When the guest’s face appeared through the wide-open door, Gwinyeo was surprised and stood up.
“Dahee?”
Although she was excited about the esteemed guest coming, she never expected her daughter to visit.
Gwinyeo rushed down the stairs and greeted Dahee.
“Why did you come all the way here? Did you walk up without even a car? Oh, it’s so hot!”
“Forget it. Just give me some water.”
“Oh, are you thirsty? Okay.”
Gwinyeo quickly went to the kitchen and brought a glass of water. Dahee, who had exerted herself climbing the mountain, gulped down the strong-brewed tea.
“Should I pour you another glass?”
“Not necessary.”
“Hmm… then sit in the shade for a while and rest. I’ll turn on the fan.”
“No air conditioning?”
“Yeah, there’s no air conditioning. Is it too hot?”
“After climbing the mountain for an hour under the scorching sun, isn’t it hot? You make a lot of money, why don’t you have air conditioning in your house?”
Dahee exclaimed angrily.
“If I knew you were coming, I would have bought one in advance. I’m sorry.”
Even with Dahee’s blunt reaction, Gwinyeo was just happy to see her daughter. She quickly took out a handkerchief from the freezer and placed it on Dahee’s neck.
“This will cool you down. Wait a moment. I’ll prepare something to eat.”
“Oh, water’s dripping!”
“If you don’t want your clothes to get wet, put it on your knees.”
Watching Dahee get annoyed while wiping herself with the handkerchief, Gwinyeo felt sorry.
If she had known that an esteemed guest, who she thought was her daughter, was coming, she would have bought an air conditioner earlier.
‘But seeing our daughter’s face is still good.’
Gwinyeo smiled contentedly and started boiling corn tea.
After receiving the spiritual descent ten years ago, Dahee grew up in her husband’s hands. In his devout Christian household, they didn’t accept Gwinyeo, who turned to shamanism.
Gwinyeo begged to see Dahee at least once a month but was not allowed, and mother and daughter spent several years in separation.
Even though they could meet again, it was a naive hope.
Dahee was embarrassed by her mother being a shaman. It could be due to growing up under her father, who despised shamanism, but moving several times to avoid rumors also fostered resentment in Dahee’s heart.
Gwinyeo, who only wanted to do everything for her daughter, and Dahee, who resented her mother for the lack throughout her upbringing.
The only reason their parallel relationship remained somewhat stable was because Gwinyeo understood Dahee.
Gwinyeo felt sorry for her daughter who had lived her life being pointed at because of her. She also felt sorry for Dahee, who went through adolescence without a mother.
When she brought seaweed soup to Dahee at her workplace, Dahee, who turned away from her, couldn’t even harbor a bitter feeling.
“I’ve poured corn tea. You have to wait a bit for it to ripen. Is the time okay?”
“It’s not time for a meal, why corn tea? Forget it. I won’t eat.”
“Didn’t you like corn when you were young?”
“I don’t like it now.”
Gwinyeo’s eyes narrowed at Dahee’s unusually prickly attitude.
I didn’t think you would come all the way here just to exchange greetings, but I thought we could have a short chat.
“Why did you come?”
Gwinyeo asked, spreading out her pleated hanbok skirt. It seemed that what Dahee needed right now was not a mother but a shaman.
“I need Mom’s help. Can you read my fortune?”
As expected, Gwinyeo swallowed hard at Dahee’s words. The eyes of her daughter, whom she met for the first time since coming here, were incredibly earnest.
“Mom, you’re a flexible shaman. I’m facing a very important decision, and I don’t know what choice is right.”
“…”
“Why no answer? Are you not going to read the fortune?”
When Gwinyeo didn’t answer, Dahee’s voice became sharper.
“Why, because you’re not confident? Did some amazing god enter you enough to abandon your husband and child? Grandmother said that with the fortune received from Mom, you could even build a building. But people won’t give that much money to a shaman who is neither a fool nor accommodating, right?”
“Dahee.”
“I’ll pay for the fortune. Is that okay?”
Gwinyeo’s eyes deepened with a sense of determination.
She hesitated to read the fortune not because she lacked confidence, and it certainly wasn’t because of the payment.
Even if she had to cut off one arm, it wouldn’t be a big deal for her daughter. Gwinyeo’s hesitation to read the fortune was because if she read the flow of heavenly energy in advance, the future would flow accordingly.
If the result was good, it might be fine, but what if it was not?
Once the flow of heavenly energy was read, it couldn’t be reversed by any talisman.
Most people who set foot in a shaman’s shrine came seeking relief from troubles. Issues like husband problems, child problems, money problems, health problems, and many more. Most of them came trying to escape numerous problems right in front of their eyes.
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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