What kind of person is he? If he says it’s as if nothing happened, does it really become nothing?
Rajin was flabbergasted by his decisive turn away.
It’s understood this is Kang Jiho’s workplace, and he doesn’t want misunderstandings. But still, to completely ignore her presence like this? If it was going to be like this, he shouldn’t have brought up being with Kim Yoojun from the start.
It felt like putting on a freshly washed outfit only to soil it again.
With Kim Yoojun’s story now out, whether she liked it or not, some sort of clarification was necessary.
Quick meeting and clear explanation.
As she organized her thoughts, her trembling heart calmed down. Rajin exhaled lightly and reached out her hand.
“Give me your phone.”
His expression shifted ever so slightly before vanishing entirely.
“I have no intention of gossiping.”
His matter-of-fact attitude, as if to say don’t worry, was exceedingly professional. How much must this be bothering him, she almost added.
But she forced herself to remain calm and met his gaze again.
“If you hand me your phone, I’ll enter my number.”
The sound of the minister’s voice was getting closer, a man as immovable as a rock.
And since she hadn’t even saved the number on the business card he gave her, in her drawer at home, she couldn’t wait till she finished her schedule and got home.
‘Are you reacting this strongly because I hesitated once?’
If so, the one who feels regret should be more proactive. Rajin opened her bag and took out her phone.
“Or should I enter it here?”
As she reached out her hand again toward him, he looked straight at her as if asking, ‘Haven’t you entered it yet?’
“For fear it might sync to the chat app.”
He didn’t ask, but Rajin readily answered.
“I thought you wouldn’t call, that’s why I was going to save it. But now…”
“No! It’s really okay.”
Without further ado, urging him to just enter his number, Rajin gestured with her eyes. Then, he who had brows as neat as if painted, moved them slightly and skillfully navigated the keypad.
Only after pressing the call button did he take out his phone ringing from inside his jacket.
“I’ll think about the time and place and let you know.”
“Anytime after 8 PM would be good.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
As soon as the purpose was fulfilled, he turned around as if nothing had happened. A man of few words was one thing, but being so expressionless was another.
He sat rigidly, staring straight ahead as if trapped behind an invisible wall, with the bouquet of flowers in the center of the sofa being the only thing separating them.
Being a top star aside, this treatment was a first for her. Was it refreshing or just astonishing? Rajin could only feel dumbfounded.
Staring blankly at his motionless profile, like a frozen screen, she was startled by the minister’s hearty laughter as he re-entered the room.
The sky was crystal clear, without a speck of dust.
As a gentle breeze blew over from beyond the mountains, small petals fluttered in the air. Jiho, standing in front of the brown glass door, intently watched this scene.
Then, he suddenly thought of Rajin’s face, which had flushed like those petals.
‘Did I do the right thing?’
Jiho questioned himself.
Her gaze that seemed to be searching for something to say, her lips twitching as if suppressing words, and the way her eyes shook upon hearing Kim Yoojun’s name.
It bothered him too much.
Jiho mulled over his words and actions as he slowly descended the stairs.
Had they not been with the minister, he wouldn’t have been so rigid. But he couldn’t show any indication of his personal circumstances to her. It wasn’t the best approach, but it was an effort on his part, which she probably wouldn’t realize.
“Sigh…….”
The moment he stepped off the last stair, Jiho’s jacket pocket buzzed with his phone ringing.
“Ah, Hojin. I just got out. Yeah, I’m heading there now.”
Though he said that, Jiho strolled through the falling flowers as if he was out for a walk on a bright spring day.
“Aren’t you a bit too relaxed?”
As Hojin opened the passenger door, he made a remark.
“The weather’s nice today. It’s spring, spring.”
Hojin chuckled at Jiho’s sudden spring sentiment.
“Let’s talk in detail on the way.”
As Jiho buckled his seat belt, Hojin’s car sped off.
“The minister is just as we expected.”
“You mean he’s on Myungjin’s side?”
“Only circumstantially.”
Jiho, resting his arm on the window frame, murmured.
“Since the minister’s niece had a clumsy entanglement with Myungjin. There must have been some talks already.”
“What did the minister say?”
“Expressed high expectations for the special investigation and excessive encouragement. Then casually inquired about the schedule for the raids.”
“Ha! He asked about the raid schedule? That’s practically declaring he’s on Myungjin’s side.”
The cozy shadow of Myungjin Group.
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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