Heegu decided to temporarily set aside his desire for a prominent daughter-in-law. He would respect his grandson’s wishes and wait a bit longer. After all, loving a woman was a good start. Once married, his strong-willed grandson would manage.
Even if the grandson failed in his love quest, Heegu had nothing to lose. The grandson, having waited, would then likely follow his instructions without complaint.
Concluding his thoughts, Heegu asked leisurely.
“So, Sejoon, how do you plan to woo this girl?”
“She has one thing she likes.”
The grandson’s eyes sharpened, and Heegu held his breath in anticipation.
“A transactional relationship.”
“…?”
“If I find the right conditions that intrigue her and propose a deal, we’ll date. That’s how I’ll slowly make her mine. She needs to be wooed with a meticulous strategy.”
Heegu couldn’t laugh, despite the absurdity of this ‘strategy.’ It seemed his grandson was serious, though inexperienced in love.
Heegu, unable to hold back, cautiously spoke.
“Sejoon, which woman would fall for such an unrealistic condition…”
“She will.”
His grandson’s soft voice carried a certainty that seemed genuine.
Just then, the grandson checked his phone and said something even more absurd.
“Grandpa, can you pack some sweet corn soup for me?”
Heegu was exasperated.
“This isn’t a restaurant, boy. How am I supposed to get you soup?”
“Use your power to ask the kitchen or a chef you know. You still have that much influence, don’t you?”
Heegu wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not. Although he had stepped back, he acknowledged he still held power. But his grandson had never asked for help before, making this first request quite unexpected.
“Why, does that girl want it?”
Heegu casually threw the question, and the grandson immediately responded.
“Yes, so hurry up.”
The usually relaxed grandson was now impatient, making Heegu anxious too.
“Alright, I don’t know anymore.”
Heegu called out to the butler loudly.
“Housekeeper! Housekeeper! It’s an emergency!”
Taehui’s irregular period, unfortunately, started today. She sent a message to Sajun.
[My body suddenly feels bad. Let’s postpone the strategy meeting to next week.]About an hour after sending the message, Taehui, who had been lying dead on the bed, suddenly grabbed her phone and glared at it.
“Hey, Kang Sajun. If you read the message, you should reply, reply.”
Something like ‘Okay,’ ‘Rest well,’ or ‘Are you okay?’ It’s not difficult to send a short reply, but why is he ignoring it?
For 13 years, Taehui never received a reply or call from Sajun. Even when she was unreachable for over two weeks, there was no call or message.
She had grown accustomed to being ignored by Sajun, always accepting it as normal.
But after acknowledging her feelings, even the smallest things made her feel extremely upset and sorrowful.
“This is why I didn’t want to fall in love.”
It was the same with her first love, Je-hyun.
Things were bearable when he was just a senior, but when they started dating, her entire focus and heart were on Je-hyun.
She lost sleep over small things, got hurt, felt jealous, yet still felt excited and happy.
He was the kindest, most considerate man she had ever met. A sunny man with a gentle smile and charming eye smile.
She fell helplessly in love, thinking she could trust and love him.
But Seontae, who couldn’t stand to see Taehui forget Kang Sajun, the golden ladder to her future, made his move.
Je-hyun quietly chose to break up when promised to pay off her parents’ debts and fund her studies abroad.
Despite believing in him and loving him deeply.
“I love you, Taehui. I know it’s shameless to ask, but can you wait for me?”
Taehui decided not to believe those words.
If he really loved her, he would have rejected the money and chosen her. How could she trust him?
Je-hyun left, and after being completely heartbroken, Taehui made a decision.
Never to fall in such love again.
But now…
“I’m doing another foolish love again.”
Taehui sighed in self-mockery and grimaced.
The pain in her lower abdomen felt like it was scraping her sensitive nerves raw.
She threw her phone away, muttering softly.
“Kang Sajun, I’m in pain.”
On the days her period started, Sajun used to deliver corn soup and medicine. But now he was at his grandfather’s house and wouldn’t escape until tomorrow afternoon.
That meant no corn soup and suffering from menstrual pain until tomorrow.
Curling up like a shrimp, Taehui clutched her abdomen.
“Just endure today, it’ll be alright.”
Thinking so, she closed her eyes. But then the doorbell rang.
There was no delivery expected on a Sunday, and no one was supposed to visit.
Taehui wanted to get up and ask who it was through the intercom, but her body wouldn’t move.
Lying still with a pale face like a corpse, the doorbell stopped, and then her phone rang. She checked the caller ID listlessly, her eyes widening in surprise.
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, doubting what she saw, but it was indeed Kang Sajun.
It wasn’t a first kiss or a first love but the first phone call.
“……Who is this?”
Even as she answered, Taehui couldn’t believe it.
[Why didn’t you open the door?]But the slightly slanted deep voice was unmistakably Kang Sajun’s.
Taehui was apprehensive, as it was unusual for him to ring the doorbell and call. She asked in a guarded voice.
“What’s up with you? Why did you call?”
[I’ll enter the passcode and come in, so don’t be scared.]Before she could respond, the call ended abruptly. Hearing the sound of the passcode being entered, Taehui just rolled over to face the entrance.
Soon, the door opened, and Kang Sajun walked in. With his large stature, he filled the narrow doorway, and Taehui stared at him blankly.
In her small one-room apartment, Sajun reached the bed in just a few steps. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he looked down at Taehui, a faint smell of alcohol emanating from him.
“How did you get here?”
“I drove, what do you think, walked?”
She wasn’t asking about his mode of transportation but rather how he managed to escape. However, Taehui was not in the mood for wordplay, nor did she have the energy to snap back due to the sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
So, she bit her lip and closed her eyes, cursing the dreadful menstrual pain. Just then, a soft sigh brushed past her ear.
“Taehui, are you in a lot of pain?”
His large hand gently covered her forehead, damp with cold sweat.
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
