The Heiress in Blue (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
After washing up, Yeoreum headed toward the living room.
Because the boiler had broken down, only cold water had poured out, so she’d barely managed to wash her face.
The one silver lining was that the bag given to her by Chief Secretary Ahn contained not only fresh clothes but also underwear.
After getting some sleep, she was starving.
She suddenly remembered she’d gone without food all day yesterday.
Seemingly drawn by the delicious aroma, she instinctively walked toward its source.
“Huh?”
A large dining table.
At the head of the table sat Ju Hwa, and as usual, Gi Taek’s family members were gathered around.
Behind them stood not only the butler but also Team Leader Pyo and some staff members she’d bumped into just earlier.
The room contained only elegant furniture and the dining table.
Apparently, this was the dining room.
They were seated around the grand, beautiful table, having breakfast with refined expressions.
Just then, Ju Hwa’s icy gaze turned toward Yeoreum.
Inside, Yeoreum wanted to let loose a string of curses—but this was her domain.
‘I’ll hand you a rice cake, you hateful old hag. Seriously.’
Yeoreum put on an iron mask of a smile.
She then loudly declared,
“Good morning! Slept well?”
At the ringing volume of her voice, Ju Hwa’s brow twitched slightly into a frown.
Gi Taek’s family members at the table also scrunched up their faces.
“Wow, the menu looks amazing! It really smells delicious.”
There was an empty chair at the table.
As Yeoreum moved to sit down beside it, Ju Hwa spoke.
“Your house, I mean.”
Yeoreum froze mid-motion, pulling the chair.
She turned to look at the woman seated ahead of her.
“I ordered it cleaned up.”
“…What?”
“Your parents will be away for quite some time, and you won’t need to go down there. So I’ve instructed it to be cleared out. That’s how you should understand it.”
“On whose authority!”
Yeoreum snapped, her temper flaring.
‘There’s no way I can ever give this old hag an easy pass!’
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on our house! Understood?”
“What, a finger?”
Ju Hwa’s voice rose slightly.
Gi Taek’s family members quietly set down their spoons.
But amusement flickered across their faces, as if they found the scene quite entertaining.
Though clearly visible to Yeoreum, she was too busy responding to Ju Hwa’s words to care.
“Yes, a finger! Don’t even drool over our house!”
“Are you seriously calling it ‘drool’? Do I look like someone who’d covet that shabby little hut?”
“Then why are you meddling in someone else’s home?”
Despite Ju Hwa’s incredulous expression, Yeoreum refused to back down.
“That’s our house! My mom and dad worked blood and sweat to build it! Not a single won of your Chairwoman’s money went into it! So keep your hands off!”
Ju Hwa’s expression instantly turned frigid.
She said,
“Even if offered that shack, I’d refuse it. Better to just burn the whole thing down.”
“What did you say?”
“If I tried to do you a favor by cleaning it up and you don’t want it, fine. I get it. Go ahead and do as you please.”
Ju Hwa stood up, setting her spoon down as if her appetite had vanished.
As soon as she left the dining room, Jeong Mi spoke up.
“How dare you talk back so boldly when the Chairwoman is speaking? People like you, raised without proper upbringing, always show it. And just so you know—there’s no seat for you here. From now on, you’ll eat with the maids. Understood?”
Team Leader Pyo shot her a mocking glance.
Fuming, Yeoreum walked out.
“Hey, look at me.”
Ha Eun had followed Yeoreum out.
“Come with me.”
Without even replying, Ha Eun strode ahead first.
Yeoreum followed, intending to hear what she had to say.
They arrived at a room filled with countless books.
The library resembled an actual library.
Ha Eun turned around after walking deeper inside and said,
“Delete that video right now. And post a clarification saying it was a staged act you made up yourself.”
“Why should I?”
Ha Eun gave her a contemptuous look.
“You seriously just asked why?”
“Yeah.”
Ha Eun ran a hand through her hair in exasperation.
“Don’t you understand the situation you’re in?”
“No, I understand it perfectly! You’re asking me to lie! Why on earth would I do that?”
“You really can’t tell your head from your heels. Hey, you’re going to live in this house for the next twenty years. Do you honestly think you’ll get away with offending me?”
“Yeah. I think I will.”
At Yeoreum’s reply, Ha Eun’s temper exploded.
