Gaeul’s response, leaning towards acceptance, made her smile broadly.
Gaeul grabbed the end of Kitae’s jacket, urging him to go outside.
The two of them entered the elevator. Kitae looked at Gaeul and asked, “Where are we going?”
“For now, to the gallery storage.”
“Storage? Why there?”
“Well…”
With every word, a smile appeared again on Gaeul’s face, which had been uttering ‘well’ repeatedly.
“You’ll know if you go.”
The explanation, while hoping for cooperation, was somewhat unkind.
Despite that, since Gaeul looked the happiest she had seen in recent times, Kitae unconsciously followed her steps.
They arrived at the gallery storage.
The storage located in the basement of the gallery prioritized humidity. A systematic system was in place to block any elements that could distort the paintings. Therefore, it was the place where the most money was invested.
While following Gaeul, Kitae, who looked at the paintings that caught his eye, quickly scanned through them. It was a habit developed while running the gallery business.
From the skill of the artist who painted the picture to the overall feeling and the message inside. The most important thing was whether this painting would bring in a significant amount of money, the potential.
Before being an art lover, I was a businessman. Unlike Gaeul, who warmly looked at paintings by other artists, I had to look at them objectively.
At that moment, Gaeul stopped and stood still. Kitae’s gaze also shifted to Gaeul.
As Gaeul stood still, she glanced down the side of one canvas.
Kitae, who glanced down at the painting behind Gaeul, soon burst into laughter. Wrapped in white cloth, it wasn’t clearly visible, but the glimpses of blue hues could be recognized.
It was the painting I had given her.
Discovering it, Gaeul’s expression looked delighted, like a child receiving a surprise gift.
Kitae touched the top of Gaeul’s head and asked, “When did you bring this here?”
“The day after you gave it to me. I asked the manager and secretly left it here.”
Gaeul embraced wrapped in white cloth.
“My studio is behind the garden, and it seems a bit humid there. What if it gets distorted? It’s a very precious painting to me…”
Suddenly, Gaeul smiled brightly. The laughter was particularly cheerful today.
“I got the painting; let’s go now, CEO.”
“Where to?”
“To the CEO’s apartment.”
As we headed towards the penthouse, I didn’t expect anything.
I knew in advance that what she wanted would be different from what I wanted, even if I didn’t know what she wanted.
What Gaeul wanted was to stroll around my father’s paintings, talk about paintings together, and nothing more.
Kitae, who had been watching Gaeul’s gaze from a distance as she looked at the paintings, let out a chuckle. He handed a warm cup of tea to Gaeul.
Seated on the sofa, Gaeul, without glancing at the tea Kitae handed her, was solely focused on .
Gaeul was deeply engrossed in her father’s painting, which she had taken out after a long time.
Kitae, sitting beside her, glanced at her enjoying her father’s painting and chuckled once again.
Knowing what she wanted to draw made it unexpectedly amusing.
She seemed to love paintings more than I thought. Just leaving the only lover in our little time alone.
Gaeul’s small head, cheekily and cutely nestled in the bold and cute position it had taken in my penthouse, was consistently swaying evenly left and right, seemingly delighted.
Leaning on Kitae’s arm, Gaeul continued to look down at the painting, and after a while, she finally spoke.
“CEO, what does this painting seem like to you?”
“What do you think?”
“Well, when CEO looks at it with his insight.”
Gaeul, who had been looking down at the painting, turned her head towards Kitae at the mention of his insight. Only then, Kitae reached out and pulled Gaeul’s cheek straight, looking at her.
“Don’t ask me for an honest critique.”
“Hmm?”
Due to Kitae pulling her cheek, Gaeul’s pronunciation got distorted. Finding it cute, Kitae laughed softly, glanced at the painting again, and replied coldly.
“Sorry, but I don’t rate this painting positively.”
Despite knowing that it was my father’s painting, the evaluation was fair and ruthless.
His expression looking down at her seemed to say, ‘You’re going to be hurt.’
Gaeul let out a small laugh secretly. His reaction to her question didn’t deviate much from what she had expected. Like everyone else, he also thought of this painting as one of her father’s works.
Of course, it wasn’t entirely wrong. Since the background was painted by her father, it was half right and half wrong.
Gaeul, grabbing her cheek as it tried to rise, urged his response. The mischievousness that was slowly rising suddenly poked its head out.
“Still curious. Aren’t you?”
Letting out a sigh at Gaeul’s urging, Kitae, pointing vaguely at the tree without sweetness, said, “The tree is lousy.”
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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