The murmured voice that came out like a sigh seemed to tremble thinly.
“But you saved us. Me, and our baby. We’re living like this, healthy and sound.”
Even though half of the body was covered in bruises and one leg was scraped against the floor.
While Tae-hee mumbled to herself, she was unexpectedly captivated by a subtle feeling.
Why am I trembling? From the arm that embraced Sa-jun, the touching bodies, tremors were spreading.
No, it wasn’t her. The large Sa-jun was shaking within her small embrace.
The dampness that moistened the exposed bare shoulder was providing another answer to Tae-hee.
If you were so afraid to the point of going crazy, it was regrettable how Sa-jun, who calmly assessed, organized, and moved in the situation, was full of regrets.
Comforting Sa-jun’s large back, Tae-hee said, “Sa-jun, holding back too much is foolish.”
While words were comforting, the bitter truth remained bitter.
“So don’t hold back. Even if you endure it from others, don’t endure it from me. Tell me everything, okay?”
“But I don’t want to. I always have to be perfect for you.”
Sa-jun, who exuded arrogance to the end, smirked, and Tae-hee, displeased, playfully slapped his back with the hand that was caressing him.
Well, it only hurt her hand.
“No matter what you do, you’re always perfect for me. Is that because you don’t know?”
“I don’t know about that. I’ll be perfect for you in my own way.”
Ah, really stubborn and arrogant. It was daunting to think about living with such a man for a lifetime. It didn’t seem all sweet and happy.
But can love truly be described as all sweet and happy?
No, it couldn’t.
Love had to be bitter, sweet, jealous, and spicy. Fighting, having cold wars, supporting each other, roasting each other—building a life together with accumulated affection was what a real couple was.
That’s why Tae-hee found this crazy, stubborn, and arrogant man who wholeheartedly relied on her so endearing.
Sa-jun, I love you to death.
Having fervently realized that feeling once again, Tae-hee looked at Sa-jun with eyes full of laughter.
As if asking him to look at her, she embraced and caressed his cheek, and only then did Sa-jun look at Tae-hee.
The black pupils were sunk low like a lightless abyss.
Meeting those eyes and gaze, Tae-hee laughed playfully.
“Is meticulous Sa-jun being a bit sulky today?”
Perhaps he had suffered enough mentally; Sa-jun, who was always clean, looked quite attractive now.
Scruffy cheeks, disheveled pupils, a wrinkled shirt, and stains like paint marks on the pants.
“Wait, I’ll go wash up.”
Tae-hee casually grabbed Sa-jun’s wrist, rising as if questioning why. Looking down at Sa-jun as if wondering why he was doing that, Tae-hee said, “I’m too hurt; I can’t wash alone.”
Having made her man cry, it was now time to make him smile.
“So wash me.”
With a dull thud, Sa-jun’s eyes, which had slowly closed, regained a glimmer.
11 p.m. As soon as Yeon-seo entered the house, she collapsed on the sofa as if she had fallen.
Her mental state was in tatters, and she didn’t even have the strength to twitch her fingers. Her once swollen, now dried-up eye sockets were dry from crying so much.
Closing her tightly shut eyes, Yeon-seo mumbled, “It can’t be. This must be a dream.”
Two hours before leaving work, she received a call from an unknown number.
From the moment she absentmindedly answered that call, hellish hours began.
The caller was the police. They informed her about her parents’ death and said that Yeon-seo, the daughter, had to confirm the identity of the deceased in the mortuary.
Although her whole body was trembling, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the face of the deceased for one reason only.
It was to say, “These people are not my parents.”
However, the man whose face was hard to recognize and the woman whose face was horribly disfigured were indeed her parents.
Yeon-seo fainted on the spot.
Regaining consciousness after about 30 minutes, Yeon-seo was now at the police station, listening to the explanation from the police.
Ok-hee drove the car and jumped into the lake, they said.
They suspected sudden acceleration but added that it seemed the conclusion would be murder followed by a joint suicide after checking the black box.
Yeon-seo, denying reality, said with a sob, “Our parents would never commit suicide, so please conduct a proper investigation.”
Only then did the police, who sighed lightly, show the black box footage they secured.
The moment she heard her parents’ conversation, it felt like all the blood drained from her body.
Min Tae-hee appeared, and the car, as if pushing Min Tae-hee aside, swerved across lanes and rushed onto the sidewalk.
“This is clearly attempted murder.”
The police calmly added, proceeding to the next video a few minutes later.
Yeon-seo, crying, said she couldn’t watch anymore at the brutal sound of Min Sun-tae assaulting Ok-hee, who had failed to escape from the car.
Instead of comforting Yeon-seo, the police’s gaze, silently watching her, was sharp.
What did he notice? This isn’t good.
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.]
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
