The Bad Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
The blind date ended surprisingly quickly.
“How did the blind date go?”
Director Park, who was driving, asked. Naturally, Woo Jin’s thoughts drifted to Tae Eun’s dark eyes.
She had left without giving him an answer, even at the very end. Yet, the impression she had left on him during that brief time sank in deeply and couldn’t be erased.
—Why… Why do you want to marry me?
At his proposal, her already-large eyes widened even more. He also saw her roll her eyes, seemingly exasperated at being called pretty. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected that response to work on her. But what could he do? That unconvincing reason was, in fact, completely sincere.
“Damn it. The one who’s utterly speechless is me.”
Not you.
Without realizing it, the words slipped out—and they were true.
He’d met countless beautiful women. Among them, Park Seo Woo stood at the very top, a top star who captivated men’s hearts. Yet, despite that, his heart had never stirred for any of them the way it so effortlessly flowed toward Min Tae Eun.
Was it because of those familiar-looking eyes? She appeared even more beautiful. Her defiant retort of *Why me?* upon hearing his proposal. Her blushing crimson face, overcome with shame as she confessed her infertility. And even her fiery reaction when he mentioned her grandmother—none of these moments were anything less than lovely.
And it didn’t stop there. Until the moment he met her, his mind had been chaotic, cluttered with distracting thoughts—yet they all instantly settled the moment he was with her at the restaurant. For someone like him, whose overthinking habitually led to insomnia, the ability to simply lose himself in someone right in front of him—without a single thought—was undeniably healing.
Thus, he reached one clear conclusion: perhaps the reason his heart had never stirred for any woman he’d met before was because he had such sharply defined tastes—and Min Tae Eun perfectly matched that exact, firm preference.
It was an absurd line of reasoning, yet only this logic made sense of the utterly bizarre situation. Only then could he explain—without assuming he’d gone insane—the entire sequence of events: from the moment he chose her based on her photo, to that inexplicable, familiar aura he’d sensed upon seeing her face for the first time.
Right. I’m not insane. Min Tae Eun just happens to match my taste precisely.
A profound realization—after thirty years.
Damn it. I’ve wasted my whole life up until now.
Yet the woman stubbornly refused to sit beside him—the very seat others desperately coveted. Though this annoyed him, he also found it boldly alluring, intensifying his desire to make her yield.
“Director Park, I’d like to send some flowers.”
“To—to the person you just had the blind date with?”
“Yeah.”
“Seriously—ous?”
So startled was Director Park that his voice cracked on the last syllable.
“Oh, then—what kind of flowers should we send?”
Upon hearing Director Park’s question, Woo Jin pictured Tae Eun again. Yet recalling her elegant yet stubborn expression made him unusually cautious. For the first time ever, he was genuinely overthinking—a strange emotion stirred within him.
Would she even like flowers? And if so, which kind?
It turned out to be surprisingly difficult. He’d never before agonized over sending a gift to a woman, and the novelty stirred unfamiliar feelings.
What a difficult woman.
Had women always been this complicated?
Still, he couldn’t give up. He *had* to do something—because the woman’s voice, heard through his phone at the restaurant entrance, still echoed sharply in his ears: her warning that he shouldn’t even think about coming home if he failed to secure an “after” meeting.
He needed to drive the point home.
“Hmm—how many should we send? If you’re planning to propose, something grand and lavish would be best, right?”
“No. Just a moderate amount.”
“But even so, for a proposal, something showy and abundant would…”
“I’m worried I’ll get slapped.”
She was a woman whose petite frame concealed a tempest. A woman who expressed her emotions vividly, yet maintained perfect control over them.
Therefore, going too far risked earning a slap in return. Who would dare slap Seo Woo Jin? Yet somehow, he felt she was more than capable of doing exactly that.
Woo Jin locked eyes with Director Park through the rearview mirror, where the latter mouthed *“Nah, surely not!”*—and firmly replied:
“Director Park, do I look like I’m joking right now?”
Hearing the quiet “No,” Woo Jin turned his gaze out the window—
and unconsciously brushed his fingers once, lightly, against his own cheek.
* * *
After the absurd and mortifying blind date ended, Tae Eun couldn’t head straight home; instead, she wandered nearby for thirty minutes. She feared the consequences of walking in just yet.
