Dajeong, who had sprawled out in a mess, rose again. Sleep just wouldn’t come.
This isn’t right.
She loosely tied up her disheveled hair and turned on the auxiliary lamp. She took a sip of cold water.
Even though her mind felt numb, she thought it would be right to organize her thoughts before Jaeho arrived. She needed to decide how to face him. Dajeong walked back and forth in the living room, contemplating the situation.
“[Let’s leave now. We should arrive around midnight.]”
She checked the message Jaeho had sent earlier. Since it was 11 o’clock now, there was about an hour left.
Approaching the suitcase, her hand trembled as she took out the envelope of documents. Nevertheless, she mustered the courage and unfolded the paper.
Words she had hastily skipped without reading properly caught her eye.
“[Lee Jaeho is a bad guy. He reassures you as if he won’t break up, but once he goes to Seoul, he hardly contacts you. He only shows up when he needs a place to sleep.]”
Lies.
“[Creates a situation where the woman has no choice but to suggest breaking up. He only desires the body and makes you feel miserable. I, too, couldn’t bear it and had to break up.]”
“[Realized later. This man was just finishing his rural trip and throwing me away. He dragged it out because it would be too obvious if he dumped me right away.]”
Dajeong’s fingers slowly crumpled the paper’s edge.
“[I hope you become less miserable than me. It’s better to organize things first than to be dragged along. A very skillful player.]”
I wanted to ask why you’re doing this to me.
From my perspective, I wanted to say that making such one-sided notifications makes you a very skillful player. This kind of conversation style, where you talk alone and can’t even question, is a form of violence. You are also the perpetrator.
Even without such words, I would have left him, so why make the ending so miserable and confusing?
I don’t believe it. It’s a lie.
Despite her efforts, her gaze finally fell on the family register, and the strength left her. He’s not a bad guy.
Even the desire to believe that completely lost its power against the family register. Even if the claims in this letter were all false, the fact remained that the pension was owned by Lee Jaeho and that he deliberately deceived her was ultimately a fact.
Why did he deceive me?
“What should I do…”
Her pupils clouded.
Then she realized one more crucial fact. Even if she put the document content on hold, the exposure of their secret meeting itself was a danger signal to Jaeho.
Just one sensational article could end an actor’s career. Regardless of who this person was, the fact that he came all the way to this accommodation, put down documents, and left was true, and Jaeho needed to know this.
She had to tell him.
Regardless of the suspicious nature of his approach, she couldn’t let him fall into danger. It was right to inform him so he could be prepared. But how, where to start the conversation…
In the midst of confusion, Dajeong, holding documents, wore a subtle expression when the sound of a car entering the accommodation and the crunching of gravel echoed. Startled, Dajeong lifted her head.
Through the window, the headlight’s strong glow illuminated, and with the car’s ignition, it went out. Urgent footsteps reached the entrance, and soon the door lock clicked. A few days ago, they synchronized their entrance passcodes.
Tiririk.
The entrance door opened cheerfully. Dajeong, now coming to her senses, hastily crumpled the documents and put them away. Closing the suitcase in a rush, she sat on the bed, and at that moment, a man opened the door.
“Were you not sleeping…?”
Of course, it was Jaeho.
Suppressing the tears that were about to burst, Dajeong averted her gaze. The man, exuding a subtle musk fragrance, approached without hesitation and embraced Dajeong. The long-missed embrace felt strangely comforting, and Dajeong couldn’t bring herself to face him.
“I thought you were asleep. I just came to see your face quietly.”
“…”
“Why didn’t you respond if you weren’t sleeping?”
Why did you come to me without even taking off your jacket?
He seemed genuinely worried and eager to see her throughout, and his voice was so tender that she felt like crying.
“Why did you come so quickly? It’s not even midnight yet…”
She tried hard to forget the content of the documents, but despite her efforts, the fact that his actions no longer seemed purely genuine struck her with disappointment. What is right? The Jaeho in front of her seemed to be gradually distorting.
“I missed you, so I came in a hurry.”
“…”
“I usually don’t drive fast. But I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Using his index finger, the man pulled Dajeong’s chin and smiled, meeting her gaze. Then, he sent a questioning glance to her eyes, where tears still lingered.
“Did you cry? Why?”
Worry was evident in his deepened pupils.
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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