“You still don’t know your place at all! As of yesterday, you’re this house’s maid! I’m the young lady you’re supposed to serve! And yet you dare talk back to me? Take my advice while it’s still kind. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it!”
Watching Ha Eun’s flustered state, Yeoreum said,
“I’d love to see that ‘regret’ of yours.”
“What?”
“But you’d better do it well. Otherwise, Kang Ha Eun, you’ll get crushed by me again.”
“What—what did you say?”
Yeoreum took a step forward.
Suddenly reaching out, Ha Eun flinched and hastily stepped back.
Yeoreum chuckled softly and said,
“The fact you snuck all the way here just to quietly yell at me means you’re probably in real trouble if that story leaks, huh?”
“Who—Who are you talking about? You’re the one who should know you’re practically dead already!”
“I’ll handle my own problems, so don’t worry about it. And now, if you don’t mind, I’ll take my leave. I’ve been hungry since yesterday.”
“…Hey!”
Just then, the library door opened.
Jeong Mi walked in.
“What are you two doing in here?”
“Nothing at all.”
Yeoreum gave a bright smile and walked out.
“What’s going on? What happened?”
Jeong Mi approached Ha Eun and asked.
“It’s nothing important. The kid’s just terribly ill-mannered, so I scolded her a bit.”
Under Jeong Mi’s suspicious gaze, Ha Eun insisted again, raising her voice,
“Really, it’s true.”
*
“Why are you staring like that? This will be Jeong Yeoreum’s seat from now on.”
A woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties spoke to Yeoreum with a smug, mocking expression.
More than ten staff members were already eating at the long wooden table in the kitchen.
Yet Yeoreum’s seat was a plastic table tacked on at the very end.
“Remember this spot well—it’s yours from now on.”
Now that she thought about it, this woman had been glued to Team Leader Pyo’s side from yesterday until just moments ago.
“Aren’t you going to sit? Do you plan to eat standing up?”
The more she pressed, the wider Team Leader Pyo’s satisfied smile grew.
Yeoreum said,
“No, I’ll sit, of course.”
“Be punctual for meal times. Otherwise, you’ll go hungry.”
The woman slammed a metal tray down with a loud “thud.”
The impact caused the soup to splash and the side dishes to scatter messily.
Her “meal” consisted of only rice, soup, kimchi, and a single vegetable side dish.
In contrast, the staff used proper bowls, and their side dishes looked abundant and neatly arranged.
Having seemingly finished her task, the woman turned to return to her seat.
“Hey.”
At Yeoreum’s call, she turned back.
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know?”
She still wore that arrogant look, eyes cast downward.
“Why? Well, we’ll be bumping into each other every day, so I ought to know your name at least. Or should I just call you ‘hey, you’ or ‘you-know-who’?”
“What—what did you say?”
To the flabbergasted woman, Yeoreum smiled sweetly and repeated,
“So I really need to know your name. What is it?”
Though clearly displeased, the woman answered,
“Choi Hye Suk.”
“Oh, I see.”
Yeoreum fished a small notebook and pen from her pocket and wrote down the name.
Then she stood up and approached the staff seated at the table.
“What’s your name?”
Glancing warily at Team Leader Pyo, they cautiously gave their names one by one.
Finally, Yeoreum approached Team Leader Pyo, seated at the head of the table.
“What’s your name?”
“Just call me Team Leader Pyo.”
Yeoreum said,
“You must be quite hard of hearing.”
“What did you say?”
Yeoreum slammed both hands on the table with a loud “bang!”
The candelabra decoration in front toppled over and plopped straight into Pyo’s soup bowl.
Leaning toward Pyo’s stunned face, Yeoreum shouted,
“I just asked for your name! Don’t tell me you didn’t hear me?”
The staff collectively stared at Yeoreum in shock.
Team Leader Pyo looked beyond flabbergasted—her irritation was boiling over—but she suppressed it and answered tightly,
“Pyo Jeong Ran.”
“Oh, I see. Pyo Jeong Ran. Guess I thought your ears were just bad.”
Muttering to herself, Yeoreum jotted down the name in her notebook.
Then, noticing the soup now ruined by the fallen decoration, she cried out dramatically,
“Oh dear, this is a mess! I’ll quickly get you a fresh bowl.”
Yeoreum swiftly swapped Pyo’s rice and soup bowls with her own tray.
The staff watched the two without even breathing.
