly wrapped tightly around Eun Jo.
That feeling she’d convinced herself was completely erased. Her heart fluttered, and a secret, fluttering sensation in her stomach, like butterflies taking flight, stole her breath away.
“…Cut it out already.”
Eun Jo, eyes wide open, pushed away the firm chest right in front of her with all her strength.
“If only things could be that simple with you.”
Instead of retreating, Jae Ha leaned in even closer, tilting his head slightly downward.
“If only.”
“…”
“If that were possible, I wouldn’t even be here.”
Their noses nearly touched—precariously close—but Eun Jo refused to back down.
“…Was my brother’s accident really just coincidence?”
“What?”
“Now that I think about it, it’s seriously strange!”
Ha! How adorably suspicious. Jae Ha’s thick eyebrows twitched.
“That look on your face—what’s going on? There’s something, isn’t there? Don’t tell me you actually… you actually…”
The stuttering Yoon Eun Jo from before was gone—now she glared at him, ready to pounce. Deep within her distant memory, he remained exactly as he’d always been.
“Do you think I came all the way from America just to screw with you?”
“I know you, you’re the kind of person who could do even worse.”
“Must be a hobby of yours—writing novels or something.”
“No! Don’t change the subject.”
“I looked into it.”
“See! I knew you’d do this! You despicable…”
“If checking whether you’re alive or dead is despicable, then I’ve got nothing to say.”
“…What?”
“Glad it was the police station and not a columbarium—as a reunion spot, I mean.”
Exactly. At the mention of the police station, her pupils flickered. Jae Ha gave a faint smirk and lightly tapped Eun Jo’s cheek, pretending nonchalance.
“You call yourself an adult, yet you’re still such a kid.”
“…Who are you calling a kid?”
“Technically, I really am your older brother.”
“…”
Speechless, Eun Jo rubbed the spot on her cheek where his finger had brushed against it.
At ten years old. At twenty-two. The mischievous Kwon Jae Ha had always insisted he was her hyung, counting exact days and dates.
Their locked gazes trembled softly. Time seemed to flow backward, and the air turned tender and fluffy.
Was this a moment where she should call him “God” instead of “older brother”? The corners of Eun Jo’s eyes drooped helplessly.
“Oh, oh…”
“Enough.”
Jae Ha finally pressed the elevator button and waved his large hand dismissively, as if refusing her forced gratitude.
“What is?”
“You think I’d make you call me hyung just for that measly three—no, six hundred million won?”
Who was it acting like they desperately wanted to hear “hyung”? That stubborn habit of his clearly hadn’t changed, even after soaking up all that American water.
“No, oh—I just meant to say I’ve been eating dinner well.”
“What have you even been eating? Oh, cold water!”
Eun Jo snapped her mouth shut as people approached, lowering her gaze to her toes.
“Oh dear, they’re so sweet. Right, honey? We used to have so many lovers’ quarrels too—you really should’ve been a bit more jealous back then.”
The middle-aged woman whispered to her husband and even nodded toward Eun Jo reassuringly, as if she understood perfectly.
Heh-heh. The elderly gentleman chuckled softly and gave Jae Ha a polite nod.
Jae Ha, returning the courteous look, grabbed Eun Jo’s elbow and pulled her firmly toward himself.
“All the money and fame in the world wouldn’t matter—if only I could go back to being young again.”
“Then, how about we cancel that handbag you ordered?”
“Oh my! This man…”
Even inside the elevator, their hushed bickering looked rather affectionate.
Tucked into the corner, Eun Jo stared only at his broad back and placed a hand over her unexpectedly aching chest.
The reason her heart pounded… was obviously the six hundred million won.
Why! Why did she care whether someone else was dead or alive? Why impose his own standards? Six hundred million won—it wasn’t even like she’d asked him for help!
Yet alongside her regret rose the faces of those scowling people…
Ding.
Startled by the soft sound, Eun Jo realized they’d reached basement level 3.
Jae Ha held down the door-open button, waiting for her to move.
“Oh, I can just take the subway—it’s not far.”
“Less talk. Let’s get out.”
Eun Jo bit her lip and slowly moved her heavy feet.
His voice had sounded gentle enough, but his downward gaze still burned with unmistakable heat.
.
.
“…That person already left. The Manager Park who brought me here.”
Seated in the passenger seat of a different car—not the one she’d taken to the hotel—Eun Jo awkwardly gripped the seatbelt buckle.
“Why, do you wish they were here? Should I call someone who’s already off work?”
“…”
He’d only gotten more difficult. Completely impossible. Keeping her mouth tightly shut, Eun Jo lowered her eyes.
Since he started driving without even asking for her address, he’d probably already looked up the debtor’s address.
If traffic wasn’t bad, it’d take thirty minutes.
She wasn’t in the mood for music, but she briefly wished he’d at least turn on the radio.
Instead, Eun Jo just chewed her lip silently, gazing out at the darkened city.
Fortunately or unfortunately, he frowned slightly and seemed lost in his own thoughts—quiet the entire drive.
Kim Nam Hee’s widened eyes turned toward her husband, Choi Byung Hyun, who was driving.
“Blackstone Partners? Oh, instead of Hampton?”
