Secretary Choi looked grave, almost dark. Kang Woo’s lips almost smiled, thinking how Secretary Choi was as scared as Se Ah.
“Chairman, we should report this to the police. The more I think about it, the more it bothers me.”
“It won’t be of any use.”
Distrust filled Kang Woo’s eyes.
“Someone powerful must be behind him. If we hand it over, it will probably just fizzle out. Better to go private.”
“But I’m worried about your safety.”
“That’s what’s puzzling. Nothing has happened to me so far.”
Muttering to himself, Kang Woo pressed the temple of his forehead.
“Think about it, Secretary.”
“…”
“Whether Jinho Ko got a large sum just for tailing me or if it’s combined with other jobs.”
“…”
“It doesn’t make sense to get paid so much and just end it with tailing. Not even dragging me somewhere to beat me up.”
Secretary Choi frowned at Kang Woo’s joking tone.
“That’s why we should inform the police before something big happens. Or assign a bodyguard.”
“No.”
Kang Woo waved his hand dismissively. A bad premonition clung to his skin, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
“I feel like we’re missing something.”
“…”
“Playing it too soft, as if they’re not really trying to hurt me.”
What if it wasn’t him they were after, but Se Ah? He would have to take the risk and catch them.
“You won’t stop me, Secretary. I’ll assign a bodyguard.”
“Uncle.”
Stopping Secretary Choi from putting away her phone, Kang Woo gave her a boyishly innocent smile.
“Just wait a bit more.”
“Why are you being stubborn? It’s unnecessary.”
“If Jinho Ko blows through the money quickly, he’ll need more soon. If what happened that day wasn’t a one-time thing, he’ll surely come after me again. If someone’s tailing me, it’ll be reported back to whoever’s behind him.”
“…”
“It will only take longer to find out the truth.”
“Why go to such lengths?”
Kang Woo smiled softly.
“Just because. That’s what needs to be done.”
Secretary Choi sighed deeply.
“Ah. Just call one more bodyguard.”
“You’ve made the right decision. Safety first.”
“Not for me. One more for Se Ah. It’ll be more comfortable to sleep knowing there are two.”
Secretary Choi was speechless at her stubborn boss’s gaze.
After parting with Secretary Choi, Kang Woo returned home.
“Se Ah. Se Ah.”
Unable to contain himself, he called her name twice. The sound of her adorable footsteps approached, and Se Ah appeared with a ‘ta-da.’
“Are you back?”
Se Ah was wearing an apron, flour covering her hands. She shyly raised them before hiding them behind her back.
“Why are your hands like that?”
“I was making dumplings. Where did you go?”
“To see Secretary Choi. She was nearby.”
“Ah. Of course. Being a secretary is a tough job. Working even on weekends.”
She spoke innocently and turned away. Kang Woo grabbed her waist, pulling her close. Se Ah lightly squirmed as his warm breath touched her neck.
“You’ll get flour on your clothes.”
“I have to change anyway.”
“Flour will fall on the floor.”
She seemed to be resisting, but not too strongly. Kang Woo laughed and let her go.
“If you wanted dumplings, you could have called. I would have bought some.”
“I wanted to make them.”
“For me?”
“Yes.”
In broad daylight, why is she being so coy? It doesn’t seem intentional, but the way she twists and turns her body, and the way her lips half-smile.
Suddenly, I craved something other than dumplings.
“Do we have to eat right now?”
“Why? Don’t you like dumplings, Kang Woo? Oh… then I bought too many dumpling skins for nothing.”
Disappointed, Se Ah’s lips jutted out slightly.
If left alone, her thoughts could spiral endlessly.
How to deal with all these dumplings? Why doesn’t Kang Woo like dumplings? Oh, I should have asked before buying… I wonder if mother-in-law likes dumplings? Etc.
By now, I somewhat understood Se Ah’s train of thought.
“It’s not that.”
“Then?”
“…I like them.”
“You like dumplings?”
“Yes.”
Relieved, Se Ah clapped her hands.
“Good. I was worried you had lost your appetite lately. Tomorrow’s New Year’s, right? We should have rice cake soup.”
As she bubbled with excitement, I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
“Let’s change clothes and do it together.”
Kang Woo, now in a trendy jumper, headed to the dressing room.
Se Ah, in a winter white tee and black jeans, followed him closely. His casual look, so different from his usual suits, was too good to miss. Especially, his informal style reminded her of his past self, making her heart flutter even more.
Watching Kang Woo hang his jumper, Se Ah said, “You look good in these clothes too.”
“Thought you didn’t want to get flour here.”
“Ah, right.”
She turned to leave, but Kang Woo lightly caught the apron string, keeping her there.
“Stay. I have to clean up anyway.”
With a glance at the lightly scattered flour, Kang Woo quickly picked it up before Se Ah noticed. Se Ah was truly reinventing him, almost like a rebirth.
“If a maid had come in with flour-dusted hands and dropped flour in this room, I wouldn’t have been pleased.”
“No, take your time changing. I’ll wait at the table.”
Catching a fleeing kitten, he pinned her against the wardrobe.
Unable to do anything with floury hands, she just gazed up at him.
“I get bored without you.”
Watching him take off his t-shirt up close was embarrassingly intimate.
As she awkwardly shifted her gaze, Kang Woo turned, his broad back facing her. His spine leading to his hips displayed taut muscles.
A secretive moment for the couple in the daytime. Unsure how to react, since it was unusual, but Kang Woo seemed unfazed.
“Kang Woo, you have some strange tastes.”
While putting on a loose t-shirt, Kang Woo turned his head to look at Se Ah.
“What?”
“Why are you showing me you changing?”
Se Ah sneakily glanced at Kang Woo’s reddening neck. It was rare, but his bashfulness made her feel strange. It seemed not only she was nervous.
Laughing softly while pulling down his t-shirt, Kang Woo said, “What’s wrong with that?”
“…Confident, aren’t you?”
“In a marriage, this is nothing.”
“…”
“Get used to it.”
His voice relaxed and suggestive.
The moment his hand touched the pants button, Se Ah’s face blushed red.
Quickly turning around and scolding him for his bad taste, she left the dressing room.
Kang Woo chuckled lowly, watching the door Se Ah exited.
Such an innocent woman, thinking love is only shared at night.
Considering their past, it made sense.
It’s my fault, so I’ll have to re-educate her.
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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