Dimly lit alley.
Although it was early morning, most of the shops were closed because it was a place open for business at night.
Heavy rain poured over a black umbrella, and thick cigarette smoke passed over the face of a man wearing a black umbrella.
“Youngest.”
He was Wonju Sung, one of Kwon Seung-chul’s henchmen.
At his call, a well-built man who had been avoiding the rain inside the building entrance came out without an umbrella and bowed his head in front of him.
The cigarette that fell from Wonju Sung’s hand to the ground was crushed shapelessly by his work boots.
“Yes, sir.”
“Is the boss out with you?”
The place where they stood was a place disguised as a regular store, but it was a place full of illegal gambling dens. Among them, Kwon Seung-chul was enjoying gambling in one of them. It had already been 10 hours.
The youngest’s face turned pale as if he had received a difficult order, but he quickly bowed his head again.
“Yes….”
Watching the youngest’s back entering the building entrance, Wonju Sung, who washed his shoes in a puddle where water was pooled, closed his umbrella and pressed his body against the shuttered storefront. Then he lit a new cigarette.
Between the dispersing smoke in the air, the day he first met Kwon Seung-chul was vividly drawn.
Kwon Seung-chul was the only person who had reached out to him when he grew up as an orphan with nothing.
Thinking of him as the benefactor who rescued him from daily abuse at the orphanage, he had been with him no matter what he did. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, he didn’t hesitate.
However, his beliefs had been shaking recently.
He had a family to take care of. Since his wife became pregnant, he seemed to be caught in thoughts he had never considered before.
A concern that parents might have once in a while.
The desire to raise a child more stably than now, the desire not to be an embarrassed dad to such a child.
Because he had learned stealing, and he had lived a passive life under him for a long time, the decision was not easy. Yet, there was no prospect of a clear future.
He emptied his mind and let go of Kwon Seung-chul’s hand. Although he received daily wages for manual labor, it was far from enough to support his pregnant wife. It was a life that wouldn’t get any better.
Wanting to start something new, he had to realize his position in the face of the wall of reality many times.
At that time, Kwon Seung-chul came to him.
Jieunjae has a debt of 200 million won ahead of him, and if he roughly adds interest to it, he could probably get about 300 million won.
He proposed a sweet deal to share the money equally if they succeed in getting that money.
At first, he seemed hesitant. Could he really get such an old debt?
As he learned more about the woman, hope turned into despair. She was a mother and daughter who barely made a living running a small tteokbokki restaurant in front of the school. It was impossible for such a mother and daughter to have that much money.
Every time, Kwon Seung-chul said, “Wait and see, trust my intuition.” He persuaded himself with cunning words.
Now, thinking that it’s too late to withdraw, he decided to trust him a little more.
However,
He really brought in that money.
He had known that his intuition was good for a long time, but he hadn’t known it would be to this extent, so his confidence in him grew as much as it could.
When the job was successfully completed, Joo Sung swelled with expectations.
He planned to go down to his hometown of Busan with his wife and the money. Although it was an outlying area, with that money, they could move to a more comfortable rented apartment, and he could even open a small store.
Thinking that he could freely buy strawberries that cost more than 10,000 won per pack, tears truly flowed from his eyes.
Then, he made another proposal. If he entrusted the money to him, he would double it, no, triple it.
Although he shouldn’t have believed it, people are truly cunning.
At first, he thought 100 million won would be enough. His trust in him reached its peak, so he foolishly entrusted him with the money.
It was a small amount, but it was his savings that he had diligently accumulated in a passbook in front of his child.
Losing 300 million won was really a momentary thing. To Kwon Seung-chul, who had already gone crazy with gambling, nothing seemed to be visible or audible.
Thick smoke mixed with sighs spewed out of his mouth without a break.
“I’m crazy, who can I blame?”
After finishing class and coming down the stairs, Eun-jae’s lips broke into a smile. Indeed, it was raining as he said.
Eun-jae, standing at the entrance, stretched out his hand. Cold raindrops fell on his palm. It smelled similar to the smell he had inhaled from the garden earlier this morning.
It was only a charm that he could enjoy when he was the only one at home. Strangely, it seemed like the rain was trying to get better.
Perhaps memories of another day came to mind on a rainy day.
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
