Kyung Joon’s day began a little earlier than others, starting at 4 a.m.
After exercising and showering, he opened the front door to find his daily delivered breakfast and newspapers from various companies stacked up.
While casually eating his sandwich, he checked the major articles of the day in the newspapers. He got dressed, fixed his hair, and went to pick up Seung Oh to go to work together.
On their way to work.
Kyung Joon frowned when he encountered a woman who shouldn’t have been there, right in front of the president’s office.
“Ah, hello. Mr. President.”
Seo Ha bowed as soon as she saw the two.
“What brings you here”
“I asked her to come. I have something to receive.”
Seung Oh interrupted Kyung Joon’s words and gestured with his hand.
“Come in. I want to hear how the company has been.”
“Ah, yes!”
Seo Ha quickly followed Seung Oh inside and closed the door.
It was a familiar sight. The urban view spread out through the large windows, the walnut desk as old as the company itself, and the bookshelves filled with books from ceiling to floor.
There was something else, too. For example, the nameplate on the desk.
[Kang Yoon Company President Lee Seung Oh]That nameplate belongs to our mom. You’re not worthy of having it.
The carefully ironed handkerchief in Seo Ha’s hand was crumpled.
“Did you have breakfast?”
Seung Oh sat down on the sofa and pointed to the seat opposite him. Seo Ha quickly wiped the hatred from her eyes and cautiously sat down at the edge of the sofa.
“Yes. I ate scorched rice.”
“Ha ha. It must have been delicious.”
His expression, as if he found it interesting and amusing, was the same as when he first met Ji Soo.
“Do you like scorched rice, Mr. President?”
“Of course. It’s easy to digest and has a savory taste.”
“Wow.”
Seo Ha let out a small exclamation of wonder.
“Why? Is it your first time seeing someone who likes scorched rice?”
“No, it’s just… I didn’t think you would eat something like that, Mr. President. Actually, I was surprised yesterday when you said you ate fish cakes.”
“I’m a person who really likes simple things.”
Seung Oh leaned his body forward slightly from his relaxed position. The distance between the two people became closer.
“Can I try that scorched rice sometime?”
Look at that expression. She’s about to crack open her head and make a seafood scorched rice soup.
Seo Ha hid her cursing behind a flustered expression.
“That’s a bit… I’m sorry.”
“Is it too precious to give to me?”
“It’s not that. I heard that you’re married… It’s not difficult to give it to you, but it might upset your wife.”
“Ah. Marriage.”
Seung Oh casually chuckled.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I’m married, but it’s as if I don’t have a wife.”
“Did she go far away?”
“She’s been hospitalized for several years.”
It’s because of you.
Seung Oh got up from his seat and poured two cups of freshly brewed coffee.
“We weren’t that affectionate to begin with. My wife was like… a Venus statue, you could say. She had no humanity and didn’t know how to save her husband’s pride.”
As he listened, the nonexistent affection plummeted to the bottom.
Who is the one who fed and raised her, sent her to college and even studied abroad? I am her daughter. A filthy bastard who doesn’t even know gratitude.
“Didn’t you marry her because you loved her?”
“Not at all.”
Seung Oh waved both of his hands as if to say it was absurd.
“There’s no man in the world who would love that woman. Sure, at first, she’s pretty and has a lot of money, so they might go ‘wow.’ But after seeing her elegance three times, they would want to run away in the middle of the night, feeling burdened.”
For a moment, Seo Ha imagined hitting Seung Oh’s forehead with the corner of the nameplate on the desk.
“…I see.”
“I told you. I like simple things.”
Seung Oh’s smile, which had made her heart race every time she saw it, now looked as disgusting as a snake. Even comparing him to a snake felt like an insult to the snake.
Seo Ha placed the handkerchief she had been holding onto the table.
“I’ll get going now. It’s almost work hours.”
“Already?”
“Interns shouldn’t be late.”
“I see.”
Seung Oh picked up the handkerchief and smelled it.
“It has a nice scent. Thank you.”
“No, thank you for lending it to me!”
This much was enough for today. It was embarrassing to continue listening to the backbiting about the wife he had tried to kill while sitting in the same room. Moreover, if the one listening was the wife herself, and she couldn’t even hit his forehead with the nameplate, it was even more so.
Seo Ha cracked open the door and stepped outside. Then, leaning against the cold wall to cool her furious and nauseated head, she closed her eyes.
“We meet again, Intern Yoon Seo Ha.”
A voice that provoked anger just as much as Seung Oh’s came from right in front of her.
Ryu Kyung Joon. The damned spy.
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw Kyung Joon indeed standing there with an unpleasant expression.
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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