「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Haein, a selfish and spoiled rich girl, fakes a marriage with a man her father would never aprove of to ruin his remarriage plans, only to find her revenge plot backfiring in unexpected ways. 」
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Soomin positioned the newlyweds squarely in front of her, her piercing gaze scrutinizing their every word. After a relentless barrage of questions, she finally seemed satisfied with their responses.
"And that girl who put them in jail," she seethed, "I hope she stubs her toes and grows nails from her tongue so she can't speak."
Haein's eyes widened in shock; they were unwittingly wishing harm upon her, unaware that she was the one responsible for putting her dear husband in jail. Grandma chimed in with her own scathing remarks, calling the unknown girl "impolite" and adding more insults.
Haein let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the weight of their expectations bearing down on her. Surely, they anticipated her to retaliate with equal ferocity.
Jake, watching the scene unfold, found amusement in his wife's predicament, curious to see how she would respond. "Uh... what an impolite girl," Haein managed to say cautiously, earning a skeptical glance from Soomin.
Feeling the pressure mounting, Haein swallowed nervously before continuing, "I hope she gives birth to a centipede and spends her life making shoes for it."
The two women exchanged satisfied looks, seemingly appeased by Haein's unexpected retort. Jake couldn't help but smile and shake his head, finding humor in his wife's clever deflection amidst the tension.
Seojun glanced at the clock and rose from his seat, addressing his daughter with a suggestion. "The sun is about to set. Why don't you go buy the gift and bring Haein with you?"
Both girls shot him a glare at the suggestion, but Haein sighed reluctantly, offering a fake smile as she followed Soomin out. Soomin, clearly in no mood to wait, strode ahead briskly, leaving Haein struggling to keep pace.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets as they navigated through the neighborhood. Haein glanced around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of the area, now bustling with evening activity. The air was filled with the aroma of street food vendors, and the distant hum of traffic created a backdrop to their hurried footsteps
Despite Soomin's brisk pace, Haein continued to engage her in conversation, hoping to glean some information about their destination but Soomin remained tight-lipped.
Undeterred, Haein continued to press until she finally relented with a curt reply, "To a shop, of course."
She couldn't help but giggle at Soomin's brusqueness, quipping, "Like a bull in a china shop."
Soomin halted abruptly, fixing Haein with an incredulous stare.
