Yura and Lee Hyun returned home after flatly refusing Young-eun’s invitation to stay for dinner. On the way back, Yura didn’t say a word to Lee Hyun.
She didn’t want to engage in any conversation at the moment, only wanting to somehow restore her bruised pride and boiling anger, but she couldn’t think of a solution.
As the car entered the parking lot, Yura finally moved her tightly closed lips.
“I’m sorry, and thank you.”
Despite her hurt pride, anger, and feelings of inferiority, she knew she had to convey these feelings clearly. She was sorry for putting him through such an unpleasant situation and grateful for his unwavering support.
Unable to look at Lee Hyun, she fiddled with her nails while his large hand ruffled her hair.
“It’s what couples do.”
A lump seemed to form in her throat.
Only now did the reality of being married to this man feel tangible. Perhaps choosing him among many men was a stroke of luck for her.
Upon entering the house, Yura was suddenly overwhelmed with fatigue. Walking sluggishly to the kitchen, her shoulders slumped, Lee Hyun asked in a calm voice,
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“Have you eaten dinner?”
Yura glanced at the clock on the wall. It was well past dinner time. The quiet house indicated that the housekeeper had gone home, meaning she had to prepare dinner.
Preparing dinner was simpler than one might think. The fridge was always stocked with easy-to-prepare foods for late-night snacking.
The problem was her current state of mental exhaustion; she didn’t even want to lift a finger.
“Just something simple. What about you?”
“I had a light dinner too.”
Yura sighed in relief.
“Then, rest. I need to shower.”
She was about to turn towards the bedroom when Lee Hyun casually asked,
“Shall we shower together?”
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Yura glared at him with a scrunched face.
“I’m not in the mood for jokes.”
Lee Hyun simply nodded, saying nothing more.
Regardless, Yura left him behind and headed to the bedroom.
She felt disgusting, as if the repulsive meddling she heard at her parents’ house was clawing at her skin. It was a feeling she often had after seeing her father. A hot shower usually helped her feel somewhat refreshed.
She let her body relax under the slightly hot stream of water. It felt as though she was washing off labels like ‘a woman who should just do housework’ or ‘a woman who should bear children’. Yura thoroughly soaped up.
Defiant against the authoritarian Kang-soo, she had distanced herself more from household chores and disliked the idea of children.
She had been determined to live alone or as a DINK (Dual Income, No Kids) couple, focusing fiercely on her work.
If she had known her father would still be a hindrance, she would have left this damned Korea earlier. But what was the use of regretting now? She had already married in haste and was now bound to deal with her father’s demands.
After showering, Yura stared at her reflection in the mirror. Lee Hyun’s face flashed in her mind. Despite the situation, she found some comfort in having a husband who stood by her side.
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Her married friends often said that ‘husband’ is just a shortened form of ‘someone else’s side,’ but for now, she was relieved that he didn’t seem to be on someone else’s side.
With thoughts tangling like a knotted thread, Yura frowned and tried to shake them off. She put on a silk pajama and layered a robe over it.
Then, drying her still-damp hair with a towel, she opened the door to the bedroom. Just as she took a step, a dark shadow loomed, startling her.
“What, what are you doing there?”
“I was waiting for you.”
Lee Hyun, leaning against the door of the dressing room, seemed to have just showered too, his hair still slightly damp. Yura pressed her startled heart with her hand and looked away in annoyance.
Lee Hyun was also wearing a robe, slightly open at the front, revealing his firm chest.
He was a man with good looks, a great body, and a privileged background – a perfect package. His perfection was almost overwhelming. Maybe his personality was a bit lacking.
Trying to hide her flushed face, Yura passed him nonchalantly.
“Do you have something to say?”
“I have something I want to do.”
Adapted to Manhwa
As Lee Hyun grabbed Yura’s wrist, the distance that had been just a couple of steps apart instantly closed. Feeling his chest against her face again, her face heated up.
“Look, Baek Lee-hyun. Let’s be reasonable.”
“It’s the first time since we returned from our honeymoon.”
Yura let out a long sigh rising from her core. It had only been three days since they returned from their honeymoon. But Lee Hyun talked as if it had been months.
“It hasn’t been that long, tsk.”
“One day is too long for me.”
Yura chuckled at Lee Hyun’s absurd and ridiculous reasoning.
“We did it a lot on the trip.”
“So we’re only newlyweds on the trip and not here?”
Yura couldn’t even muster a hollow laugh at Lee Hyun’s increasingly absurd logic. Being a newlywed is not a title.
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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