But as pain radiated throughout her body—evidence of just how tense she’d been during the meeting—she finally gave in and returned home. She desperately needed sleep, though rest would likely evade her tonight: Ji Eun, eagerly awaiting the blind date results, would surely grill her relentlessly.
First, she needed at least a glass of cold water.
She headed toward the kitchen—when a familiar voice halted her steps.
It was Ji Eun and her half-brother, Ji Hoon.
“No way, Mom—you seriously think Min Tae Eun could become the daughter-in-law of the Jangwon family?”
Half-sibling or not, the boy was seven years younger and never once called her “older sister.”
The impertinent brat.
“Wow, Mom—your ambitions are seriously intense. You’re aiming way, *way* too high.”
“Really? Did I dream too big? Son, but still—think about it. Even if he lacks other qualities, his face is at least fifty-fifty decent. You never know—maybe Seo Woo Jin’ll have a sudden change of heart and something miraculous will happen.”
“That’s true. Min Tae Eun *does* have a strangely captivating aura for men. Still, the other party is *Seo Woo Jin*. Mom, your greed is excessive.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. Either way, I win.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“If Seo Woo Jin suddenly falls for Tae Eun and they marry, we form a marital alliance with the Jangwon family—that’s good. And even if Tae Eun gets rejected, I can use this incident as an excuse to finally rid myself of that shrewd girl *and* that tiresome old woman—also good. This time, even your father won’t be able to object.”
“Whoa!”
“Isn’t this the definition of killing two birds with one stone? So the actual outcome doesn’t matter to me at all. I only needed a pretext.”
“Wow… Chills! Seriously, chills! Mom—you’re an absolute genius!”
In that instant, Tae Eun’s barely stable legs nearly gave way. Only now did she finally grasp the true reason behind this absurd blind date.
Jung Ji Eun had needed a pretext—precisely, a valid reason to cut ties with both her and Grandmother at once. A scheme perfectly in line with Ji Eun’s cunning nature.
Ji Eun never tormented Tae Eun without cause. Every time Ji Eun punished or scolded her, there was always a clear reason—even one Min Kyung Hoon, her father, couldn’t dispute—thus legitimizing Ji Eun’s actions. The problem? Those “reasons” were all fabricated by Ji Eun herself.
This was Ji Eun’s usual pattern. Though she’d abruptly struck it rich like a nouveau riche, Ji Eun immersed herself fully in the role of an elegant chaebol matriarch—as if she’d been born into it. Her acting skills were top-tier. To the outside world, she appeared as the magnanimous mistress raising her husband’s non-blood-related daughter and even caring for his ex-wife’s mother. In reality, she was nothing more than a low-grade, third-rate actress.
And now, once again, Ji Eun had cast Tae Eun as material for her latest performance.
Tae Eun clenched her teeth.
She’d foolishly assumed this blind date served only as a lifeline for Min Kyung Hoon’s political ambitions—and despite everything she’d endured from Ji Eun, she’d fallen for it again.
Staggering, Tae Eun turned away from the corridor connecting to the kitchen and returned to the living room. There, Yang Joo, who’d been helping with housework, spotted her and exclaimed in surprise:
“Oh my—when did you get back? Madame was just waiting for you.”
At Yang Joo’s voice, Ji Eun and Ji Hoon emerged from the kitchen to see her. And so, right on cue, the curtain rose on the script Ji Eun had prepared.
“What? You’re already back? What time is it? Did you wrap up your blind date as quickly as roasting beans in a lightning flash?”
“Hmm. Got rejected, huh? No need to see it to know the outcome. Men don’t waste time or money on women they dislike.”
“Really? Well then—sit down first.”
Ji Eun gestured toward the sofa with her chin. Tae Eun’s legs, already trembling, finally gave in, and she sat in silence.
“Tell me yourself—how did it go? Did you get an ‘after’ invitation? What did Seo Woo Jin say?”
At Ji Eun’s question, Tae Eun tightly clenched the hands resting on her lap.
What should she answer?
In truth, until the very moment she left the restaurant, the man’s resolve to marry her hadn’t wavered. She simply hadn’t responded and walked away—because he was a man she couldn’t possibly handle.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Were you really rejected?”
