Hayan agonized, trying to quickly think of something to say. What should she say in such a situation?
“I’ll help you!”
She exclaimed confidently. Minje raised an eyebrow in surprise. Hayan rolled her eyes for a moment. She didn’t know how much, or in what way, she could help. Moreover, it wasn’t an issue she could rush into.
It might be established only if Minje willingly accepts her help, but whether he will appreciate her is uncertain. Hayan pondered if she had brought up unnecessary words, observing his expression.
At first, his expression, which was initially surprised, soon turned serious.
“I’ll gratefully accept that help.”
For some reason, Minje thought she might be able to bring about a change in the relationship with Jihu. Expectations rose that Jihu could live happily, laughing and playing like other kids of his age.
If that were possible, he was determined to accept any help gratefully.
“If that’s the case, I’ll do my best to help!”
Hayan said cheerfully with a bright smile.
Doing her best to help, huh? It felt like the roles had reversed, but Minje, feeling a bit lighter in his heart, simply smiled without saying anything more.
Saturday arrived. Hayan smiled meaningfully at Minje and Jihu during breakfast.
“Did you both remember that you have plans with me today?”
As Hayan had emphatically instructed him to keep his morning free from yesterday, Minje nodded.
“But what are we going to do?”
With wide eyes, Jihu asked, and Hayan, finding it cute, stroked his soft cheek, laughing.
“We’re going to do something very fun, so look forward to it.”
However, instead of anticipation, Minje and Jihu exchanged uneasy glances, feeling a strange sense of unease.
Seeing Minje looking into the art room where something was being prepared with suspicion, Hayan raised her head.
“Everything is ready now. Wear clothes you can dispose of; they might get dirty.”
Smiling and waving her hands, Hayan seemed cheerful, but Minje felt a burden lifted from his heart without saying anything else.
“Welcome. Today, we’re going to do something very fun.”
Hayan intentionally raised her voice to avoid awkwardness, but her face seemed to flush with embarrassment.
‘Damn, can’t anyone react a bit?’
Everyone stood in the same posture and gaze, as if they were all rich. Hayan sighed, looking at Minje and Jihu standing stiffly in one corner like a twisted handle.
“All right, both of you, roll up your pants and sleeves.”
But Hayan wasn’t going to back down so easily. Clapping her hands enthusiastically, she put on a show as if she were on a hunt.
Two men with awkward faces, pressed by Hayan’s momentum, began rolling up their sleeves at a brisk pace.
“Our Jihu will help, Nuna.”
With a playful touch, Hayan smoothly rolled up Jihu’s sleeves and pants. Turning around, she noticed Minje’s sleeves were haphazardly folded.
Oh, really. Unconsciously approaching Minje, Hayan grabbed his sleeve.
“We’re going to use paints. If your sleeves fall down later, it’ll be hard to lift them again.”
Treating Minje’s sleeves firmly, Hayan, who had been mindlessly folding them, finally came to her senses when his muscular forearm touched her hand.
Seeing his well-defined, solid biceps, her heart started to race unexpectedly.
Ah, am I going crazy? Hayan trembled her eyelashes, self-reproaching internally but steadfastly continued folding his sleeves without showing any signs.
“All right.”
Minje, without making eye contact, turned away from Hayan and chuckled. Where does this woman get such energy? Moreover, it was amusing how her thoughts were plainly visible on her face.
“As you can see around, I’ve prepared various colors of paint. You can either dip your hands or feet in and stamp on paper, or you can paint a picture.”
Hayan said, adjusting her expression. Although she ambitiously prepared a game for the father and son to naturally communicate, her confidence seemed to wane inexplicably.
“Dip the palms in paint, you say?”
Jihu asked with a serious expression. What’s wrong? Doesn’t he like it?
How on earth can a six-year-old be like this? With a groaning sound, Hayan glanced at Minje, pleading with her eyes.
Clearing his throat, Minje persuaded Jihu.
“Why? It seems like it’ll be a lot of fun.”
Minje’s tone, saying so, sounded like a completely programmed AI robot.
‘Oh, leave, these people are really…’
Hayan stared blankly, her forehead veins bulging at the conversation between the two. If you only saw this scene, you’d believe they were quarrelsome billionaires.
Jihu dipped his hands in paint and pressed them firmly on the paper. Seeing the clear fingerprints, curiosity sparkled in the child’s eyes.
“Now, try with your feet.”
After seating Jihu, Hayan applied the paint-covered roller to his foot.
“Ahaha, it tickles.”
When Jihu laughed, Hayan’s expression also loosened.
“Look at this. Footstamp.”
Pressing Jihu’s foot firmly on the paper, Hayan burst into a bright laugh. Then, with a mischievous face, she lightly stepped on Jihu’s foot.
“Oh? What do I do with this? The paint is all over the foot.”
Because she deliberately covered her foot in paint, Jihu’s foot quickly became a mess.
“Did you do that on purpose?”
“Huh? No?”
Hayan, who shook off the blindfold as if she were raising a flag, ran away from Jihu. However, Jihu chased after her, intending to revenge by stepping on her foot.
A new smile blossomed on Jihu’s face, a sight that made Minje’s gaze intensify.
As Hayan, who was hopping around the room as if playing tag, stepped not on the paper spread on the floor but on plastic, her body tilted.
“Huh?”
Struggling not to fall, someone supported her waist with a thump.
“Are you okay?”
In a posture almost embracing Minje, Hayan, surprised, looked up at him with wide eyes.
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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