Hayan admired his features up close. A walking David statue. She felt like she knew why such a descriptor was attached to him.
From the finely sculpted forehead and defined eyebrows to the straight nose and sensual lips, each feature individually was attractive. However, when combined into one face, it elicited nothing but admiration.
Moreover, people have their own preferences. Kang Minje’s face, as if the creator perfectly reflected Hayan’s ideal type, hit her taste spot-on.
Perhaps that’s why. Seeing his face and feeling his firm arm supporting her waist, her entire body stiffened. She felt paralyzed, unable to decide what to do.
As she blinked her eyes, still in his embrace, Minje chuckled and lightly tapped Hayan’s nose with his finger.
“Like a cat.”
A quite charming cat. Minje laughed without uttering the latter part of his statement.
Only now did Hayan regain her senses, staggering out of his embrace.
“W-What did you just do?”
Apparently uneasy about his actions, Hayan’s eyes became somewhat suspicious.
“Uh, your nose seemed dark!”
Jihu, looking at Hayan, giggled and exclaimed.
“What? What did you say?”
Hayan walked up to the mirror to check her appearance. Her nose indeed looked like a smeared cartoon.
“Hmm, will it come off like this?”
Minje’s once-smiling face stiffened at Hayan’s cold words.
“Oh, sorry. It was just a joke.”
Due to the eerie energy emanating from Hayan, Minje retreated subtly. Then, he placed Jihu in front of him like a shield. A bewildered Jihu stepped forward, clapping his hands toward Hayan.
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Sorry, but such words won’t work on me. After all, Dad and son come as a set, right?”
Hayan grabbed a paint container, and with Jihu’s shoulders trembling, she said, “Dad, do something!”
Although Jihu turned his head and asked Minje for help, he didn’t know how to stop Hayan.
“The best solution is… to run away!”
Taking Minje’s words as a signal, both of them quickly scattered.
“Don’t stand there!”
Hayan, holding a paint container, rushed towards them.
Ugh, splat, the studio turned into chaos. Later, when they regained their senses, Minje and Jihu found themselves holding paint containers each.
“What in the world… What happened here?”
Miran, who finished preparing lunch, was astonished as she looked at the three disheveled individuals. Playing around without a thought, they ended up with paint all over their bodies.
The three of them couldn’t say a word, looking like kids scolded by their mother.
“In this state, we can’t even have lunch. Go wash up quickly. I need to heat the soup again…”
Seeing Miran’s sigh, mixed with amazement, they quietly slipped out of the kitchen. Then, as their eyes met, they burst into laughter.
I couldn’t remember when I had smiled so thoughtlessly and brightly.
“I’ll go wash up quickly.”
Until the friendly figures of Hayan and Jihu going upstairs were no longer visible, Minje quietly stood and watched.
Having never received affection, he didn’t know the feeling of lines slowly wearing away. Thus, he rigidly adhered to sharp principles in every aspect of life. He was a relentless idealist, having only broken his own principles once three years ago.
He clearly kept the line he drew, and anyone who crossed it wasn’t left alone. That was Kang Minje’s way of life.
He knew well that no matter how lenient he was in his heart, it was of no use. The world was always cruel, regardless of his feelings.
Having learned how to survive at a young age, he preferred being called a ‘tough guy.’ It felt like acknowledgment for how he had lived.
However, he felt that way again this time. The sensation of his principles breaking, just like three years ago.
Well, bringing Hayan into the house at Jihu’s request was already abnormal, so this might be the expected result.
Entering the bathroom to wash up, he looked at the mirror and chuckled again. Did that woman anticipate this outcome, even suggesting he might have to discard his clothes?
His entire body was blotchy with paint marks. Seeing himself, Minje couldn’t help but laugh. It was the first time he stood in front of a mirror like this in his life.
But one thing was certain; he didn’t dislike it.
It was a lazy afternoon with the gentle breeze of spring. Jihu, having read a book and scribbled drawings, seemed bored, setting down the colored pencils in his hand.
Hayan, reading a magazine about art, chuckled and asked, “Bored? Want to go out?”
“What can I do outside?”
Seeing the doubtful expression of a child not trusting himself, Hayan made a bitter expression. If her assumptions were correct, Jihu probably spent most of his time indoors.
“Jihu, you haven’t played outside much, have you?”
“I went to art museums and galleries with Dad a lot.”
Calling that ‘playing.’ I don’t know exactly where to draw the line when interfering with this rich guy, but to express ‘playing’ like this, Jihu would have to sweat profusely.
“The yard is so spacious.”
Hayan muttered to herself, then looked Jihu in the eyes and said, “I’ll make sure you’re not bored, so don’t worry.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
