“Thank you for everything.”
“…….?”
Taking his eyes off the ointment, Siwoo looked at Eunha. She had the same expression as usual.
Standing in place and silent, Siwoo slowly turned away. Somehow, his movements seemed quite sluggish.
With his hand on the doorknob, Siwoo glanced back at Eunha. The black eyes staring at him seemed to have more to say. After hesitating for a while, Siwoo closed the door without saying anything.
The next day.
Until Siwoo completed the discharge process, he didn’t show himself in front of Eunha. Jehwi was the same. As Siwoo had mentioned, there was already a taxi waiting in front of the hospital.
Eunha got in the taxi and headed straight to the studio.
‘Is this the last time coming here?’
It was quite a comfortable living space.
Eunha, feeling a bit sentimental, passed through the luxurious lobby
Eunha, who had sighed briefly, entered the entrance. Somehow, it would be best to come up with a solution today.
However.
As Eunha stepped into the house, she abruptly stopped in her tracks. On the dining table, a passbook lay alone, and a white envelope caught her eye.
Things she hadn’t seen before. Eunha opened the envelope first.
“……?”
Eunha’s gaze became peculiar as she checked the contents.
It was a document stating the donation of ownership of this studio to Eunha.
Next, she checked the passbook placed beside it. Soon, right there, she froze.
‘One, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand…….’
It was a passbook containing an enormous amount of money, with an unknown number of zeros.
Top floor of S Hospital, Gwihoon’s hospital room.
Beep, beep, beep.
In that place where only faint electrocardiogram sounds were the only noise, footsteps approached lightly.
“You’re later than I expected.”
Lying on the bed with no movement, Gwihoon slowly opened his eyes. In front of him, his son Siwoo, who looked just like him, was standing still.
“Magician and Venom Tooth.”
Gwihoon, who had been silently observing Siwoo, slowly began to speak.
“I turned them into a beehive. I made sure they won’t even dream of engaging in hunter activities again.”
“Did you not anticipate this?”
At Siwoo’s question, Gwihoon let out a faint laugh.
“It was beyond expectations.”
They were A-rank hunters directly trained by the wolves. Even though Siwoo was an S-rank, he lacked practical experience, unlike the two seasoned veterans.
“Thanks to them, I wanted to confirm with my own eyes. Your abilities.”
Gwihoon slowly sat up. Two pairs of blue eyes, shining in the same light, met each other.
“Three renowned hunters, nationally and internationally, plan to stay at the wolf headquarters for a few days. How about proving your strength directly against them?”
Thud.
As soon as Gwihoon finished speaking,
“If you agree to the proposal, don’t bother with the F-rank hugging you. Keep it up. Promise over the wolf. Always.”
Their gazes met.
Gwihoon, once again, opened his mouth towards the still young and innocent wolf.
“Prove your strength before my eyes. That’s all. If you do, nothing will happen.”
What will you do? Gwihoon stared at Siwoo.
“…….”
Siwoo clenched his fist.
‘Thank you for everything until now.’
In the large fist, a small ointment crumpled like being squeezed.
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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