I hesitated for a moment on how to respond.
As a high school student, I couldn’t be sure if the investigation would be conducted properly even if I pulled out the recording claiming it as evidence. I wasn’t confident that the recording would be recognized as evidence.
Moreover, if it became known that the younger son killed the older son, I was worried that my fragile mother might lose her sanity completely. My parents would be much more shocked than me.
And perhaps I might have misunderstood. So…
“Well… evidence. There is no such thing.”
Ultimately, I bowed my head deeply and mumbled.
Upon hearing this, Jinhyeok put on a gentle smile and comforted me.
“Yeah. I understand how you feel, but now you have to let it go. Like an adult. Got it?”
Outwardly, it couldn’t be anything but a harmonious family.
Unable to break the false peace, Jinmyeong eventually chose a way to hide on his own. Despite knowing Heontae Lee’s wish to become a corporate talent, he lived a self-pitying life without doing anything.
After living like that for a few years, he decided to report and looked for the recording device, but it couldn’t be found anywhere, so he gave up. Recently, while doing a major cleaning, it was rediscovered.
The recording device, discovered just when Jinmyeong’s beloved nephew Jaeho might need the truth, seemed like a signal from his older brother.
**
Upon arriving at work, Director Jung looked at Jaeho, who was diligently working, with a sly smile. Feeling that it wouldn’t work out, he also contacted Mrs. Pyeongchang-dong and Dr. Kim. In his view, Jaeho was now one of two things. Either he would explode or collapse.
“Have the secretaries arrived at the office?”
“Director. It’s only 7 o’clock. Would they have?”
“Oh.”
Jaeho awkwardly laughed.
“I sent him in to sleep, and he comes to work at 6 in the morning. What am I supposed to do?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Jaeho buried his face in the documents again.
After the meal with Jinmyeong yesterday, Jaeho obtained all the evidence he wanted. It was an unexpected harvest. And now, he finally understood the anguish of the life Jinmyeong had carried.
Sometimes, he wondered why he held a grudge against Jinhyeok, why he still remained as Vice President Lee, even though he claimed not to be interested in management. Now, he knew everything. Jinmyeong’s lack of interest was not genuine; it was just pretending.
With all the evidence now clear, Jinhyeok was finished.
If a shareholders’ meeting were held, he would be ruined in the conference room, and if summoned by the prosecution, he would face legal punishment. Either way, it didn’t matter to Jaeho. It was a perfect victory for Jaeho.
However…
He wasn’t happy at all.
After dreaming about peaches a few more times, anxiety reached its maximum, and he reached a point where he couldn’t sleep at all.
Jaeho brushed off his stern face with a sigh.
No, it couldn’t be. It wasn’t perfect, but he always used protection, and recently, there were many days when he couldn’t even be intimate. So, the dream was just a dream…
Let’s work. Work.
Jaeho nervously pushed the approval documents onto the table.
He let it go.
She sent me off if she wanted to, so at least she should have given me a month of freedom. I decided not to act crazy, but how long has it been since I made that resolution?
I felt pathetic dreaming of running toward an uncertain dream using vague anxiety as an excuse.
Nevertheless.
I was gradually realizing the limitations here. My two legs seemed to move on their own to run toward her.
What more can I do here to endure?
How much time has passed? The phone rang. It was Mijeong.
[Son.]“Why are you up so early?”
“Oh. Time flies.”
Since parting with Dajeong, time flowed irregularly. It seemed to linger forever one day and then swiftly pass two days. Jaeho forced a bitter smile as if he had resigned. Even time seemed to mock him now.
Mijeong spoke with a worried voice.
[How are you, son?]“I’m fine.”
[Eating well?]“I am.”
[Director Jung was worried.]“That’s just how his personality is.”
Jaeho’s hand, which had been moving relentlessly, paused for a moment. The pen dropped from his fingers and rolled off the desk.
“Uh.”
And he whispered softly. Almost inaudibly. I’m fine. Well. I’m fine.
The words were forced.
It felt like someone else answered instead of himself. Suddenly, Jaeho felt a lump in his throat, and his breath became short.
[Mom had a dream, Jaeho. Just in case I ask…]Are you doing well?
Is it okay to answer that I’m doing well? I don’t know about your well-being.
Yoon Dajeong, are you living well? We haven’t seen each other for two weeks.
While I was thrown into a living hell, I wonder what your world is like.
My heart was pounding uncontrollably.
I give up.
I can’t. I’m done.
I have to see you.
Before dying, I have to confirm you. Just to see if you’re doing well.
[The dream was strangely ominous…]“Mom. I have an urgent matter. I’m sorry. I’m hanging up.”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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