The Man’S Perfect Wife Chapter 2 Part1 Mar 09, 2020
What was going on with him?
Yuan was walking along the corridor before she stopped.
She was filled with rage. She wanted to grab something and throw it across the room. However, she couldn’t do that. Her graceful, calm mask of an upper-class lady had cracked…
The sky shook with a rumble of thunder. The square window across the room reflected the yellow lights of the room. The raindrops were trickling down like a swarm of bugs. Yuan glanced up at the ceiling. A cleverly hidden camera was watching her. Countless cameras were watching Yuan’s every move in this place she called ‘home’.
The exited the corridor, leaving behind the crisp sound of her heels against the floor. Her calm, cold expression had returned. She had become so used to living her life while being watched that it had sunk into her bones. She walked with her usual stride and speed as she returned to her wing of the house.
‘Wing’ was an appropriate term for this situation. Including the basement, this house had five floors.
The lower floor was the garage. The first floor contained the reception rooms for guests. The second floor had the dining room and the study. The third floor was the small pool and private gym. The fourth floor was where the couples had their own private rooms for their personal use. The eastern wing belonged to Seo JoonHun, and the western wing was Yuan’s. It contained her sitting room, her studio, and her bedroom.
The house was so large that it was possible for them not to meet at all if they really wanted to. However, her wing also had cameras. She wasn’t sure if it was for security or for surveillance, but since someone was always watching her, she was never able to relax.
Yuan entered the western sitting room and let out a soft sigh. However, when she saw the woman waiting for her inside, her face instantly hardened. It was Secretary Yoon. No, that wasn’t quite right. More accurately, Secretary Yoon was her husband’s mistress.
“Did you have a good talk with the director?”
Ah, did she wait here all this time to hear this? How nice of her… Did she want to hear the news of their divorce before it was announced to everyone else? Oh dear, what should I do? Your lover doesn’t seem to want to divorce his wife…
Yuan sat down wordlessly and poured a cup of tea.
Whether her husband had a lover or not, whether the situation turned to shit because the said lover lived in their house with them or not, it was none of her business.
Either way, their marriage was merely a contract. If one looked at it from a different angle, it was all a conspiracy that started on lies. More importantly, Min Yuan planned on getting divorced from Seo JoonHun no matter what.
The temperature of the tea was fine, but it tasted bitter. This was because the tea leaves had soaked in the water for too long. Secretary Yoon continued to hesitate as she stood next to Yuan.
“But do you think our relationship should be shaken because of something like that?”
Yuan recalled her husband’s face as he said those words. The tea water in her cup trembled in her hand. She put so much force into her fingers that she almost broke the expensive teacup that came from England.
“I don’t plan on breaking up with you.”
Yuan felt as if all the blood in her body had gone cold.
What is going through your mind, Seo JoonHun?
She felt sorry for Secretary Yoon, but Yuan had nothing to say to her. If things had gone according to plan and she had received a notification of divorce from her husband just now, she would have had Secretary Yoon help her gather her belongings to pack tomorrow or arrange a different place for her to stay. She needed to give her an order, but…
What can I do? Your lover said he didn’t want to break up with me. Can’t you go to him in my stead and ask him for a reason why?
She swallowed back these words with another sip of her bitter tea.
Secretary Yoon HeeSoo was the same age as her husband at thirty-three. She had the beauty and intelligence of a news anchorwoman. Yuan didn’t know how someone like her had been chosen to become her secretary.
Was JoonHun following the advice of ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’?
Secretary Yoon’s role was to be the middle man between Yuan and her husband, to help make decisions and smooth over any trivial matters that might pop up in their daily lives.
It was a given that Secretary Yoon was the one that reported Yuan’s every move to her husband and even her in-laws at HyunJin. In other words, Secretary Yoon was Yuan’s keeper.
In many ways, Yoon HeeSoo was different from Yuan. Even though she came from a poor background, she managed to leap out of poverty through her skills as she managed to receive a national scholarship for her education. She passed the HyunJin company entrance exam and firmly received the top score. She was a perfect fit and never stepped out of line.
On top of that, she was also a high school classmate of her husband. Her husband and Secretary Yoon even served on the student council together as the president and vice-president respectively. The two had similar interests, had mutual friends, and their thoughts and styles were also very alike.
Therefore, she could be considered JoonHun’s true partner.
In a sense, she was his true ally in this bloody war of contracts and profits.
So wouldn’t she be closer to him than any family member, woman, and even his contractual wife?
For the past 2 years, Yuan noticed glimpses of hostility and contempt from Secretary Yoon. At first, she didn’t understand why. Later, Yuan realized what was going on when she saw the secret looks that Secretary Yoon was giving JoonHun.
