There was no sleep crust in my eyes, no matter how much I looked.
I shivered, realizing I’d been teased again.
Ah, so infuriating.
It was a moment of realization that love is a paradoxical emotion.
So dearly loved, yet so maddening.
Hyesuk, petite and slender, usually ate very little.
But she finished a whole bowl of rice this morning, which worried me.
“Mom, aren’t you overeating this morning?”
“Today, the food’s going down easily. I guess food tastes better when eaten with others, right?”
Looking at Hyesuk’s gently smiling face, I glanced at Sajun, sitting next to her.
It seemed he was also enjoying his meal unusually well today.
“Mom, can I have some more rice?”
Sajun held out his empty bowl, and Hyesuk beamed.
“More soup too?”
“No, just rice.”
As Hyesuk stood up, I whispered to Sajun.
“Sajun, not eating breakfast and then overeating can cause indigestion, you know?”
“Food eaten with pleasure doesn’t cause indigestion.”
He’s really outdoing himself today.
Half in resignation, I coaxed him.
“You don’t have to try so hard. My mom already likes you enough.”
Though she finds you quite uncomfortable. I decided not to mention that part.
But to my concern, Sajun just grinned.
“Min Taehui’s gourmet tastes must come from your mother. Everything is delicious.”
Of course, Hyesuk’s food was well-prepared, but her seasoning tended to be on the stronger side.
Contrastingly, Sajun preferred his food almost unseasoned, like a carnivore.
I wanted to ask why, but decided against it.
By now, arguing was tiring and I doubted I could win. So I just decided to eat. He can take care of his own stomach.
Reaching for a quail egg, one of my favorite side dishes, I found it tricky to pick up the round egg with my clumsy chopstick skills.
If it were just Hyesuk and me, I’d simply scoop it up with a spoon.
But eating with Sajun, who’s a perfectionist, I couldn’t bring myself to do so and had been avoiding the eggs.
As I was debating whether to retract my already extended chopsticks, Sajun spoke up.
“Stop tormenting the innocent quail eggs.”
Captivated, I watched his graceful fingers effortlessly pick up a quail egg with his neat chopstick skills.
His proper grip, trained in dining etiquette, and his precise, efficient hand movements were unnecessarily elegant. I found myself charmed by such a trivial point.
Even his chopstick skills looked too good, which seemed unfair.
Gently placing the quail egg in my bowl, Sajun’s gesture was tender, but his voice, tossed carelessly without even a glance, was brusque.
“If you want something, just ask me.”
I couldn’t tell what was acting and what was genuine.
Just then, Hyesuk placed a rice bowl filled to the brim in front of Sajun.
“Thank you, mother,” Sajun replied smoothly and began to enjoy his meal again.
Hyesuk couldn’t take her eyes off him, beaming.
But a question suddenly struck me.
When did he start calling her “mother” instead of “aunt”? It seemed to have started today.
As I turned my head, puzzled, Sajun also turned, sensing my gaze.
“Why, you want me to pick up more quail eggs?”
Before I could decline, he had already placed another egg in my bowl.
Hyesuk commented, “Sajun is really kind-hearted when you look closely.”
“I’m not like that at all, I’m just like this with her.”
“Oh, only with our Taehui?”
Hyesuk’s eyes shone as if she had heard something astonishing.
“I’m bad at housework, so if you need someone, better ask me. I’m good at cleaning, and I can learn cooking from you. You’ll teach me, right?”
“Of course, anytime.”
Sajun’s sly smile completely melted Hyesuk’s heart.
Why don’t you show such charm to me? I grumbled inwardly and said to Sajun.
“Sajun, I want a quail egg.”
Might as well enjoy the situation.
“Come to the garage? Okay.”
I wondered why Sajun called, but he just asked me to come to the garage.
Usually, he’d park his car in front of the house and call me, but what’s with him today?
“Don’t follow me to the garage, mom.”
Standing at the front door, Hyesuk seemed hesitant, almost wanting to say something. Finally, I couldn’t hold back and spoke to her.
“If you have something to say, just say it, mom.”
Biting her lower lip tightly, Hyesuk cautiously began to speak, glancing at me.
“Taehui, your mom really likes Sajun. And you don’t hate him either, right?”
“…….”
“Seeing you two together, it looks nice.”
Embarrassed, Taehui looked away, feeling like Hyesuk had noticed her impure feelings towards Sajun.
“I’m going, mom.”
Leaving the house, Taehui headed for Sajun’s garage, touching her cheek.
I should be careful. If even the oblivious Hyesuk noticed, Sajun might as well.
Arriving at Sajun’s garage, Taehui was taken aback.
Stepping back in surprise, she took in the sight before her.
A bouquet of mist flowers, as big as Taehui herself.
“……What’s this?”
“Flowers, what else?”
As Sajun casually replied, lowering the bouquet, Taehui took in his appearance.
Instead of casual clothes, Sajun wore a suit. It was a neat black suit, but on him, slightly loosening his tie, it exuded a sexy, decadent charm.
“Why are you dressed up in a suit? And what’s with these flowers?”
“I’m confessing.”
Sajun calmly spoke, extending the bouquet again.
“Min Taehui, will you date me?”
For Taehui, the timing of Sajun’s confession was too sudden.
She thought it would happen in Seoul.
Instead of taking the bouquet, Taehui murmured to herself.
“Mist flowers.”
She had mentioned to Sajun just once.
She didn’t like flowers, but if she had to choose, she’d prefer mist flowers, unostentatious and scentless.
Who knew Sajun would remember that?
Perhaps that’s why.
Even though she knew their relationship was an emotionless contract, her heart fluttered.
As Taehui slowly reached out to take the bouquet, Sajun spoke as if he had been waiting.
“Tell me, Min Taehui. What’s your condition for dating me?”
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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