Arrange Marriage

CHAP 27

The Jeon family’s annual gathering was always a grand event. Held at their sprawling estate, the gathering brought together high-profile business tycoons, underworld power players, and influential figures from all over. It was an event that radiated wealth, authority, and prestige.

This year, however, it was different.

For Wonwoo, it wasn’t just another event to navigate through with an icy demeanor. This time, he had something – someone – worth more than all the power in the room: his husband, Mingyu, who was carrying their child.

As they prepared to leave for the gathering, Mingyu fussed over his outfit in the mirror. He was dressed in a tailored dark emerald suit that perfectly complemented his glowing skin. The fabric draped gently over his rounded belly, and the soft shimmer of the material made him look like he’d stepped out of a dream.

“Are you sure I look okay?” Mingyu asked, turning to Wonwoo with a worried pout. “I feel like I look... big.”

Wonwoo stepped forward, cupping Mingyu’s face in his hands. His dark eyes softened as they took in his husband’s beauty. “You look perfect,” he said sincerely. “The most beautiful person in the room tonight. No one will even dare to look at anything else.”

Mingyu’s pout turned into a small, bashful smile. “You’re biased.”

“And I’m right,” Wonwoo replied, pressing a soft kiss to Mingyu’s forehead.

When they arrived at the Jeon estate, the atmosphere was already buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses. Guests milled about in their finest attire, exuding wealth and danger in equal measure.

But the moment Wonwoo and Mingyu walked in hand in hand, the entire room seemed to pause.

All eyes turned to them.

Mingyu, glowing with pregnancy and dressed in his stunning suit, looked ethereal. The soft smile on his lips as he greeted familiar faces only added to his charm. Meanwhile, Wonwoo stood by his side like a shadow, his sharp gaze silently warning everyone to keep their admiration respectful.

The murmurs started almost immediately.

“Look at him—he’s radiant.”
“Can you believe Jeon Wonwoo actually married someone like that?”
“They’re such a striking couple.”

Mingyu, ever the social butterfly, took it all in stride. He moved gracefully through the crowd, greeting acquaintances and introducing himself to those he hadn’t met before. His easy laughter and warm demeanor lit up the room, drawing people to him like moths to a flame.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, was anything but amused.

He stood close to Mingyu, his hand never leaving the small of his husband’s back. His jaw tightened every time someone leaned in too closely or lingered in conversation just a little too long.

At one point, a foreign mafia boss, renowned for his charm, approached Mingyu with a grin. “You must be Mingyu,” he said smoothly, taking Mingyu’s hand to kiss it lightly. “Wonwoo’s very lucky to have you.”

Mingyu chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

Wonwoo, however, had heard enough. He stepped in, his hand curling possessively around Mingyu’s waist as he fixed the man with a cold, unyielding glare. “And I’d appreciate it if you kept that in mind,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.