Inside the grand concert hall where the piano performance began.
Dajeong was seated in the second seat from the left in the front row.
Usually, if she came alone, she would just choose the end seat, but Dajeong was different.
Knowing he couldn’t make it, she still wanted to keep a seat empty for him.
The noisy hall gradually quieted down, and the concert began. Under soft lighting, a first-year piano major student revealed their figure.
Dajeong leaned against the backrest and enjoyed the performance comfortably. As she listened to the beautiful melody, time flowed smoothly like water.
Then came the turn of a third-year student.
As they clapped softly, Dajeong felt the middle-aged woman next to her clapping loudly. Glancing at her, she noticed a big smile on her face.
If only Mom were still alive.
Dajeong got lost in such thoughts for the first time in a while. It was a thought that didn’t usually come up and wasn’t consciously brought up.
At that moment, with a bitter smile, a memory surfaced. A hand that had quietly rested on her knee suddenly floated up.
Dajeong turned her head abruptly in the direction the hand was moving.
“Ah…”
It was definitely empty a moment ago. Dajeong looked at Taesang, who was holding her hand, with a blank expression.
Buttons firmly fastened up to the chin, hair neatly combed without a strand out of place. Except for the noticeably swelling chest, he was the same as usual.
“I’ve waited a long time.”
Taesang spoke lightly, breathing out a bit, and sweat on his neck became visible.
“…”
Dajeong couldn’t say anything.
He had clearly sent a message that he wouldn’t come. Besides, the company would be in chaos by now.
Even though she was looking at him with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe Taesang’s presence.
“Sorry.”
“W-What…”
“For leaving you alone. And…”
Slowly continuing his words, the pianist took a seat in front of the piano. Taesang bent his waist to the side and lowered his head. His lips were so close to her ear.
“Making you endure.”
Whether it was because of the warm breath or his words, her earlobes became hot. Dajeong whispered softly, averting her gaze.
“N-No need to endure much.”
“Don’t lie to me twice a day.”
The laughter-mingled voice slowly moved away from her ear. Taesang brought the hand he held closer and placed it on his thigh.
Above was his large hand, below was his rock-solid thigh. Caught between them, her hand seemed a bit pitiful.
At that moment, the pianist placed their hands on the keys. As the first note resonated, Taesang adjusted his fingers to match the sound.
It was a slow and persistent movement. It seemed like he was gradually seizing her hand. He pressed his fingers tightly until there was no place left to go.
He’ll probably keep holding it like this. Expecting that inwardly, Taesang surprisingly loosened his fingers.
Tightly intertwined fingers sensed the presence of the ring between them. Gently easing the tension in his hand to avoid pain, he raised his ring finger and playfully circled around the ring.
It seemed quite appealing.
Dajeong found his actions amusing and couldn’t help but smile.
“Stay focused.”
A whispering voice flowed over his shoulder, settling in Dajeong’s ears. Playfully glaring at him, she whispered.
“I am focused. It’s you, Taesang, who needs to concentrate.”
“…Right. I guess so.”
Surprisingly, Taesang admitted it clearly. He didn’t seem like a typical stubborn man. As his puzzled eyes moved, he unbuttoned his jacket with one hand.
With a light sound, the black fabric swiftly split left and right.
Taesang pulled his clenched hand and pushed it into his pocket.
“…?”
What does concentration have to do with the pocket? Focusing on the sensation in her hand, she soon understood the meaning of his words.
Holding, cutting, tightly grasping.
In the confined space, his hands moved here and there, feeling like swallowing a candy. After rolling around in the warm temperature for a while, he slowly stopped his movements. It seemed he had found a satisfying conclusion.
It was the shape of a ring being worn.
However, not wanting to give up the sensation felt in his palm, he gently rubbed his thumb on the palm.
Not giving up on either side was truly Taesang-like.
Dajeong felt somewhat shy for some reason and turned her head. On the stage, the performer was now greeting the audience.
One song had apparently come to an end.
Clap, clap.
Applause echoed throughout the concert hall. Dajeong quietly recalled the order in her mind. Clearly, the next one would be Youngjin’s turn.
“Now, Youngjin is coming out.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Taesang said with a smile.
A little later, Youngjin, dressed neatly in a tuxedo, stepped onto the stage.
Dajeong looked at her younger brother with a pleased expression. Even objectively, he was handsome, but dressed up like this, he seemed much more impressive.
Standing in the center of the stage, Youngjin casually scanned the audience. Knowing who he was looking for, Dajeong quickly raised her arm.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
