Jiho felt strangely malfunctioned.
His mind, once filled with investigations, was now occupied by Lajin’s figure, as if under hypnosis. Why did she look so different today, always cautiously watching like walking on thin ice?
Is it because of the comfort of home? Or is this lively appearance her true self? Smiling at the overly excited Lajin, Jiho couldn’t help but smile too.
“Ah, I have that perfume too.”
“Is that so?”
“So, Mr. Jiho’s scent seemed familiar.”
As if the perfume, purchasable with money, were a special coincidence, she clapped her hands and liked it.
How beautiful that sight was. Nodding in agreement with what she said, Jiho continued the conversation with sincerity.
Between several ‘Is that so?’ and ‘I see.’ exchanged during the smiles, when the smiles became familiar. Jiho found himself in front of a large dining table. It felt as if the middle process had flown away, as if skipping time.
From a well-laughing guy to now a clumsy guy. Jiho found his malfunction strange and burst into a forced laughter.
“Mr. Jiho. Shall we discuss important matters after eating?”
“Please.”
“Give me your jacket. I’ll hang it up.”
Lajin’s cheek, reaching out with a white hand, gradually turned pink. No matter how naturally she acted, it must have felt awkward. Thinking that Lajin was making an effort, Jiho acted even more naturally.
“Shall we sit here?”
“Ah. Yes. Please sit there.”
As Jiho sat in the designated seat, she disappeared, appearing again repeatedly. Just watching her busy figure was enough to dispel any boredom.
“Last time, you couldn’t even eat properly because of Oh Jong-hyuk’s sudden visit.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. Well.”
Since there were many unexpected situations, skipping a meal was common for Jiho.
“To be honest, I thought a lot about the menu. I wanted to treat you to something delicious, but I wasn’t sure what would be good.”
Lajin, standing in front of the sink, glanced back.
“Delivery seems thoughtless, and I’m not good at cooking either.”
Huh, she sighed and bit her lip slightly. Then, she held a white plate in both hands.
“All I know how to make is kimchi fried rice.”
“I guess that’s it?”
With an apology for the ordinary menu, she put the plate down. Kimchi fried rice topped with a perfect egg fried, in front of it, grilled salmon and fruit salad were neatly arranged.
“Did you make it yourself?”
Although a simple question, she jumped like a rabbit finding an escape hole.
“Oh, yes. It’s nothing special, but I can guarantee the taste.”
While emphasizing ‘definitely,’ she seemed so unsure of herself that Jiho burst into a smile.
“Mr. Jiho is a prosecutor.”
?
“You don’t lie. I’ll believe you if you say it’s delicious.”
“I do lie. Depending on the situation.”
“Oh… that’s not right.”
Lajin sighed as if in despair, feeling defeated. Nevertheless, she alternated between glancing at the dishes and Jiho, as if she wanted to hear his taste evaluation.
In response to Lajin’s expectations, Jiho quickly tasted the kimchi fried rice. The mildness of the non-irritating oil, the coated rice grains with egg yolk, and the spiciness of the kimchi complemented each other quite well. Despite claiming to have only one skill, that one thing was exceptionally excellent.
“It’s really delicious.”
“Is it? It’s not a lie depending on the need, right?”
“Did you catch that?”
As Lajin, who was spooning food, stopped like a freeze frame, Jiho hastily intervened.
“Uh, um. I’ll order something else for you.”
“I’m just joking. Depending on the need.”
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Was the joke too serious? Jiho hurriedly extended his hand, feeling like she was misunderstanding. However, Lajin continued to stare, seemingly unbelieving, until Jiho’s plate was halfway empty.
“I guess I joked too seriously.”
“I thought the salt wasn’t right. How surprised you must have been.”
Today, she knew how to like, dislike, laugh well, and tease.
Is she feeling a bit more comfortable now? Just yesterday, she was a tearful mess, but today she looked completely different.
“Is it really edible?”
“It’s delicious. I like anything made at home, especially after ordering takeout so often.”
“Really?”
As Jiho nodded lightly, her spoon moved like a dance.
Since when had it become a routine to push aside a stack of documents like a mountain and have a simple meal? Today’s meal, simple but delicious, was indeed a rarity.
Accompanied by Lajin’s voice, like a gentle song, echoing without fancy dishes or expensive wine, it was no less than any other restaurant.
As they finished their plates, the conversation naturally shifted to Myungjin’s family visit.
Starting with how big and scary Kim Yujun’s hunting dog was, the complex structure of the Myungjin family, and Chairman Kim Gitaek’s study, it unfolded like scenes from a movie.
“Just a moment. I have something to show you.”
As she cleaned her plate, Lajin suddenly stood up. The white paper she presented was filled with small, round handwriting.
“Do you happen to know Won Sangsub?”
Why is the name of the Deputy Minister of Justice here?
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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