“I don’t actually behave like this with just anyone.”
Hyojin, feeling mischievous, playfully nibbled on Kyohwan’s lower lip, which came back for another kiss.
Ha. Provoked by an unexpected challenge, Kyohwan furrowed his brow as if he had experienced significant discomfort.
“Are you trying to seduce me now?”
Even though he was already trying to suppress his desires.
“Father, let’s go make a snowman with Seungyul!”
Hyojin, fearing they might end up in the bedroom, quickly took a step back.
It seemed like they needed a cold snowball fight or something to cool down their burning desires.
“Seungyul! Join us too!”
Hyojin, wearing a padded coat, came out and cheerfully called Seungyul, clapping her hands together.
“I don’t want to! Let’s play together, just the two of us!”
Seungyul, who didn’t want to witness their affectionate gestures, turned away abruptly.
“See, even Seungyul says it’s better to play with Roy.”
The sluggish sound of their father’s voice only exacerbated Seungyul’s irritation.
The slow, drawn-out sound of their father’s voice only aggravated Seungyul’s annoyance.
Well, even Dad must prefer me hanging out with the teacher.
“Wow, it looks like your dad really loves Mom a lot.”
Roy, with wide-open eyes, pointed at the two of them.
“Look over there.”
Dad held the snow-covered stairs as if he were handling a toddler taking their first steps, making sure the teacher didn’t slip.
The teacher leaned into Dad’s touch, allowing her body to relax, and affectionately brushed the snow off her head.
Even from a distance, their loving gazes, filled with adoration, were clearly visible.
“Miss Bong, she’s not our mom.”
Seungyul felt a scratch in his heart and clenched his fist tightly.
“Mom? But you said at school that she’s our mom and that you and Dad are going to get married soon.”
Roy’s eyes widened.
“I actually lied. The mom who gave birth to me passed away.”
“Really? When did she pass away?”
Roy stared at Seungyul, who looked down and didn’t respond, as if he were perplexed.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Then, as if feeling embarrassed, he started making crunchy sounds by stepping on the snow.
“I was really grateful earlier.”
Seungyul, who had been rolling a snowball, stopped.
“For saving me.”
To Roy, he seemed like a prince who had come to rescue a princess in distress.
“But where’s the bathroom around here?”
“The bathroom?”
Roy, whose cheeks had turned pale from the cold wind, suddenly began to bounce on his legs.
“Hey, where are you guys going?”
Hyojin called out to the kids crossing the vast garden.
“To the bathroom!”
Roy answered on behalf of Seungyul, who didn’t even respond.
“Then I’ll tell you the password, so use the one in the teacher’s room.”
It would be troublesome to go back into the house again.
Seungyul, as if it were a good idea, took Roy with him to Hyojin’s nearby room.
When he opened the door, warmth flowed out, and laziness crept up his spine.
While Roy went to the bathroom, Seungyul, who had been wandering around the room, discovered a jewelry box on the desk.
“…?”
The white gold pendant, adorned with transparent water droplet diamonds, had familiar initials engraved on it.
HJ ♥ GH.
Seeing the date inscribed on the necklace, Seungyul felt a surge of anger, as if tears were about to burst out.
It was from this time.
The teacher, who he thought was his person, became his dad.
Not knowing that, Seungyul had even thought of marriage with the teacher just because he didn’t want to part with her.
He looked out the window at his dad and the teacher standing in the garden.
The sight of his dad and the teacher together seemed ridiculously happy.
Dad, who was smiling with the corners of his eyes, also presented a tender sight that Aunt Hanna had never witnessed before.
From a young age, Grandma had ingrained in Aunt Hanna’s ears that if Dad remarried, there would be a new mom. However, she never anticipated that the person would be my beloved teacher.
Why did it have to be the teacher? There are so many women who like Dad.
She should have just married Aunt Hanna if that’s what she wanted. She shouldn’t have opposed it, and she shouldn’t have lent her the worry dolls.
Seungyul regretted everything.
Now she knew it was useless.
When everyone was trying to make a good impression on Dad, the only one who had fought alongside her against Dad was the teacher!
Her hand trembled as she held the necklace.
“Wow, this is really pretty.”
Roy, coming out of the bathroom, looked at the necklace in his hand and sparkled his multi-colored eyes.
“Really?” Seungyul replied with a touch of bitterness. “If it’s pretty, then you can have it.”
“Really?”
“Sure? If you like it, you can have it,” Seungyul said with a mischievous smile.
“Really?” Roy’s eyes sparkled as he received the necklace.
“I’ll give it to you as a souvenir for coming to our house.”
This is the one Dad gave to the teacher.
I can buy the same one for the teacher.
That night,
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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