“That no-good brat. What kind of language is that to use with your grandmother? Should I give him a good smackdown?”
“See?”
Gyo Hwan looked at Seung Yul.
“Why, Grandma, do you keep saying such things to your precious grandson? We don’t have many grandsons, and we only have one father. Why do you keep talking about smacking down his private parts?”
Hyo Jin, who hadn’t even spent a night there yet, got angry. It was already upsetting that his name was similar to Grandpa Goh Ha.
“It’s fine, Professor. It’s only been a day or two.”
Gyo Hwan pinched his forehead with his thumb and index finger and sighed deeply.
Ah, he found it more frustrating to restrain his sister-in-law than to deal with his mother, who hit him.
Madame Bang Mi Hee’s eyes widened in surprise.
“If you keep doing this to my father, will you stop coming to play cards in the future?”
“You little brat.”
Seeing that she had gone all out with cursing.
“Stop cursing and make a promise quickly. Will you keep doing this or not?”
Now, instead of nagging, Bang Mi Hee yelled at Hyo Jin, as if she were trying to teach her.
“Give me the money! If you’re going to talk like that!”
“Huh? Grandma said she’d give it to me for five hundred won!”
“When did I say that?”
“Bang Mi, I was trying to borrow money from the professor, but Bang Mi said she only needed five hundred won.”
The baby who had been watching from the side spoke up in support of Hyo Jin.
“Traitor.”
Madame Bang Mi Hee shook her hand, which was trembling with anger.
“If you want to play together, just promise not to curse in front of the professor. Bang Mi messed up. Why are you calling me a traitor?”
By cursing like that, Dad would step in and separate me from the professor!
“Madame, please snap out of it!”
Madame Bang Mi Hee, who would normally have cried as if she had been beaten, pounded her hands on the blanket, shouting.
“What I’m talking about is not Daegam, but Gyo Hwan!”
“What, Grandma, what are you saying now?”
Hyo Jin, startled and trying to cover her mouth, stood up, but it was already too late.
“I saw it all. You and Gyo Hwan, alone together on a moonlit night. Under the eucalyptus tree…!”
Oh my. When did the mentally unstable nobleman see and remember such things?
Hyo Jin, shocked and unable to close her gaping mouth, looked at Seung Yul.
“Professor, is what Bang Mi said true?”
“No. It’s unbelievable.”
Madame Bang Mi Hee turned Seung Yul’s shoulders towards herself.
“Daegam! Are you believing what this girl is saying, rather than what I’m saying?”
“Schemer. She’s telling me to sow discord because I like the Professor. I won’t play with Bang Mi from now on!”
Seung Yul was so angry that he pushed away Madame Bang Mi Hee’s hand and stood up.
“Daegam!”
Madame Bang Mi Hee hurriedly followed Seung Yul, who was leaving, with determined steps.
Hyo Jin, left alone with Gyo Hwan, was at a loss.
“What should we do? It seems like Grandma saw everything.”
“What are you worried about? I firmly denied it.”
The corners of Gyo Hwan’s eyes narrowed as he stood up from his seat.
“Wow. Dad, are you angry by any chance?”
I said it wasn’t me?
“How long will you call me ‘Dad’? You even gave me homework.”
In an instant, the distance between their narrowed faces was filled with the soft scent of skin, which tickled Hyo Jin’s nose.
Seon’s delicate lips, slender nose, and cool eyesight that swept down made Hyo Jin feel embarrassed, and she lowered her gaze as if shy.
“Well, it’s still a bit early.”
“What’s with that again? I’m only your twenty-eighth.”
Ha, really touchy. I didn’t see it that way.
“What do I do if I call him ‘Dear’ and someone overhears?”
“Dear?”
Gyo Hwan, who hadn’t prepared any titles himself, raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t you think ‘Dear’ is a pretty word? It means that person is soon mine.”
So when she dates a man, she wanted to call him ‘Dear,’ but she couldn’t call someone older than her ‘Dear.’ Her father always calls her Spring Teacher, emphasizing it.
“So, what do you think, ‘Dear’?”
Not ‘Dear,’ but ‘Dear’?
“‘Dear’?”
Hyo Jin, who saw Gyo Hwan chuckle softly and smile, pursed her lips.
Sigh. He’s making fun of me again. He told me to think about it.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why? All of a sudden?”
“You’ll understand when you close your eyes.”
Gyo Hwan, with an inscrutable look in his deep eyes, brushed his hair back, covering his white neck.
“Huh, Dad, are you really going to do that here? It’s not what I had in mind, is it?”
What if someone walks in while we’re doing this!
“Do you think I know what you’re going to do? I just told you to close your eyes.”
Without even thinking about giving rice cakes, Hyo Jin, who had sipped a bowl of kimchi soup, closed her eyes slowly, looking content.
“You’re sweet.”
His thumb or index finger, it was hard to tell, gently stroked the nape of her neck, which felt as soft as cotton.
His breath, infused with a soft scent of skin, poured over her quivering eyelids.
Huh, what is he trying to do exactly?
With her eyes closed and the sensation of cold metal touching her skin, Hyo Jin’s hair stood on end.
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.”
