It wasn’t just because she was Dad’s grandmother; her existence itself was that of a formidable person. Even though the words were exaggerated, Dajeong decided to let it go, thinking that a five-year-old wouldn’t understand.
“Wow! Grandma is a hundred years old? Siwoo is five! Oh!”
Siwoo spread out his cute little fingers and wiggled them. ‘A hundred’ was a realm that could only be counted with ten fingers, which I, who couldn’t reach that level, dared not approach.
Just like a five-year-old who views the world through a binary system, ‘Great-grandma’ became the supreme being in Siwoo’s worldview.
“Let me see. Our son.”
There was no little gentleman like Siwoo when it came to neatly arranging hair with hair wax. Dajeong looked satisfied as she chuckled at her son’s complete appearance.
While the prepared Siwoo quietly watched a dolphin documentary, Dajeong hurriedly dried her wet hair.
When Siwoo was dressed up like a flower, she didn’t notice, but when it was her turn, her mind became anxious as the promised time approached.
When they were in the midst of rushing to get ready for an outing, the doorbell rang.
Without checking, she knew who it was and rushed out, opening the door. Then, there, standing outside, was an unusually handsome man in neat attire.
As their eyes met, Jung-hyuk stood slightly askew, hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “How about it?” with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
Despite grumbling when urged to dress up formally for the outing, he finally appeared dressed so handsomely.
When Dajeong smiled in approval, a hint of a childish grin spread widely in his eyes.
Though there had been arguments during their phone call last night, this moment made even those disputes seem insignificant.
“Dad! Hello.”
Siwoo, who had somehow run out to greet them, bent his waist, offering a polite greeting. Then he playfully smiled, pulling his dad’s legs and hugging them.
Jung-hyuk silently looked down at his son, who was dressed like a flower. Seeing the neatly parted 2:8 hairstyle, he burst into laughter with a sudden kick.
It was the first time he realized that a parting could be so amusing.
It was a regrettable thing to have a person without aesthetic sense as the mother, but Siwoo added an extraordinary cuteness that made up for it.
Jung-hyuk lifted his son, who clung to his legs like a cicada, high into his arms.
“Hello, Siwoo too.”
While greeting, he tried to run his lips on Siwoo’s forehead, but suddenly, Dajeong pushed his face away.
“Don’t mess up his hair that I worked so hard on.”
“… ”
His eyes almost squinted, but Jung-hyuk, pretending to be unaffected, maintained an indifferent expression.
It seemed that Dajeong wanted Siwoo to look very good to the elderly.
After all, it was annoying to go to an old man’s house just for one meal, but even if he started a quarrel, it would be he who felt uncomfortable.
Didn’t he feel it acutely last night? Because of that damn ‘formal attire,’ they had a vague argument and spent the night tossing and turning.
On the other hand, how about that woman? How well did she sleep? Sparkles twinkled all over her face.
“I just need to change clothes, so will you look after Siwoo?”
“Sure.”
Leaving him in the living room, Dajeong walked away. When she completely disappeared, Jung-hyuk, as if he had been waiting, gently patted Siwoo on the sofa.
With a playful dolphin sound, he hugged Siwoo tightly, pressing his lips to his stomach. When a sound came out, Siwoo burst into laughter.
Then, from somewhere, a strict admonition was heard.
“By the way, Siwoo, don’t fart because your clothes will wrinkle!”
“… ”
The scene paused momentarily. Jung-hyuk, who had straightened his son like a doll, blinked his eyes as if to say, “That’s enough,” maintaining an expression of feigned indifference.
Before visiting the Park family, Dajeong headed to the department store.
Before visiting President Park’s house, Dajeong headed to the department store.
Although they were a wealthy family with everything, she shamefully strolled through the food section with the intention of preparing at least some fruit.
“The old folks enjoy all sorts of good things, but why bother with something like this?”
Following her with a grumble, Junghyuk poured out complaints. It seemed like the kind of remark one would make at times like this, claiming not to need their child.
“But still. It’s the day we formally greet Siwoo’s great-grandmother. How can we go empty-handed?”
Assertively speaking, Dajeong eyed a bright yellow, plump mango.
“Would your grandmother like tropical fruits?”
“Well, she probably would. Wouldn’t she?”
Junghyuk mumbled half-heartedly and nodded. It seemed that Dajeong’s jab, implying that he only wished for something for his only grandson, struck a chord.
“Do you even know what your mother-in-law likes, Mr. Cha Junghyuk?”
“I haven’t lived with my mother-in-law my whole life. You know I spent a long time abroad.”
“And you call that an excuse?”
“That Yuda Jeong doesn’t know what her mother-in-law likes either, you know?”
Junghyuk counterattacked. Dajeong was momentarily taken aback, but still, without hesitation, she responded to his uttered words.
“Well, of course. Our mom likes cold noodles.”
Then, Junghyuk let out a sigh, pretending to be dumbfounded.
“Don’t be ridiculous. My mother-in-law hates noodles. She likes meat. You don’t even know.”
Dajeong’s face turned as red as a burning coal.
“Mr. Cha Junghyuk, you know your grandmother’s preferences, but why are you interested in someone else’s mother’s preferences? It’s ridiculous. Don’t follow me!”
Heh! Letting out a snort, Dajeong turned away.
“Uh…”
Looking at his mom’s angry back while being held by his dad, Siwoo sent a sympathetic glance to his dad again.
It was undoubtedly his mom who won the argument, but why did it always end up with his dad getting the short end of the stick?
Despite his son’s pitiful gaze, Junghyuk did not yield.
“Just because there’s nothing to say… Siwoo, don’t be like your mom. It’s cute when she does it, but not when others do.”
“Okay!”
In the end, Dajeong’s eyes, who had selected a top-grade mango box, were suddenly fixed on the gorgeously packaged mangosteen. Pondering for a moment, Dajeong also picked up a box of mangosteen.
“What about this?”
Junghyuk asked. About to scold her again, Dajeong cheekily retorted.
“No, I want to eat this. Mangosteen is the queen of tropical fruits, you know.”
Dajeong, who casually made up an excuse, smiled sweetly.
Beeeep—
Pressing the doorbell, the grand door of the mansion-like house opened promptly.
“Wow!”
Holding hands with mom and dad and bouncing around, Siwoo let out an exclamation upon seeing the vast lawn spread out like a sports field.
When they were led here by the police and social welfare officials last time, there was no chance to take in such sights. Well, even if they came for the first time now, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
However, things they had never seen before began to catch their eyes. The peaceful mansion revealed a sight they hadn’t seen before.
Dajeong widened her eyes as if in amazement, and Junghyuk furrowed his brows as if witnessing something unpleasant. Meanwhile, Siwoo was overjoyed.
“Oh! Mom, it’s a playground! A swing! Siwoo wants to ride the swing!”
Siwoo pointed to the swing set arranged in front of the mansion and excitedly bounced around. Not only that, but there were also a slide, a seesaw, various small ride-on toys, and a ball pool, captivating the child’s attention.
“These old folks sure know how to prepare.”
Junghyuk clicked his tongue with a somewhat bitter expression. There was a strange feeling of discomfort lingering somewhere.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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