Hayan’s voice was strangely chilly, and Minje cleared his throat with a cough. Somehow, her face showed strong will not to accept criticism about her appearance.
“No, well, thanks for your hard work….”
MInje mumbled vaguely, gesturing for her to go about her business. Smiling as if to say when was it different, Hayan bowed politely.
“Well, then, excuse me.”
Watching Hayan’s back going up the stairs, MInje stroked his chin slowly. An unmanageable and strangely strange woman. Honestly, he didn’t know she would work so hard.
Making so much noise for a child’s request. Is that her natural personality, or is Jiho something special to her? Contemplating, Minje’s eyes became more profound.
Hayan, who didn’t know what Minje was thinking, pulled out her phone as soon as she came up to the second floor and launched an app called ‘Kids Note.’ This app was designed to view kindergarten-related announcements and photos of the children.
“It’s a really convenient world….”
Hayan chuckled and looked for Jiho’s previous photos.
“His expression is always the same.”
She examined several photos, but Jiho’s expression remained almost unchanged. Once again, worries began to flood her mind.
‘Well, it was just like that.’
The answer Jiho gave to the question about whether there was anything fun at kindergarten lingered in her mind. A child who describes kindergarten life as ‘just like that.’ It bothered her, feeling like Jiho perceived not only kindergarten but all aspects of life in that way.
At that moment, Jiho was playing with friends at kindergarten.
“Who was the pretty sister who waved at us this morning?”
“Did you get a mom?”
The kids who saw Hayan in the morning gathered around Jiho, unable to overcome their curiosity.
“No, not yet.”
Jiho gave a brief answer and then focused on the block toy he was building.
“I see. But what are you making?”
Since Jiho’s expression was quite serious, the kids quickly shifted their gaze to the blocks Jiho was working on.
Jiho was creating a unique shape, different from the usual airplanes, spaceships, or robots the kids often made.
“What does this look like?”
When Jiho asked, the kids’ expressions became a bit strange.
“Is that, by any chance, poop?”
“Teacher! Jiho made poop with blocks!”
“Huh? Who made what?”
The teacher doubted her ears. The most polite and exemplary child in the mischievous 6-year-old class was Jiho. However, it wasn’t another child; it was Jiho who made something?
“Seeing that they recognize it means I made it properly.”
A strange smile appeared on Jiho’s face. It was the mischievous grin of a troublemaking rascal, not much different from the smiles of other kids.
“Jiho, you made it really well.”
The teacher praised awkwardly. Well, if you play, you might as well make poop with blocks.
“But still, try making something different next time.”
However, from the perspective of a teacher who had to teach creativity and diversity, the teacher couldn’t help but make this request.
Hayan prepared Jiho’s bed, thinking about why the day seemed so short.
She searched for Jiho’s photos in the morning and spent the afternoon sitting in the studio, muttering, ‘What should I draw?’ Before she knew it, it was time for Jiho to return home. And after Jiho returned home, time passed even faster, and it was soon time to go to bed.
Hayan sat by the child’s bed, gazing at Jiho’s face with the yellow bedside light shining, finding it densely cute.
“Our Jiho must be popular because he’s handsome.”
Hayan smiled and brushed Jiho’s hair once.
“Well, he’s kind of like that.”
This child, where did he learn to speak like this? A hollow laugh involuntarily escaped at the seemingly arrogant attitude that seemed like humility turned upside down.
Suddenly, Kang Minje’s face came to mind. Perhaps he would react the same way. His face, speaking with a haughty expression as if having inherently superior genes, was graceful. Although she had fallen for such charm, the more she thought about it, the more inexplicable emotions surged.
“In times like this, you should respond humbly, saying, ‘No, it’s nothing, just popularity.'”
Hayan thought that it wasn’t too late to teach Little Kang Minje how to humble himself.
“Are you telling me to lie right now?”
When Jiho widened his eyes and asked, Hayan was momentarily dumbfounded.
“No, I’m not telling you to lie…”
“Then if it’s true, why are you saying it’s not?”
“…”
She was speechless. Hayan blinked, then let out a sigh. Well, adults always let the kids win. What would she achieve by trying to beat a child? After coming up with a reasonable excuse in her mind, Hayan casually changed the subject.
“Is Dad always this late?”
“When a new exhibition schedule is set, he’s usually like this.”
Seeing the child’s face momentarily darkening, Hayan regretted her words. She wondered if she had unnecessarily brought up something that might hurt the child.
‘Why isn’t anything ever easy…’
While inwardly chastising herself, Hayan smiled without revealing any trace.
“Now I’m here! Don’t worry because I’m with Jiho!”
“Really? It’s not very reliable, though.”
What did you say? Are you going to keep this up to the end? When Hayan flinched, Jiho chuckled as if to say, ‘When was it not like this?’ Jiho’s eyes sparkled like stars as he laughed.
“Well, who else is as reliable as me? No matter how difficult it is, it’s like that. You just don’t know how to see people, right?”
Hayan deliberately exaggerated, saying ‘tut-tut’ while sticking out her tongue. In front of Jiho, she couldn’t understand why she felt this way.
Awkward, tender, and melancholic… that kind of feeling.
Perhaps it was because she saw herself in Jiho, who, like a hedgehog, raised thorns to avoid revealing weakness. Despite being unable to clearly define this complex emotion, one thing was certain: she wanted to be helpful to Jiho.
Minje silently entered the dark house and stood in front of Jiho’s room. It had become a routine for him to only see the child’s face sleeping, unable to take care of Jiho’s sleeping arrangement.
A heavy sense of self-blame and apology clung to his heart, making it suffocating once again today.
Tick-tock, he cautiously opened the door to make sure Jiho didn’t wake up. Then, he saw an unexpected sight. Hayan was sleeping, leaning over Jiho’s bed.
‘Why is she sleeping here…?’
Why would she sleep in such an uncomfortable position? He approached her to wake her up.
With what kind of good dream was she smiling in her sleep?
“It seems like it’s a natural talent to make people uncomfortable.”
Minje slowly shook Hayan’s shoulders.
“Hey, Miss Jang Hayeon. Wake up.”
Hmm, Hayan slowly opened her eyes. Then, she blinked, unable to distinguish whether the handsome man in front of her was a dream or an illusion. It wasn’t until she realized that the man looking at her was Kang Minje that she jolted in surprise and quickly stood up.
“Oh, um, I guess I dozed off for a moment. Well then, I’ll be going.”
In an awkward moment, trying to quickly escape the room, Minje called her.
“Wait a moment, this…”
“Yes?”
With a puzzled expression, Hayan accepted what he was offering.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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