What crowned Kang Sajun’s appeal was his face. His small face with distinct features seemed like a masterpiece created by the gods.
His looks were deceptive, and his background even more so. Currently, he’s living a free life as the president of Club Gio, but someday, he’ll be the heir to the Seomun Group.
His father is the chairman of Seomun Group, and his grandfather, a three-time Prime Minister and still a hidden power in politics.
Kang Sajun had it all, including an extraordinary intellect granted by heaven.
Would there be any woman who wouldn’t harbor feelings for such a perfect man? Until a month ago, Taehui was confident she was that sole woman.
But it turned out she was not immune to feelings; she just hadn’t been aware of them.
Once she became aware, she could no longer interact with Sajun as before. She needed time to think and sort out her feelings, but she couldn’t possibly confess that. Taehui waved her hand dismissively, hiding her tangled emotions.
“Let’s not talk. What would I even have to say to you?”
Friendship turning into romance is surprisingly common, but for them, it was impossible. From the moment they became friends 13 years ago under extraordinary circumstances, their relationship had been defined as just that.
Still, feeling somewhat offended, Taehui glared at Sajun with sharp eyes.
Sensing her hostility, Sajun slightly furrowed his brows.
“What’s with that look?”
Taehui furrowed her brow in response.
Those indifferent eyes of Sajun were what irritated Taehui the most right now. He had unintentionally touched a feeling she never knew she had, making her aware of it, but then acted as if it didn’t matter to him.
Even if it was unintentional, there was one thing she needed an apology for: assuming she would naturally come up to read him a book despite her having dressed up and made an effort.
“Kang Sajun, apologize. I took two hours to get ready and you just…”
“Sorry.”
But before she could finish, Sajun’s quick apology made Taehui even more irritated.
“Hey! I wasn’t done talking!”
“You’d want to hear the apology quickly anyway.”
Sajun’s logic was strangely compelling. Even though he was the one needing to apologize, he made it feel like the other person was the one bowing down.
“You’re not sincere, are you?”
“What makes it sincere? Then why don’t you, the smart Mintaehui, tell me?”
Sajun, who had everything, didn’t need sincerity. Taehui thought it was pointless to explain as it would only make her own heart ache. She shook her head slightly.
Then Sajun leaned in close, resting his head on Taehui’s slender shoulder.
“Taehui, my head hurts and I can’t sleep.”
They often leaned on each other like this, but it wasn’t the same for Taehui anymore.
The low and even breaths near her ear, the deep scent wafting to her nose, and the not-so-heavy weight on her shoulder started to make her heart race ridiculously.
This is driving me crazy.
Muttering internally and biting her lip, Sajun continued as if sighing.
“So, help me sleep.”
Taehui sighed softly in response to Sajun’s child-like behavior.
For the past three years, whenever he had severe insomnia, she read to him. It was no big deal when she hadn’t realized her feelings, but now it was different. She wanted to avoid being alone with him in intimate settings like a bedroom until she sorted out her feelings.
So, Taehui pushed Sajun’s chest away, seemingly annoyed.
“Stop bothering me and just take some medicine.”
Sajun chuckled as if he heard a funny joke.
“Medication builds tolerance. But you, you don’t have any side effects or build tolerance.”
“Then find someone else. You have enough money to hire a voice actor with a nice voice.”
There were times she fell asleep first while reading boring books about business or real estate to him, waking up in his bed. She had silently slipped away a few times just because they shared the same bed, her heart dropping at the thought.
Thinking about it, she might have been conscious of Sajun since then.
Wait, since when have I had feelings for him?
As this thought crossed her mind, Taehui felt annoyed again.
Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Sajun answered seriously.
“Don’t you know I lack social skills? I can’t sleep with strangers around. You’re my only friend, and I don’t want to ask Jinwon hyung to read to me. And Taehui.”
Sajun lifted his head, bringing his face close, their eyes meeting.
“I like hearing your voice.”
Taehui couldn’t take her eyes off his stunning face, their breaths intertwining from the proximity.
Thinking about it, she realized she wanted to see this face, which was why she wanted to go to Gio.
Her heart felt tight, her body tingled, she’d put extra effort into her appearance tonight just to look good for Sajun.
I really am crazy.
Fancying Kang Sajun, her 13-year-long guy friend, and that too the forbidden fruit.
It was all Sajun’s fault.
If she had just left it alone, she would have never realized these impure feelings. Like right now.
Taehui, annoyed by Sajun’s constant release of a strong pheromone-like charm, mercilessly kicked his shin with the tip of her shoe.
“If you’re going to flatter me, at least put some effort into your words.”
“Ouch! Mintaehui, you really…”
Sajun groaned lowly, bending over in pain. Seeing this, a smile finally spread across Taehui’s face.
That serves him right. This is why I wear pointed heels.
“Really? You’re going to finish that sentence?”
Finally straightening up, Sajun spoke to Taehui with a serious expression.
“You’re maddeningly attractive.”
See, when he’s desperate, he grovels soullessly. Yet, those soulless comments weren’t entirely unpleasant like before.
“Let me make it clear, from today onwards, I won’t read for more than 30 minutes. If you can’t fall asleep by then, consider it ineffective and I’ll stop. Also, once you’re asleep, I’m definitely leaving. I’ll avoid Haeseong oppa, turn off my phone, everything. Got it?”
Bluffing her way in was Taehui’s last shred of dignity.
As she passed Sajun, a pleasingly low chuckle reached her ears.
Sajun rarely laughed out loud. Curious, Taehui couldn’t help but glance back, but immediately regretted it.
His stunning upper body was exposed, leaning casually against the wall, looking like a scene from a photo shoot. His languid face with elongated eyes and lips, blooming like a flower with laughter.
It’s totally unfair how he can take one’s breath away just by breathing. Grumbling internally, Taehui continued walking as the door closed behind her.
Let him be.
Sajun’s words lingered, spoken with a slow roll of his tongue.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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