“Yeah. The real thing was better. I had my doubts before.”
“Goodness, he looked so young. Of course, talent doesn’t come with age. Anyway, he was genuinely handsome—made me a little envious.”
“Want to start dating again? Weren’t you already dating me?”
“Oh, stop it! I meant Sun Woo. What do you think? I have a feeling there’s someone special.”
“If there is, it’s good news.”
“It feels like just yesterday Sun Woo grabbed your glasses during his doljabi ceremony. Yet now, imagining our Sun Woo having a child…”
“You’ll cry, Mrs. Kim Nam Hee.”
Choi Byung Hyun let out a warm, pleasant chuckle as he glanced at his wife, who rolled her eyes prettily.
It was the exact same laugh his son, Choi Sun Woo, had inherited.
“Hey! Just drop me off behind that white car over there.”
Eun Jo exhaled the breath she’d been holding and forced her voice to sound cheerful.
Jae Ha’s black sedan gracefully stopped exactly where she’d asked.
Unbuckling her seatbelt, Eun Jo moistened her dry lips with her tongue and offered a faint, barely-there smile.
“You know, I really am grateful. Even among friends, nobody would ever…”
“Friends?”
“Huh?”
“Were we ever friends?”
Jae Ha stared straight ahead, as if asking himself the question.
“No… I mean, maybe if you considered old ties…”
“We were never friends. Not once. And we won’t be in the future either.”
“…”
“Nothing. It’s absolutely nothing.”
His gaze finally turned toward her—dry, rustling like fallen autumn leaves.
An indifferent stare, as if looking at a meaningless pebble lying on the roadside.
“Y-yeah. Think whatever you want—it doesn’t matter to me. Um… what I really wanted to say—or rather, my request—is just… give me some time.”
Jae Ha snorted.
“Do you even know how much I earn per hour? My every minute is worth more than anyone else’s.”
Unlike others—utterly worthless “nothing.” Eun Jo nodded firmly.
“I know. I know very well. That’s exactly why I’m asking.”
Staring at his large hand resting calmly on the steering wheel, she suddenly felt foolishly on the verge of hiccupping again.
“A request… Fine.”
“Fine? You’ll give me time?”
“No.”
“…Then what?”
“I’ll hire you.”
“…What?”
Me. Jae Ha watched Eun Jo’s eyes widen in shock, as if she were some amusing spectacle.
“Sometimes I change shirts two or three times a day.”
I absolutely hate even the slightest discomfort. He leaned his upper body toward her—his gaze intense, unusual.
“…”
“But I just haven’t found anyone I like for the job yet. You’re lucky.”
“Y-you mean, like laundry or something?”
“Call it a housekeeper, I guess. General housework. Odd jobs.”
Ah. Odd jobs. So he wanted Yoon Eun Jo—a top university graduate with a professional career—to serve as a mere errand-runner.
Any job, no discrimination, just whatever came up… Da On’s and Min Ah’s playful bickering overlapped in her mind with giggles.
Ah, they’re probably waiting for me at home right now. Eun Jo briefly glanced toward her apartment building.
Of course I…
“I can do it. I’ll do it.”
“Then remember—that line you said earlier: ‘anything.’”
“…Right. But until you find someone you like, I’ll purely help you out.”
“Help me? You’ll help me? ‘Purely’?”
“Pur-ely,” he repeated, barely containing laughter that seemed ready to burst out.
Eun Jo’s voice trembled faintly.
“Yes, my minutes and seconds aren’t nearly as valuable as yours. But I can’t—and won’t—repay six hundred million won by being a janitor. I’ll repay the money with money.”
“I heard you clearly.”
“…What?”
“Just go now.”
I’ll contact you later. His voice, already slipping into employer mode, was quite cold.
The situation felt deeply awkward, but she clearly lacked both the courage to shout “No!” and the money to refuse.
“…Anyway, thank you.”
Eun Jo stepped quietly out of the car, her voice fragile as if it might shatter at any moment.
Tsk—like someone might gobble her up right this second.
Jae Ha clicked his tongue and watched her retreating figure from afar—her shoulders slumped in a pitiful, weary slump.
Was she really telling him to trample all over a life already lost? Her reaction was far from satisfactory.
Boring. If this were twenty-one-year-old Yoon Eun Jo, she’d have immediately flared up and bared her claws defiantly.
“…”
It must be because of the child.
He knew she’d taken leave from work over her younger sibling’s situation. He’d also heard she’d been unnecessarily frequenting the hospital.
So on a whim, curious about where Yoon Eun Jo lived, he’d come—and now he’d seen it.
A few days ago. Jae Ha had stood right here, watching a kindergarten van stop in the distance.
[Mommy!]The kid leapt out of the yellow van, shouted loudly, and dove straight into Yoon Eun Jo’s open arms.
The child chattered endlessly in a shrill, birdlike voice, and she kissed the child’s lips and rubbed cheeks—utterly shocking to witness.
Because nowhere in his memory had he ever seen her smile so happily.
Kwon Jae Ha had never once seen it.
It was satisfaction and joy of an entirely different hue.
A brilliant light that seemed impossible to ever fade, no matter what happened.
Frustration surged sharply inside him, twisting his insides.“`
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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