She realized that these two didn’t have a normal relationship.
They might even have had a deep relationship since long ago.
But what could she do? It was almost impossible for JoonHun and Secretary Yoon to receive approval from the HyunJin family. These damn chaebols would never acknowledge a marriage that didn’t bring in some kind of profit.
“What should we do about the luncheon that’s being held for Madame Gyung InHyup? It’s scheduled for tomorrow.”
Seeing that Yuan had nothing to say about the conversation between her and JoonHun, Secretary Yoon tactfully changed topics.
“It’ll be difficult for you to attend, right? I’ll call them and let them know that you cannot attend due to household matters.”
Household matters. Well, everyone else probably figured out what kind of ‘household matters’ was unfolding between the two families anyway.
“Thank you.”
Yuan felt like her lips would start twitching, but she managed to answer calmly. Either way, JoonHun and Yuan would have to fix the problems that were brewing between them.
Even though she truly didn’t understand why Seo JoonHun refused to separate, seeing as how he didn’t want to bring up divorce first, she couldn’t just say whatever she wanted either.
No matter how desperately Yoon HeeSoo wanted to hear the news of their divorce.
“Then, please rest.”
After hesitating for a few seconds, Secretary Yoon finally lowered her head.
“Good work today as always.”
Yuan smiled faintly as she looked back at the woman. The door closed with a thud. In the silence of the room, only the soft sound of rain could be heard.
The teacup was placed back on the table with a clink.
What are you doing, Min Yuan.
Are you really considering acting lovey-dovey with Seo JoonHun? Are you filming a daytime soap opera right now? Is there a reason to be worrying about something so worthless?
Even if Seo JoonHun and Yoon HeeSoo were rolling around naked right in front of her, it was none of her business.
From the very beginning, Yuan didn’t want to live with Seo JoonHun as a couple. All she had wanted was for her marriage to be successful.
Now wasn’t the time to be brooding over this.
Yuan got up and went into the dressing room. Standing in front of the mirror was Min Yuan in a gray blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels. She looked around before taking off her shoes.
She felt the fluffy carpet underneath her stockinged feet. She unbuttoned her blouse and took off her skirt. After putting her clothes on the hanger next to her, she went and stood in front of the mirror. Only wearing a gray slip, Yuan looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face with makeup looked unfamiliar.
I wonder why? Yuan frowned.
What did it mean? She poured out the cleansing oil and took off her make up.
As she was lost in thought, Yuan continued to go through the motions of her evening routine. She brushed her hair and tidied up her vanity. She bent down and took out her underwear from a drawer. Her daily routine happened at the exact same time and in the same way every single day, almost as if it was measured out with a ruler.
If an average person saw this, they would think it was laughable. However, for Yuan, her daily life and her mask were her life. Her routine behaviors that happened at precisely the same time… It was as if they were all actions written in a script. A script that hid her true thoughts.
The bathroom was already warm from the steam. Yuan went inside and locked the door before letting out a sigh. When the mirror had completely fogged up, Yuan slowly lowered her hand and pressed a tiny, hidden button underneath the sink.
She opened the cabinet door, pushed aside the toiletries inside, and picked out a bottle of oil. She opened the rubber cap to see a small USB hidden inside.
Everything had gone according to her plan. It wasn’t easy, but she was sure she didn’t make a mistake. Had she slipped up somewhere because she was more relaxed as her plan was coming to an end? Seo JoonHun’s strange behavior made her restless. Only one more step was left. Just one more step…
“But do you think our relationship should be shaken because of something like that?”
Bang! She slammed her fist down. She could barely breath due to the anxiety. She wanted to escape this place as soon as possible. As soon as possible!
She didn’t want to see Seo JoonHun anymore.
She raised her head and looked at her reflection in the foggy mirror before raising her hand and swiping the condensation off the mirror. She finally saw her face clearly. Her wet hair, her slightly slanted, mono-lid eyes, and pupils that hid any thought or feelings she might have. Those pupils looked back at her as they asked a question.
Did you really think everything was going to go your way?
“Are you really going to marry him?”
2 years ago, TaeKyung asked her after she returned from her marriage meeting.
“It went very well.”
Yuan replied to him back then.
“It’s a nuclear bomb that can destroy everyone in one go.”
TaeKyung frowned at Yuan’s words.
“I don’t want you to get hurt too.”
“And it’s okay for you to get hurt by yourself, oppa?”
“Min Yuan.”
“I’m not a child, TaeKyung-oppa.”
She knew what this marriage would entail. She knew she would have to brace herself and share the same bed as Seo JoonHun if she wanted him to completely believe in this contract marriage. So what? She’d have sex with him. It was no big deal.
