Chapter 186: The Bong Family

I couldn't help myself as I was finally in the same space as Yeon after all this time, and she was only a few steps away from me. Seon...my master kept me chained up like an animal to be prodded and poked around by his children who turned out were just as bad as he was. They showed me no kindness, not like their mother would have, they just kept insulting me every which way they could, especially her son. He looked like he walk over fire to defend his mother and his sister wasn't too far behind. All I did was look at her to compare how much mother and daughter looked alike before he took her by the hand and landed a punch right in the middle of my face. I was shocked; back in my prime nobody dared to cross any member of my family, but I could already see that he had his father's...lack of control when he got angry. His sister tried to get at me a few times but her brother wasn't having any of it. She eventually gave up and just clung onto her brother while he and the other boys just huddled around her before that woman who ran the local gibang called them down for lunch.

I couldn't help but to recoil when I saw her, she didn't give us the friendliest home welcome when we met. She tortured all of us day in and day out until master separated us from our servant. In all honesty I was very grateful Nam-Kyu gave me the idea to conspire against them as it was the only way to get close to the love of my life and ditch the jinx that had come into my family and had turned all of my luck against me.

Hyo-Sonn was a desperate low-born conniving little slut that turned on her only friend and did everything she could to ruin her so she could get her hands on my family's fortune...and in my bed. She was the reason why I was in the state I found myself in, why my career had slipped away from my hands, why my parents had lost all of the respect they had spent years trying to build up and she couldn't even take responsibility for the concubines I had no choice but to take in as they held the only descendants my family could have now. She had no idea how to raise children, feed them, educate them or even love them. And her parents only stood to show how incongruous her whole family where, they would rather be put to death rather than stop stealing anything we had of value and flaunting...well embarrassing themselves as if they were a suitable family themselves. Her incapabilities embraced me to no end, never mind her thieving family who we had to live with, she wasn't even close to being pretty at all and her smell...my god, the smell she carried from all of the low born places she worked from that wouldn't leave her mo matter how many times I told her to wash herself. She didn't even take care of herself, not the way that Yeon did; I had known her for so many years and she still looked like she hadn't aged at all. She had retained her small figure, her thick hair was always shiny and she smelled like a rose garden. Hyo-Sonn however, was an over-weight, talentless and ugly little thing who wasn't worth the oxygen she breathed yet she covered herself in noble clothes and jewellery whenever she could.

But I heard Yeon's voice eventually and I did all I could do free myself from the rope her children had tied me in until my hands bled. I then made my way around this god-forsaken mansion that was twice the size of my own as I heard her converse with my children. Her husband was nowhere to be found and her sister-in-law was too busy tearing the other women apart at her own pleasure. As soon as I heard her voice I tried to find my way to her; only to see a scene in front of me that was impossible for to savour in my lifetime. I saw her, the mother of twins and a third child on the way doing her daughter's hair from her bed whilst also simultaneously being fed by her son and the other two children were just reading her books peacefully, the same ones she used to pick up in the market. I couldn't believe how...peacefully and gracefully she ran her household, how involved she was with her own children which was a real sight to see, coming from the noble world myself. She...she smiled at her children with such love it was almost impossible to bear witness without tearing up. She played with them as if she was equal in their age, she helped them, she laughed her honey-sweet laugh that I had missed oh so much that I couldn't help wiping tears away. Yeon was the perfect mother, the perfect hostess to the guests that we never had around again since the day I married...and the perfect wife to her husband as I couldn't help but witness just how...youthful and sensual she was even as she was ready to deliver her new baby anytime soon. She really knew how to please her husband, to obey every command meticulously, and really take care of him in every way possible. She laid out his clothes, groomed him, dressed him, helped him out with his work and practically showered him with as much affection as one could, as I had never seen before he made his way to the palace with his perfect children in tow...and I wanted it all. I want the life that lowlife had created for himself the moment he snatched Yeon from me and the moment 'my wife' found her way into my life and tore me away from her...and I would do anything to get it.

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This was the first time had seen the children I had always heard about up close and personal...and I hated to admit it but they really did love up to the rumour I had been hearing about non-stop for years. Even her nephews were equally well-mannered, well spoken and were everything my so-called children were not. They smelt nice, groomed themselves well, read books and wrote a lot in their free time and hardly bothered their parents at all whereas I was stuck in my family mansion, trying to cater to about 100 people's whims and desires all at once by myself with no help at all. The oldest child I had was probably 3-4 years old and he still couldn't utter a single word, never mind read or learn how to use and ink brush.

And it turns out that I wasn't the only one who had noticed as my husband had started wondering off whilst myself and my so-called servant were locked up in a different room under Hui-Jee's 'care'. We called out a a lot to each other in the beginning to keep ourselves updated but as soon as our 'security' gave us a bit of a break after one week of little food and water, no clean clothes and being locked up in a room that was no bigger than my husband's wardrobe with two women who did not get along at all. It was a complete miracle that we hadn't uttered a word to each other the whole time but I wasn't as stupid as they thought was. I knew that if there was anything to do with this particular couple that both my so-called husband and his so-called mistress of the week would do anything to get back into their world.

As soon as that gibang girl left us alone to tend to her own children we all took extreme care and caution to explore this mansion that we have never seen before...and it was very different to the other noble people I had served in the past. It was a big mansion but it wasn't ostentatious like everybody else...it was actually everything I thought Hyun-Ki would want, coming from a family of scholars himself. They didn't have their family achievements plastered everywhere, luxury objects or any other obscene wasteful things, apart from a room full of gifts I found that seemed to belong to the children...gifts I never gave to the ones under me and gifts I certainly would not get to gift my own children. Everything I had endured since the moment I met that wretched epileptic woman finally got to me as I broke down in tears in front of the gift room until I started going numb. I left on my own for hours and as usual, nobody came looking for me at all. I stayed on the ground as I had nothing else to do...until I heard her wretched voice again calling out for her children. I made my way downstairs as quietly as I could because I didn't know how well I would be received by everyone. I found myself in what I assumed was her wing...and my husband watching everyone attending to her in a way I could only dream of. She had her nephews on either side of her, leaning on her legs as she sorted out her daughter in a way my mother had NEVER attended to me even once and her boy was feeding her...and I decided that I had had enough. Even now she had my husband's attention and I was sick of it.