“Yes.”
“No one in this house does as I wish. How can I trust anyone? Right?”
As these were rhetorical questions, Ki Joo remained silent. Chairman Song Myung-hwan coldly eyed Haman-daek, who was shaking in fear.
“From now on, don’t involve yourself in the household affairs.”
With those words, the chairman turned and walked away. Haman-daek didn’t dare to cling or protest, simply bowing her head quietly.
Ki Joo silently followed the chairman. Despite the irritating incident, the chairman had refrained from demolishing the greenhouse, likely due to Song Eun Chae’s utility. Until she successfully entered Han Seung Yoon’s family registry, the chairman’s volatile temper remained unchecked.
Unable to contain his anger, upon entering his study, the chairman swung open the window. The deep wrinkles on his forehead showed no sign of smoothing. Flipping off his wristwatch onto the desk with a loud clatter was the most he could express his rage.
“Report.”
As Chairman Song sat down, Ki Joo started by reporting on the preparation of the district mayor’s speech and mentioned an upcoming meeting, suggesting the chairman clear his schedule. The chairman acknowledged this with a nod and quenched his thirst with water. Setting down his cup, he ordered,
“Send a box of drinks to Han.”
“Right away.”
The box of drinks was a euphemism. Cleaned-up blind money, one hundred million won, would replace the drinks in the box, to be used as campaign funds for Han Ji-chang.
The chairman looked satisfied at Ki Joo, who responded crisply without any unnecessary words.
“Keeping up his image, Han can’t expand his business much. I should take care of him, so he doesn’t feel slighted.”
Ki Joo stood up.
The end of this distasteful game was near. Until then, let him enjoy to his heart’s content.
He adjusted his clothes and smirked slightly.
Eun Chae had lived a life of isolation. Rarely did people deeply enter her limited circle of relationships. There seemed no advantage to such a life, except perhaps her intuition.
The few people she had allowed into her uninteresting life had all left her side. Learning from her experiences with her mother and Kwon Ki Joo, Eun Chae didn’t bother to inquire about Haman-daek’s absence during breakfast.
Chairman Song Myung-hwan’s face was more swollen than the day before. Watching him gulp down the kimchi brine, Eun Chae lost her appetite. After stirring her saltier-than-usual food a few times, she put down her chopsticks and stood up. The chairman rinsed his mouth with the kimchi brine and remarked discontentedly,
“Overfed and still shitting in the chamber pot.”
Eun Chae looked at him, and the chairman leaned back leisurely, meeting her gaze.
“Why leave a prepared meal untouched?”
“…….”
“Always fainting at the drop of a hat. Taking care of yourself is also a skill.”
“People these days call that ‘old-fashioned.'”
“What?”
As Chairman Song scowled, Eun Chae lightly laughed as if joking.
“Just saying.”
Faced with her composure, the chairman couldn’t immediately react with anger. Eun Chae, about to leave the dining room, suddenly turned as if remembering something.
“The saltiness is strong. Did you forget Dr. Jang’s advice to eat blandly?”
After her subtle jab, Eun Chae left the dining room. She passed through the silent corridor, went upstairs, and returned to her room.
Dealing with unpleasant people was always exhausting, a routine that hadn’t changed for years.
Eun Chae pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She did this habitually, even though she knew it wouldn’t alleviate the pain.
Most would say to take medicine when in pain, but for her, except for sleeping pills, medicine was an aversion. Her mother, who had been ill for a long time, depended on medicine until her last moments. Despite taking medication, her condition worsened instead of improving.
It was just a suspicion without evidence, but she couldn’t shake off the unease. That was why she distrusted medicine.
Eun Chae’s gaze inadvertently fell on a box on her dressing table. Approaching, she opened the box and let out a short sigh.
It was a ring, as she had suspected.
The ring, thin around the finger with a small diamond at its center, was wrapped with petal-shaped decorations. Although the design suited her taste, Eun Chae was perplexed.
Han Seung Yoon, the obtuse man, had unexpectedly figured out her preference.
Intimidatingly.
Staring at the ring as if it was undesirable, Eun Chae abruptly closed the box with a snap. Whether it was two or three rings, she wasn’t pleased. She shoved the box back into a corner of the desk and prepared to go out.
Not usually interested in dressing up, Eun Chae, who typically took only ten minutes, uncharacteristically lingered in front of the mirror.
After returning from the short trip, Kwon Ki Joo ignored her, or rather, acted as if nothing had happened.
Was it consideration?
Or fickleness?
It didn’t matter anymore. She was beyond being swayed by such things.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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