“I’ll take care of it on my own.”
“How? By taking a million years?”
“Yuan!”
TaeKyung paled. Yuan turned and looked at him.
“Oppa, if someone with my skills couldn’t do it after trying that many times, then no one can. HyunJin keeps their data servers completely separate from the internet. It’s impossible to breach it, and even if I managed to breach it, I’d get caught right away. The safest way is to become a part of their family as an insider. Seo JoonHun keeps a backup server in his basement. We can get our hands on HyunJin Group’s inside information, and you’re telling me not to take this chance?”
TaeKyung had done countless things to obtain this information. Nothing was too messy or disgusting for him, so she could at least take on one man. How hard could a contract marriage be?
“I’m not scared, so don’t worry. If all goes according to our plans, I’ll be able to divorce him within 2 years.”
Yuan smiled faintly and took TaeKyung’s hand.
“Are you worried that I’ll fall in love with him? I’m not crazy. Either way, he and I will only be married for 2 years at most. Let’s leave together once this is all over. Leave Korea. This nauseating country. Let’s free ourselves from this place.”
As she said these words, Yuan looked down at the man’s picture on her tablet PC.
The man in the picture looked cruel. He looked as if he wouldn’t lose a single drop of blood even if his skin was pierced. No, he looked so cold that it didn’t seem like he even had any blood flowing through his veins. His neatly styled black hair, the unreadable black eyes. From head to toe, he looked like a man who had grown up with the best of everything.
Seo JoonHun wasn’t a man who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was someone who grew up with a diamond spoon.
Born in Korea, Seo JoonHun studied abroad in England before finally receiving a master’s degree in an Ivy League university in the United States.
He was President Seo’s eldest son and the heir to the undoubtedly powerful HyunJin Group. He also had a work ethic respected by his peers as well as incredible skill. His profile and list of accomplishments put him at the top of the top 0.1%.
Those that knew Seo JoonHun complained that he never liked to lose, his ego was so high that it pierced the sky, and that he never forgave anyone who made a mistake. Once he started something, he would only be satisfied once it was finished, and he never missed the smallest of details.
He was the same with women. His lovers up till now we’re all beautiful and intelligent. However, they were more like sex partners than lovers. He didn’t have much interest in women, and poured his heart into work. He was someone that didn’t want to waste any extra energy on something like dating.
He was the best of the best. What more could one ask for?
Skill, confidence, a harsh coldness when it came to human relationships. These were the virtues she wanted in a man.
2 years ago, Yuan confidently smiled at TaeKyung.
However…
The Yuan in the foggy mirror was mocking the woman from 2 years ago.
As if asking her if she knew what she was doing…
Just when did it become like this…
Last fall, after seeing Yoon HeeSoo leave his room one night, Yuan felt as if her blood was boiling. Forgetting that she was keeping herself hidden, Yuan almost ran out and grabbed Yoon HeeSoo by her hair.
She had been overcome with a rage so great that her vision had gone blurry. Yuan couldn’t understand how that had happened. Why? She had believed that she didn’t care whether Seo JoonHun slept with other women, so why…? Why was she so angry? Why did she suddenly want to go and kill JoonHun?
Was she…
No. That doesn’t make any sense. Yuan shook her head.
Was it because of the physical pleasure he gave her? How could that be love? His behaviors that sometimes made her heart race? Was that love? They didn’t even know each other that well. They kept up the nice appearance as husband and wife, but they never saw what was in each other’s hearts.
No, Yuan wondered if that was completely true.
She shook her head as she remembered the spring after their 1-year anniversary. It was their anniversary trip. She acknowledged that she began to see JoonHun in a different light from then on.
But sentiment like that didn’t matter. All humans had flaws as well as charm. As two people lived together, it was natural that they would come to know each other and understand one another. However, whether 2 years had passed or 20, Yuan would never open up her heart to Seo JoonHun.
It’s impossible.
Yuan grit her teeth. After she had chosen Seo JoonHun, it was a given that they would marry and divorce. No one could stop the wheel of fate that had trampled over her.
Additionally, no one would be able to escape the war brewing between HyunJin and R&K. Once the war began, each side would struggle to obtain the other’s weaknesses, and in the process, all the buried secrets would be revealed.
When that time came, she would naturally disappear in the chaos.
There was no need to be nervous. In the end, Seo JoonHun would have to choose to divorce her. Even if he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t be able to object.
Yuan calmed her heart with much effort before putting the USB back into its proper place.
TN: Yuan has some secrets of her own! There’s definitely more to her than she lets on… The next part is back to JH’s POV.
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