What Yerin picked up was a soft cushion.
With fluffy stuffing inside, it seemed a gentle way to nudge Ihyeon without hurting him.
Yerin lightly tapped Ihyeon’s arm with the cushion.
“Director.”
After a few taps with the cushion, Ihyeon, seemingly bothered, turned to lie on his other side.
“Ah, really…”
Her efforts to tuck him in were in vain.
Ihyeon, apparently feeling stuffy, pulled his arms out from under the blanket and dragged it down towards his waist.
His sculpted abs were now even more visible.
“Uh!”
Yerin peeked through her lashes at Ihyeon.
The blanket was precariously placed just around his waist.
Her only thought was to wake him up quickly.
Yerin began to tap Ihyeon’s arm more vigorously with the cushion.
It resembled a playful pillow fight, but it was the only option since she couldn’t touch him directly.
“Director.”
“Hmm.”
“You need to wake up.”
Despite her efforts, Ihyeon barely furrowed his brow and showed little response.
‘Should I just go and really hit him?’
Just as she was contemplating this, Yerin changed tactics.
She took a tissue from the bedside, rolled it up lengthwise, and approached Ihyeon’s face with it.
“Ticklish, aren’t you?”
Gently, she stroked the rolled tissue near Ihyeon’s nose.
“Please wake up, Director. I’ll do anything if you just get up.”
She was that desperate.
Already five minutes had passed in her attempts to wake him.
This meant they only had 25 minutes left.
Just as she thought she might have to physically pull him out of bed, Ihyeon slowly lifted his eyelids, seemingly tickled.
Elated, Yerin couldn’t help but exclaim loudly.
“Are you awake?”
“Secretary Han?”
“Yes, Director. It’s me. We don’t have much time…”
“I’ll do anything?”
“Huh?”
Ihyeon, with a sudden movement, grabbed Yerin’s wrist, which was still holding the tissue near his nose.
Caught off guard by his strength, Yerin lost her balance.
She was pulled by Ihyeon’s force, her body teetering.
Her slippers slid across the polished marble floor as if on ice.
She ended up on the bed, more precisely, on Ihyeon’s chest.
“Uh-oh?”
Yerin was startled.
Meanwhile, Ihyeon, seemingly amused, just smiled and looked up at her.
He reached out, sleep still in his voice, and gently touched her cheek.
Wait, was he awake the whole time?
Since when?
Without realizing his hand was on her cheek, Yerin asked.
“Director, were you awake and pretending not to be?”
“I was just about to get up when Secretary Han said that.”
Yerin squinted her eyes.
Their gazes intertwined at close range.
Ihyeon slowly opened and closed his eyes, now fully waking.
“You did say you’d do anything.”
Caught by her own words, she couldn’t refuse.
Refusing might mean Ihyeon would decide to sleep in and skip the breakfast meeting.
“Within my capabilities…”
“Of course. I won’t ask Secretary Han to buy an island in Hawaii or something.”
“Huh?”
“Just a joke. A metaphor, not an actual request.”
Why did she feel relieved at that moment?
“I’ll think about what to ask for later.”
Ihyeon gazed intently at Yerin lying on top of him.
“Ah, sorry.”
Realizing their proximity, Yerin quickly got up and adjusted her crumpled blouse, regaining her composure.
“Director, since you’re up, you should get ready quickly.”
“Huh.”
Ihyeon chuckled at the sight of the tissue that had tickled his face and the cushion that had been repeatedly hit by Yerin.
“Secretary Han, you’re quite strong.”
“If I hurt you, I’m sorry.”
“No, thanks to you, I’m wide awake now.”
Ihyeon didn’t discard the tissue but placed it on top of a drawer next to the bed.
“I can clean that up for you.”
“No, I’ll keep it for next time Secretary Han comes to wake me up.”
“Huh?”
“When you come to wake me.”
Ihyeon tilted his head and asked.
“Aren’t you going to wake me up? It doesn’t matter if I’m late?”
“No…”
Why did she foolishly think she only had to wake him up today?
Ihyeon gazed at Yerin, who had entered his bedroom, her lips tightly sealed.
“By the way, when did Secretary Han arrive?”
“Not long ago.”
Yerin checked her wristwatch and spoke in a business-like tone.
“Director, you need to leave in 20 minutes. It might be tight, but you need to shower and get ready…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll shower quickly and come out.”
As Ihyeon moved to get out of bed, Yerin quickly turned around.
She wasn’t sure if he was dressed yet.
“I’ll wait downstairs then. Please be ready on time.”
“If I dawdle…”
“Huh?”
“It would trouble Secretary Han, wouldn’t it?”
He really knew how to lift and drop her with just a word.
Soon, the sound of Ihyeon slipping into his slippers was heard.
“I’ll prepare an outfit suitable for today’s breakfast meeting in the dressing room.”
Yerin then promptly left the bedroom, closing the door behind her, leaning against the wall in the hallway, her legs giving out.
“Ha…”
It had been an incredibly challenging morning.
Her heart was racing for some reason.
Ihyeon stood under the hot shower for a long time, feeling odd.
At first, he thought Yerin’s voice was a dream.
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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