“Of course she was, Mom! Why keep asking? It’s obvious just by looking!”
“Are you insane? Didn’t you hear me say not to crawl back home unless you secured an ‘after’ invitation? Rejected, and yet you dare show your face here? Oh my—my chest is burning!”
Ji Eun’s performance began in earnest, dramatically clutching her chest.
Words piled up inside Tae Eun, pressing against her throat—but she remained silent. Past experience had taught her that provoking Ji Eun in such moments only made things explode further.
“This—this… insane girl! Can’t even spoon-feed herself from a fully set table! What’s wrong with you?! Get out—right now!”
Ji Eun unleashed a theatrical, hysterical outburst—until the doorbell rang. Yang Joo hurried out, glanced at the tense living room atmosphere, and opened the front door.
“Madam, we have a guest.”
They naturally assumed it was Min Kyung Hoon—but it wasn’t.
“A guest? What guest? No one was expected…”
“Good evening. I’m Director Park Jae Hoon, accompanying Executive Director Seo Woo Jin of Jangwon Group. I apologize for this late visit, but my Executive Director insisted on delivering something important to Ms. Min Tae Eun—so I’ve taken the liberty of coming in person.”
Ji Eun’s eyebrows, previously raised in shock, instantly snapped back into place. Tae Eun, too, was equally stunned.
Why on earth had that man come here?
“You’re… from Jangwon?”
Quickly composing herself, Ji Eun rushed to the entrance. Gone was the venomous expression she’d just aimed at Tae Eun; now fully embodying the perfect mistress, she offered Director Park the kindest, most benevolent smile imaginable.
“Could… could our Tae Eun have somehow offended Executive Director Seo?”
“No, not at all. He was merely concerned—she apparently felt unwell and couldn’t eat, so she left straightaway. This is abalone porridge, specially prepared by our head chef at Jangwon Hotel. He insisted she eat it before sleeping.”
“Oh my—such a thoughtful gesture…”
Stunned, Ji Eun stammered, unable to continue.
“And since it felt inappropriate to arrive empty-handed, these are for the rest of the family.”
Director Park brought in a large gift package prepared outside—luxurious fruit baskets, premium-grade ribs, fine wine, and even a rare set of wild ginseng.
Ji Eun’s mouth hung open in disbelief. She glanced at Tae Eun as if asking, *What is happening?*—but Tae Eun had no answer either. She, too, had never imagined such a scene.
“Oh—and he specifically asked that these flowers be handed directly to Ms. Min Tae Eun.”
At Director Park’s words, Ji Eun signaled to Tae Eun, who stood at a distance. Only after Tae Eun approached and accepted the bouquet did Director Park grin, satisfied—his task complete.
“Well then—have a pleasant evening.”
Director Park departed. Yet the space he’d just occupied crackled with near-explosive excitement.
Ji Eun, who moments before had been furious enough to devour Tae Eun, now glowed with exhilaration. Ji Hoon beside her was equally beside himself.
“What?! Whoa! Whoa! Did Min Tae Eun pull this off?!”
“No—it’s not like that…”
She had to explain. The moment their expectations and inflated hopes deflated, the aftermath would fall squarely on her shoulders.
But before she could finish, Ji Hoon spotted a small card tucked among the flowers and pulled it out.
“Whoa! Amazing! Mom—Min Tae Eun got *proposed to*! A proposal!”
“Oh my! Really? Truly?”
Stunned, Tae Eun snatched the card from Ji Hoon’s hand and read it.
Bold handwriting—clearly penned by a man—pierced into her vision like a sharp awl:
—Since I still haven’t heard your answer yet… You *will* marry me, won’t you?
There was no room for doubt. It was an unmistakable proposal.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Every time Seo Woo spoke, the lips painted the same color as hers felt strangely
The alleged mistress is showing more courage than the legitimate wife!
“You’re pathetic.”
She is pathetic and you are pathetic too dragging your innocent wife in your messy life
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He couldn’t provide her the sense of security she needed all the time
Yes get way from this annoying man..he is only good at making excuses
Just leave her alone you jerk !!..she is exhausted 😔