Seoha’s heart tingled at Taekyung’s sweet words. Even after five years, Taekyung showed unwavering affection.
Seoha hugged Taekyung even tighter.
When Taekyung smiled, pleased, his breath tickled Seoha.
“Why do you do such pretty things? What if I don’t send you off today?”
“I can’t go if you don’t send me off.”
Contrary to Seoha’s provocative response, she felt Taekyung’s arms comforting her tired heart as she quietly nestled against him, hearing the sound of his heartbeat.
“You don’t have to go?”
When Taekyung gave a mischievous smile, Seoha charmingly lowered her gaze.
But Taekyung, as if finding it adorable, showered kisses all over Seoha’s face.
“I need some comfort today.”
“What kind of comfort do you need? I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Just hold me. Like this.”
Seoha didn’t want to think about painful things.
Thinking of her unforgivable mother, Seungae, not only hurt Taekyung but also caused pain to Hyunyeong and Taekyung. However, considering Minjun, she had to marry Taekyung, her stepfather, but could they live as a family with Hyunyeong?
How could she handle these complex emotions that were not explained simply? A fierce mix of guilt and resentment overwhelmed Seoha.
Moreover, how should she tell Minjun about the past five years and the fact that Taekyung was his father?
Seoha’s mind was simply too complex.
Taekyung gently stroked Seoha’s small head.
“What makes you so distressed? Is there something I can’t help with?”
“…I’m okay.”
“Okay, but it’s written all over your face that you’re not okay.”
“Oppa, if meeting Chairman is difficult because of our mother, what will you do?”
“Your mother? What happened?”
“…”
“If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to. But you don’t have to force yourself to do something difficult. There must be a reason for your difficulty. If you can’t tell me directly, I understand. If there’s anything with your mother that needs to be said and conveyed, I can do it.”
Taekyung, trusting her completely, offered to be her shield.
Why couldn’t Seoha trust Taekyung?
Why didn’t we tell each other the truth back then?
“About five years ago. Can you listen?”
At Seoha’s words, Taekyung cautiously nodded.
Now, they had to reveal the truth to each other without hiding anything.
However, suddenly, Seoha’s phone rang. It was Myunghoon.
“Yes, Dad.”
Seoha, where are you now? Minjun had a nightmare, and he’s crying inconsolably, looking for his mom. It seems like you need to be the one to comfort him.
“I understand. I’ll go right now.”
After ending the call, Seoha looked at Taekyung.
“It seems like today won’t work. Minjun had a nightmare and is crying right now. Oppa, goodnight.”
“Yeah. Go quickly.”
With a regretful heart, Taekyung had to let Seoha go.
Yuna picked up the business card she received from Hyungjin, swinging it between her index and thumb.
She would have to entrust Kim Seoha and the child to this man and step back. It might become troublesome if she got involved.
She pressed each number on the business card without hesitation until she reached the last call button. She had to withdraw her involvement with this man.
She lifted her eyes, gazing at the number, then pressed the call button.
Through the phone, Hyungjin’s voice was heard.
Have you made up your mind now?
“Let’s meet. Tomorrow at 8 PM. Come to the address I send.”
Before hearing Hyungjin’s response, Yuna hung up the phone.
The next day, Hyungjin and Seungae came to the apartment that Yuna secretly obtained.
Looking at Seungae, who looked ridiculous with excessive cheap accessories, Yuna silently mocked her. And that mockery continued towards Seoha.
Kim Seoha, where do you think you can surpass what’s mine, being so vulgar and miserable?
“Let’s sit first. I didn’t expect both of you to come together.”
“Hmm. It’s an important matter where money will be involved.”
Seungae twisted her mouth, giving Yuna a sidelong glance with her eyes narrowed.
“Well, whether it’s two of you or one, it doesn’t matter. As long as the deal with me goes smoothly.”
Yuna shrugged as if it was trivial.
Whether it was Hyungjin or Seungae, or both of them together, it didn’t matter to Yuna. As long as Seoha and Minjun disappeared, that was all that mattered.
With an indifferent tone, Yuna asked, “Can you handle both Kim Seoha and the child?”
“It depends on how much compensation you’re willing to give us.”
Hyungjin answered Yuna’s question. Seungae nervously fidgeted her fingers.
Ignoring Seungae, Yuna looked at Hyungjin and stated her demands.
“I want to make sure they can’t set foot in Korea.”
“Wow. You’re a more wicked lady than I thought.”
Hyungjin widened his eyes, clenched his fist, and laughed aloud.
Yuna didn’t like that side of Hyungjin.
“Get rid of the nonsense. Can you do it or not?”
“Doing that is difficult for us too. Taking them overseas instead of in Korea. You should know how much preparation and cost it involves.”
Hyungjin spoke with a relaxed attitude, tapping his ears as he talked.
His legs dangling in the air looked extremely tacky.
Despite her chubby appearance, Seungae, who complained about everything, asked if there was nothing to drink.
“Well, if it’s impossible, let’s consider it as a non-existent task. There must be someone else who can do this job for you.”
“Wow. Who said it’s impossible? Miss, this request is a high-level operation, you know?”
Hyungjin widened his eyes, made a fist, and laughed again.
Yuna didn’t appreciate that side of Hyungjin.
“Get rid of the nonsense. Can you or not?”
“Well, this is a challenging task. You should consider how much you can offer first.”
Hyungjin and Yuna’s subtle conflict was tense. Seungae, looking at the two, couldn’t help but bite her lips.
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
