It felt like some kind of divine prank, undoubtedly his masterpiece.
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In fact, nothing had improved.
Nayoung’s father, Moon Sungchul, still treated Taehyuk like a poisonous mushroom that needed to be removed from beside his daughter. There was still no evidence that he saved Nayoung, and the responsibility of his father’s death by Grandfather was not gone. However, Taehyuk felt alive.
Because Nayoung loved him, it seemed enough. Just that was an overflowing blessing in his life.
He could thank God to the extent of asking for a handshake.
However, unexpectedly, Jang Suho called him and apologized.
“Why? Did Vice President Moon Sungchul force you and Nayoung into a forced marriage or something?”
[…….]When he asked harshly, Jang Suho remained silent for a moment.
[I am currently at a nursing home.]
“Well, living there and receiving care from pretty nurses should be nice. You made a good decision.”
Even with a harsh joke, Jang Suho remained indifferent and only spoke what needed to be said.
[The kidnapper is here.]At the mention of a kidnapper, Taehyuk’s face contorted brutally.
“What?”
It sounded like insane talk.
How could Jang Suho meet the kidnapper?
[If it’s the kidnapper, he said he brought a picture because he thinks Choi Taehyuk might remember. But due to dementia, he can’t even recognize his own family.]So, to find evidence that he saved Nayoung, Jang Suho even went to find the kidnapper. Taehyuk took the phone away from his ear and burst into laughter. Not because it was funny, but because it was too absurd.
This person was truly relentless.
How could someone be more enthusiastic about others’ affairs than their own?
Taehyuk put the phone back to his ear and said to Jang Suho.
“So, you tried to decide my life with a damn kidnapper’s word? If that’s the case, I might have thanked you!”
When he burst into anger, Jang Suho quietly apologized again.
[I’m sorry. I thought this was the only way.]“Where are you now?”
[I’m at the nursing home just now.]“Get to Seoul right away.”
It was funny.
He still didn’t like Jang Suho, but strangely, an annoying affection had developed.
So, he wanted to have a drink together.
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Yeonhee sat at the dining table, looking frustrated at the two women who were only looking at the radio and the phone.
“Why are you expecting a call just by staring at them? Just eat.”
Seunghee sighed, put down the radio, picked up her chopsticks, and Nayoung called Professor Choi Taehyuk again, speaking with an anxious voice.
“I haven’t been able to reach him since earlier. What if he’s been summoned by my dad again? What should I do?”
Yeonhee knew that wouldn’t happen.
Her husband was mean, but he wasn’t a gangster.
He didn’t arbitrarily take people away.
“If that’s the case, don’t worry. Oh Secretary said he would contact you, so no need to worry.”
Knowing that wouldn’t happen, Nayoung got up from her seat.
“I think I should go to Professor’s house.”
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Just a few hours without contact, but Nayoung’s anxious behavior was completely unlike her daughter. Yeonhee stared at her with unfamiliar eyes.
“Could it be because Professor Choi might be in danger outside?”
Looking at her eyes, it was clear she wouldn’t go anywhere to get beaten up.
Nayoung reluctantly left the house and headed to Taehyuk’s place.
Ding-dong.
Even after ringing the doorbell, there was no response, so she had to wait outside.
Today, if Taehyuk came back, she planned to give him a stern warning.
Unless he was in surgery, he had to answer her calls.
Nayoung truly disliked feeling anxious like this.
Thump, thump, thump.
Her heart continued to beat anxiously.
When all sorts of bad thoughts came to her mind, causing her body to shrink more and more.
Ding.
The elevator opened, and a loud noise was heard.
It was the irritating voice of Professor Choi Taehyuk annoying someone.
“Hey, walk straight, you punk.”
“You can’t walk straight either, Mr. Choi Taehyuk.”
Even Jang Suho’s voice was audible.
Nayoung slowly got up from her seat.
The two men were walking toward her as if they had just drunk a bottle of strong liquor.
And they were endlessly picking on each other.
As the situation seemed bizarre, Nayoung’s worried feelings began to boil.
The two men also noticed Nayoung belatedly and stopped awkwardly.
Jang Suho quietly asked Taehyuk.
“Did Miss Moon Nayoung invite you to drink too?”
“Am I crazy?”
In the end, the plan of the two men to have a second round at home was ruined by Nayoung’s appearance.
Taehyuk had to endure Nayoung’s nagging alone.
“So, you didn’t answer my calls because you were drinking with Mr. Jang Suho? When did you become friends with him anyway?”
Taehyuk explained, loosening his tie.
“It’s not that we’re friends. It’s just that if you hit someone when you’re drunk, it’s called drunk assault.”
“Don’t make excuses.”
“I’m serious.”
Nayoung got angrier at Taehyuk’s unapologetic attitude.
“What does Director Cha Hyun say when she sees you like this?”
“She went to New Zealand.”
“So, because Director Cha Hyun isn’t here, your true colors came out. You only call her for coaching when you want to flirt with a woman.”
As Nayoung spoke like he was a swindler, Taehyuk felt unfairly accused.
“It’s not to flirt. It was to ask if I would hurt you due to my words or actions, like stepping on a landmine. I didn’t know about affectionate relationships. I always clashed with people and got hurt. I didn’t want to hurt you, so I kept asking Director Cha Hyun.”
Taehyuk’s voice gradually faded. He was sleepy due to the alcohol.
“By asking her repeatedly, I was seeking a safe path for you, not wanting to harm you.”
Thunk.
Nayoung quickly reached out, embracing Taehyuk’s collapsing body.
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