To Pyo’s murderous glare, Yeoreum grinned cheerfully and said,
“Pyo Jeong Ran, this is fresh—just brought out. I haven’t even touched it. Got it? Enjoy your meal! Oh, and I should eat too now.”
Yeoreum lifted the rice pot lid herself, piling her bowl high with rice and filling a large bowl with soup.
She even brought over a chair and placed it right beside Team Leader Pyo.
“No point wasting these lovely side dishes by leaving them scattered around. Might as well eat what’s here.”
Without hesitation, Yeoreum scooped up the neatest, most beautifully arranged side dishes from in front of Pyo Jeong Ran and began eating heartily.
“Ah, delicious! After starving since yesterday, this tastes like heaven!”
With her mouth full, Yeoreum beamed with joy.
“But Pyo Jeong Ran, aren’t you going to eat?”
Team Leader Pyo set her spoon down with a “clack” and stood up.
“Guess I lost my appetite after seeing something so unlucky.”
“What a shame. Everyone knows you live on good meals.”
Unfazed by Pyo’s angry expression, Yeoreum eagerly shoveled more rice into her mouth.
“But Jeong Yeoreum.”
“Yes?”
“Now that you’ve eaten the house’s food, you’ll need to earn your keep, won’t you?”
“Of course.”
At that reply, Team Leader Pyo gave a sweet smile and said,
“Nothing too hard—just do the dishes.”
When Yeoreum hesitated and stared at her, Pyo added with a sharp grin,
“All of these—and those over there too. Do it alone. And wash them by hand—no dishwasher.”
There were already over ten people seated at the table, and the sink was piled high with dishes from the dining room like a mountain.
“That’s our culinary team’s job. It’s not something a young lady should do.”
The quiet voice belonged to a middle-aged man who had been sitting silently.
Team Leader Pyo turned to him and snapped,
“Chief Cook Baek, watch your words. Jeong Yeoreum is merely Kim Se Jin’s daughter—she’s not a young lady of this household. And don’t you dare contradict me again. Don’t overstep your position.”
The two men in white coats exchanged displeased glances.
Then a cheerful voice answered,
“Sure thing. What’s so hard about washing dishes anyway?”
Even the kitchen staff looked surprised.
Yeoreum lifted the soup bowl and drank straight from it, then let out an appreciative “Ahh!”
She then turned to the man and asked,
“Are you the chief cook?”
“Oh, yes.”
He replied quickly.
Yeoreum clapped her hands and stood up.
“The side dishes are absolutely amazing! And this soup—oh, this soup is genuinely refreshing. This is honestly the best yellow corvina soup I’ve ever tasted. I’m impressed!”
Yeoreum even gave him two enthusiastic thumbs-up, causing a smile to bloom on his face.
But under Team Leader Pyo’s sharp glare, he quickly closed his mouth again.
“I’ll do the dishes. Is that fine?”
Yeoreum stepped forward and asked Team Leader Pyo directly.
“Are you serious?”
“Of course. Besides, I’ve eaten my fill—might as well move around a bit and get some work done.”
Walking over to the sink, Yeoreum pulled out her phone and played music.
It was an upbeat dance track.
She snapped on rubber gloves, swaying her body to the beat.
Her movements—pouring detergent, sorting dishes—looked practiced and smooth.
One corner of Team Leader Pyo’s mouth curled upward, as if she’d already won.
Just as she turned to leave with a satisfied expression, she caught sight of Yeoreum holding a golden-rimmed rice bowl.
It was Ju Hwa’s personal bowl.
A limited-edition piece reserved exclusively for the British royal family.
One of Ju Hwa’s most treasured tableware items.
And now it was gripped in Yeoreum’s detergent-covered rubber glove.
A bad feeling surged through Team Leader Pyo, and she cried out,
“No!”
But the ceramic bowl slipped from Yeoreum’s hand and plummeted straight onto the marble floor.
“Oh dear, it slipped!”
Yeoreum smirked and picked up another bowl.
This one was Ju Hwa’s personal soup bowl—a piece of art in itself.
It, too, crashed cruelly onto the floor and shattered into two pieces.
“Oops, slipped again!”
Team Leader Pyo turned pale as a sheet.
The staff stood speechless, mouths agape.
Dancing to the music, Yeoreum began gleefully smashing every dish onto the floor, laughing all the while.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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