I-Hyeon’s adamant refusal to accept the dress was for one reason: its connection to Oh Se-Jin. He did not want Yura’s name to be associated with Oh Se-Jin in any way.
“I don’t like the rumors about this designer. I don’t want you wearing her dress and becoming the talk of the town.”
“Oh? You should have said that earlier.”
Yura easily stepped back, contrary to I-Hyeon’s expectation of her protesting about such concerns.
She had to comply because her marriage to Baek I-Hyeon would soon be publicized, spreading through various channels.
Although rumors were already circulating, both families had not released any official statement yet, to avoid premature media coverage.
Such is the influence and impact of CH Group, and the wedding would be no exception. Her dress and jewelry would also be widely discussed. There was no need to add gossip about a controversial designer to the mix.
Yura would have saved the unnecessary argument and emotional drain had I-Hyeon mentioned this earlier.
Regardless of which dress she chose, I-Hyeon, already rummaging through the alternative dresses, brought out another option.
“This one.”
“This one?”
Yura frowned at the sight of a bell-style dress made of satin with long sleeves.
It looked like something out of an old-fashioned toy doll, adorned only with lace emphasizing the neckline. Yura preferred simplicity, but this was far from her taste.
“Even if the cherry blossoms are in bloom, it’s still chilly.”
Wondering if he chose it for the long sleeves due to the cold, she incredulously watched as he offered another dress.
“If not this one, how about this?”
Seeing a dress not much different from the first, Yura crossed her arms over her chest. The dresses he picked focused solely on the season, with high necklines and long sleeves.
“If you’re so against exposure, should we both just wear tuxedos?”
“Don’t be sarcastic.”
“I’m not. It just looks too stifling.”
I-Hyeon seemed clueless about the problem, just as Yura felt suffocated by the choices of dresses.
A friend who had married said it was crucial to choose a wedding dress with the fiancé. Apparently, women who came alone or with friends or mothers looked pitiful.
Despite it being a contractual marriage and having little interest in the preparations, Yura didn’t want to appear pathetic. Hence, she had insisted on I-Hyeon, who was otherwise too busy, to come along.
Sighing deeply, Yura felt overwhelmed by the process.
Frustrated by wasting time on a dress she’d wear only for an hour or two, she shrugged and decided to go with I-Hyeon’s choice.
“Fine, let’s just pick anything. It’s not like it’s a grand wedding.”
Resigned to I-Hyeon’s choice and lacking any particular dream about wedding dresses, Yura agreed.
“Call the staff, I’ll try it on.”
“Okay.”
As I-Hyeon opened the door to call the staff, a familiar voice was heard.
“Did I come for nothing?”
“Mother?”
Yura, fiddling with the dress, widened her eyes and looked towards the entrance. There stood Mi-Hee, with a kind smile. Yura bowed her head.
“No, it’s fine.”
“Have you decided on a dress?”
“Yes.”
“The one you’re wearing now?”
Yura felt Mi-Hee’s gaze and shook her head.
“No, this one. I-Hyeon doesn’t like it.”
Mi-Hee frowned at the dress Yura pointed to. Yura awkwardly smiled, and Mi-Hee sighed looking at I-Hyeon.
“Oh my, what century is this? Who wears such a dress? Oh dear.”
“Mother, this is our…”
“You can’t just decide on your own for a wedding dress. It’s crucial for a woman. The highlight of a wedding isn’t the decorated flowers, it’s the bride. You should stand out, not in such a dress!”
“Sigh.”
“I had some business nearby and was on my way home, but felt like stopping by.”
Yura, having expected no one to counter I-Hyeon, was amused by their squabble. The unexpected ally brought a smile to her face.
Seizing the opportunity, Yura put on her 100% business smile used for artists and batted her eyes sweetly.
“Mother, what do you think is best?”
“May I make a recommendation?”
“Of course, I’d appreciate it.”
With Mi-Hee’s sudden arrival, the tide turned in selecting the wedding dress.
The future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law summoned the staff and sifted through various designs of dresses. Amid endless discussions, they finally settled on a dress.
Moments later, the curtain parted, revealing Yura in her new dress, assisted by the staff.
The dress featured intricate lace lightly covering her hands and a neckline design that accentuated the chest area. The mermaid-line dress elegantly highlighted her body’s curves, making her appear even more enchanting.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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