Seongjun sighed as he stepped into the elevator. Initially, he had decided to ignore his wife’s messages, unsure of what she might be thinking. However, the last words about waiting lingered in his mind, and, somehow, he found himself sending a message saying he would arrive by 7 PM.
As a result, Seongjun had to reschedule an important appointment with a crucial client scheduled for dinner that evening to the following week. Adjusting his distorted schedule, he became engulfed in self-reproach for his irrational decision. It was vexing.
‘What am I doing right now? At such a crucial time…’
Stepping out of the elevator and facing the entrance door, Seongjun furrowed his brows for a moment. He couldn’t help but think that if he saw his wife spouting nonsense again, like meeting another woman or writing up a contract allowing it, he might genuinely get angry this time.
Before Seongjun could open the door, it swung open abruptly. The face that had occupied his mind a short while ago came into view.
“Mr. Seongjun?”
Was she about to leave? Seoyeon, who spotted Seongjun, looked surprised. However, it was momentary. A smile immediately spread across her face as if she had just seen the face of the person she had been eagerly waiting for.
“Welcome. You worked hard today. Did the traffic jam? You came faster than I expected?”
“……. ”
It was the first time since their marriage that Seoyeon welcomed him at the door. Seongjun, without even thinking about responding, stared at Seoyeon, piercing through her face.
He didn’t think of himself as someone who easily felt loneliness, but upon hearing his wife’s words of appreciation, he felt strangely uncomfortable.
Is it this nice to have my wife greet me at the door?
‘Why doesn’t she come in? Why does she just stare like that?’
Without considering coming inside, Seoyeon, standing straight at the entrance, began to feel increasingly uneasy about Seongjun’s gaze, which seemed to pierce through her. To be precise, it wasn’t uncomfortable but rather the feeling became restless as time passed.
Due to his tall stature and build, just looking down from above, Seoyeon often felt overwhelmed by her husband. Whether in the past or now, he was someone who could induce tension with his mere presence.
Pull yourself together, please. You’re just a man who has blown his own horn thinking you’re so great. Don’t waver again.
Seoyeon muttered to herself in her mind, trying to regain composure.
At least for this lifetime, she didn’t want to harbor futile emotions or expectations for him.
‘I only think about the child.’
With her thoughts organized, Seoyeon turned her direction, signaling him to come inside.
“Is it still early for dinner?”
Upon seeing this, Seongjun stopped observing Seoyeon and shifted his steps.
It seemed like he made the right decision to endure Hwayoung’s opposition and leave the gathering early. He was glad to smoothly finish the dinner preparations he had promised to Seoyeon without delay.
Seoyeon had set up the steak to be grilled medium-rare, just the way her husband liked it, and she had also chosen a wine that wasn’t too sweet according to her husband’s taste, preparing everything in advance.
Seongjun looked around the living room and asked, “Did madam tell you to leave work early again?”
Seoyeon, feeling somewhat proud when Seongjun happened to ask about the madam, didn’t miss the chance to boast as she replied, “Yes. I told her to leave work early today too. Did you see the message earlier? I’m making dinner tonight. I prepared dinner with the steak you like.”
She hoped he would appreciate it.
However, contrary to Seoyeon’s expectations, as soon as she finished speaking, Seongjun frowned as if dissatisfied.
“Unnecessarily…”
“Yes?”
Seoyeon, who had been watching Seongjun for a moment, shifted her steps.
“No.”
No? After making it so clear that he was dissatisfied, he just says no with a single word? After going through the trouble of preparing dinner and waiting so long, what exactly is the complaint?
While glaring at Seongjun as if resenting, Seoyeon managed to lift the corners of her mouth and asked, “If possible, I’d like you to eat right away instead of washing up later. What do you think? I thought it might lose its taste if it gets cold.”
Upon hearing this, Seongjun moved towards the dining room.
Seoyeon, sitting on the opposite side of Seongjun, invited him to the meal, “Are you hungry? Let’s eat.”
Upon hearing this, Seongjun quietly began cutting the steak. He had always felt it before, but his husband was undeniably a straight and upright man, from the way he spoke to how he sat.
People from Hangukga received special education from a young age, from how to speak to how to sit. The rumors seemed to be true; it was truly a perfect posture.
Whether it was earlier when he swore not to waver in front of his husband or now, Seoyeon couldn’t help but notice his trivial actions and found herself concentrating on them unknowingly.
“How does it taste?”
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
