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For a moment, Kwon Seungcheol noticed a slight distortion in Sunwoo’s forehead. Even the fingers, leisurely flipping through the pages, came to a halt.
You must be dying to know how I found out, right?
Seungcheol, on the verge of bursting into laughter, covered his mouth, sweeping the corner of his mouth with his palm.
“I happened to find out, too.”
I have broad connections, you know. Seungcheol chuckled, patting his shirt pocket sideways.
“But do you know who the kidnapper is? Well, since he turned himself in, you probably know who it is, don’t you?”
Then he took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. As he chewed the filter finely, the pronunciation became muffled.
“I know who that kidnapper is, too.”
Seungcheol occasionally glanced at Sunwoo’s expression.
If Jieun knew, she would have separated from Yoon Sunwoo long ago. It’s certain that she doesn’t know if Yoon Sunwoo doesn’t.
What about Yoon Sunwoo?
He thought on one hand. Perhaps he knew but was keeping it a secret, such a suspicion.
“You know that person very well.”
He still gazed at the shelves, seeming uninterested, as if looking down on something very trivial.
As if not wanting to hear or not curious at all.
The conversation doesn’t seem interesting yet. Then, let’s make it interesting.
“Ji Taekwang, your father-in-law.”
With Seungcheol’s words, the pen that had been wedged between his index and middle fingers fell onto the desk. The pen, which had been rolling continuously, dropped to the floor.
Seungcheol, who was about to take out a lighter from his back pocket to light a cigarette, stopped and suppressed the laughter he had held back.
Yoon Sunwoo, you really didn’t know? How pitiful.
“Heh. Did I surprise you? I almost doubted it, but you really didn’t know. Well, you probably didn’t know, so you got married. You too, you seem to have a pretty tough life, Yoon Sunwoo.”
Not knowing that his father-in-law is the kidnapper. Blurredly uttering words, he stuck the cigarette he had been holding behind his ear.
“So, what if Jieun finds out about this? What do you think will happen?”
Seungcheol, leaning lazily on the sofa, observed Yoon Sunwoo’s expression with narrowed eyes.
“In my opinion, Jieun won’t be able to stay by your side for long.”
“….”
“She’s not the type to live while causing harm to others. Should I say she fell for that kindness, or should I say it’s frustrating.”
There still wasn’t much change in his expression, so the amusement diminished a bit.
“Last winter… I went to Jieun’s workplace that day, and I turned that company upside down. If she had waited for 20 years, she should have thought about repaying it quickly. I was a bit excited back then because my patience had reached its limit. If I had known I would be cut from the company because of that, I would have endured a little longer. At those quietly spoken words, Yoon Sunwoo’s gaze finally began to shake.
As the arrogant and arrogant gaze began to respond, it seemed as if adrenaline was being secreted.
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How does it feel, a guy like you collapsing in front of me?
I was really curious about that.
“Even in that situation, he told me not to go to his mom’s store, saying he’d handle it himself. But he still got hurt. How about that? In my opinion, it’s not much different.”
You’re so indifferent. It hasn’t been long since you got married. You guys are really unfortunate, really. Kwon Seungcheol laughed mockingly, put the cigarette he had stuck behind his ear back into his mouth.
“You must be dying to shut me up, right? Look, I might feel generous.”
10 billion won is pocket change for you. I’ll just take that and leave. You guys, live happily ever after. I won’t interfere.
Blabbering on, Seungcheol was about to relight the cigarette he was holding when Sunwoo interrupted.
“Are you done talking?”
Seungcheol narrowed his eyes, turning his head towards the desk where Sunwoo was sitting.
“… What?”
Seungcheol’s trembling gaze shifted towards Sunwoo. Nevertheless, Sunwoo remained fixed on a book held in one hand, casually flipping through the pages.
“I heard your nonsense loud and clear.”
“This bastard.”
A voice devoid of emotion. A very calm voice.
“Leave quietly. If you don’t want to be dragged out.”
“No, aren’t you bothered by this at all? The one who kidnapped you is your father-in-law, and he said he’ll shut up for 10 billion!”
While Seungcheol glared at Sunwoo, who wouldn’t move in the direction he intended, he continued to protest with an annoyed expression.
“Say that kind of thing to me again.”
Thud. With the sound of a thick book cover closing, Sunwoo stood up.
“On the day you go to see Eunjae again.”
“…….”
Along with his long body, Seungcheol’s gaze also rose to meet Sunwoo’s.
“You and me, going to hell.”
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
