Geez. Entering quickly, Kita’s gaze fell on Gaeul, who was sitting on the chair with her knees held.
Gaeul’s face was not visible. Gaeul had her head buried in her knees.
Worried, Kita approached her and called her.
“Yoon Gaeul.”
As he asked, he gently covered the soft cheek that seemed to be smiling weakly with my hand.
“Just wanted to see you, so I called.”
Listening to the words, a sudden surge of sorrow came over.
Gaeul, with my hand covering her, lifted her head.
When Kita stood by Gaeul’s side and asked her what was wrong.
“Just wanted to see the manager.”
Bae Sisi-smiling Gaeul gently pressed her face against my just-touched palm.
“……All of a sudden?”
“Yes.”
Watching her perform an action she hadn’t done before, Kita raised an eyebrow and muttered, “Hm,” then smoothly reached into Gaeul’s armpit and hugged her effortlessly.
Holding Gaeul in his arms, Kita sat on the chair where Gaeul was sitting with a thud.
As Kita looked down at Gaeul, who buried her face in my palm, he chuckled and asked, “It’s not because of that, right?”
“……. ”
“Why is Yoon Gaeul in a bad mood? I’ve never had you act like this before.”
Whether she had a thought that she should appear more mature than her peers or not, she acted much more maturely than her peers.
Even if she complained silently to herself, she had never leaned on me like this before.
Kita urged again in a gentle tone.
“Who said that.”
Only then did Gaeul spit out a word.
“…No one said that.”
“Okay.”
“……. ”
Meanwhile, Gaeul, who had vented her frustrations to him, felt a bit awkward. It was a bit awkward for her to talk about Yeon-woo to him.
Anyway, she didn’t want him to be jealous of something she had already ended.
After a brief hesitation, Gaeul answered quietly.
“It’s the painting….”
“The painting?”
“I don’t like it.”
Gaeul raised her head slightly and looked at him.
Then, directly pointing to the canvas in front of her with a confused expression, he asked, “This?”
“Yes.”
At my answer, he looked at the painting for a moment with a serious expression, then turned his gaze back to me. Then, with a somewhat bewildered expression, he asked again.
“Is it really because of this painting?”
“…Yes.”
Well, my. Kita let out a chuckle.
Having finished speaking, Kita, who had shifted his gaze from Gaeul’s face, looked back at the canvas.
Let’s see, um…….
After scrutinizing the painting seriously for a while, he opened his mouth.
“It’s okay. It’s well drawn.”
Even though he praised her, Gaeul just lowered her head.
“I don’t like it. It’s… poorly drawn.”
Kita saw her acting like this for the first time.
‘Oh, I shouldn’t laugh.’ Gaeul was serious now.
Lifting Gaeul’s face with my hand, Kita, who seemed to be dissatisfied, finally said to her with a serious expression.
“You really drew it well.”
“Lies.”
“I would have said that in the gallery. You’ve improved a lot. If you don’t remember, ask Director Park.”
“……. ”
Gaeul didn’t answer his words, but she gradually felt better without realizing it.
The disappointment of not being able to see Father’s painting and the turmoil caused by my own foolishness gradually found solace.
Gaeul, taking in my unreasonable tantrum, leaned against his chest, hugging him tightly.
The familiar scent and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat flowing consistently. The touch that affectionately swept my hair falling down my back made my heart gradually loosen.
I was grateful for him silently comforting me, even when I didn’t respond.
After a while, Gaeul raised her head.
Although he knew I threw an unreasonable tantrum… somehow, I started to feel better.
In her usual tone, Gaeul spoke to him.
“You didn’t just say those things to make me feel better, did you?”
With a face no different from usual, he responded to my words as usual.
“Well, it’s a little bit of everything.”
He kissed my forehead and continued, “The painting isn’t bad, and I also want to cheer up my girlfriend.”
“…Tch. What’s that supposed to mean? If personal feelings are involved, it’s not an objective evaluation.”
“Is that important? My girlfriend’s feelings matter more to me.”
Gaeul burst into a pleased laughter at his cheeky response.
Then he asked, “Yoon Gaeul, are you feeling a bit better now?”
“Yes. I feel better, but…”
“…?”
I wanted to be in his arms a little longer. That alone fulfilled my longing.
Gaeul hesitated for a moment before saying, “It feels a bit insufficient.”
Waiting for my next words, he burst into laughter at my response.
He ran his fingers through my hair and messed it up. With a faint smile on his lips, he asked, “Really? Then, what should I do for you?”
In response to his question about what I wanted him to do, Gaeul bashfully placed my arms around Kita’s neck.
Then, embracing him tightly with both arms, she said, “I just want to stay like this a bit longer. Hug me tightly.”
He tightened the grip of his hands on my waist. And in a voice filled with affection, he said, “Sure. As much as you want.”
The next day, Gaeul gathered her strength and returned to the studio.
Wearing an apron for work and holding a brush, Gaeul took a deep breath and looked down at the canvas.
“Sigh… Should I try drawing it again?”
Yesterday, I couldn’t work much.
From today, I had to work overnight. The motivation wasn’t bad. My mood had improved considerably.
Forget it; the painting is now in the past.
Originally, that painting wasn’t something I could have.
Let’s not act like a fool next time.
Thinking like that, I could finally calm my mind.
Gaeul began to concentrate on her work again.
Thus, the lights that had entered Gaeul’s studio around lunchtime continued to shine until late at night.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
