“But he seemed very shocked; maybe you should comfort him.”
Kwon Yongcheol snorted.
“As always, it’s Seunghyun or Seungju. That boy doesn’t even call you mother.”
Irritation rose in Kwon Yongcheol as he thought about the day’s events. The secretary had reported that Seungju, in front of doctors and nurses, shouted, “Why is this lady my mom!”
Jiyeonhwa tried to calm him,
“Don’t be so hard on him. Maybe he was yearning for his deceased mother because of the pain.”
“Who’s the mother? You are now!” Kwon Yongcheol retorted.
His eyes soon softened with sympathy.
“You’re no longer a hidden mistress. You’re the rightful lady of Daewon Group, and Seunghyun is rightfully my son. How long will you keep feeling inferior?”
Tears welled in Jiyeonhwa’s eyes.
“Honey…”
“You’re such a fool. Still crying over every little thing at your age.”
Though he spoke roughly, Kwon Yongcheol tenderly wrapped his arms around her, patting her shoulder.
“Sob…”
Jiyeonhwa burst into tears, seeming to release long-held back emotions.
Despite being a gentle woman, being publicly humiliated by the child of her husband’s ex-wife would naturally be hurtful. Her tears silently broke Kwon Yongcheol’s heart.
‘This kind and frail woman.’
A woman who bore my child at the tender age of twenty.
She had to live hidden, unable to hold her head high, for loving me.
Now, over a decade since she became the official wife, the world still points fingers at her as a mistress.
This only deepened Kwon Yongcheol’s affection for her.
Jiyeonhwa had moved into the house about a year after Seungju’s biological mother went missing. At that time, Seungju was in his second year of high school.
The foolishly kind woman cared more for Seungju, her husband’s son from a previous marriage, than her own biological son. She even personally prepared dinner boxes for him during his university entrance exams.
However, Seungju never paid her any attention, often ignoring her kind attempts to communicate.
[Kwon Seungju, what kind of behavior is this?] Kwon Yongcheol, unable to bear it anymore, was about to scold Seungju, but Jiyeonhwa desperately defended him.“He’s still a child. Imagine how hard it must be for him, losing his mother overnight.”
After graduating from college, Seungju joined the company and left home at the same time. Even now, living separately, Jiyeonhwa meticulously sent him side dishes and herbal tonics, knowing well that they would probably end up in the trash.
To embarrass such a stepmother in front of everyone, Kwon Yongcheol’s already strained feelings for his eldest son grew even more resentful.
“Sob, sob…!”
With each teardrop from his wife, Kwon Yongcheol’s heart drifted further away from his eldest son.
After a while, Kwon Yongcheol detached Jiyeonhwa from his embrace, looking into her face and wiping her tears.
“There, there, stop now. Your pretty face has gotten all messed up from crying, hasn’t it? The passing clowns might ask to be friends.”
Jiyeonhwa, with her eyes still red, let out a small laugh at Kwon Yongcheol’s joke.
“Oh no, don’t they say something grows somewhere if you laugh after crying?”
“You really!” Jiyeonhwa playfully punched him in the chest, to which Kwon Yongcheol pretended to die.
“Ouch, the clown is killing me!”
Kwon Yongcheol was approaching sixty next year, and Lady Jiyeonhwa had just entered her fifties. The two of them, forgetting their age, bickered like newlyweds, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Before they could respond, the door opened and the secretary hurried in, causing Kwon Yongcheol to frown.
“Why so impolite?”
“I’m sorry, Chairman. It’s just that…”
Hearing the secretary’s words, Kwon Yongcheol’s expression changed instantly.
“What? Seungju is missing?”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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