“There’s no record of a women’s watch purchased under your name last year,” the neatly dressed store employee responded under the bright lights of the department store. Haeyeon’s face remained composed, despite the confirmation of a disturbing truth. Her tense eyes revealed her current state of mind.
In this luxury watch store, known for meticulous customer management, Haeyeon had checked multiple department stores to confirm that the story about gifting a watch to Ju-ah last year was indeed not true.
Leaving the department store, Haeyeon’s face was marked with an inexplicable tension. She had confirmed Ju-ah’s lie.
Doha’s accident,
The conversation with the Hanumul Meeting member,
Ju-ah’s lie,
And many other minor details. Though she wasn’t sure if they were related, considering Doha’s recent odd behavior, she had to accept the truth.
‘I’ve lost a year’s worth of memories.’
As she returned to her car, acknowledging this fact made Haeyeon feel a sense of sinking. Surrounded by numerous parked cars, she bit her lip. No matter how hard she tried to divert her thoughts, it was futile.
“Focus, Haeyeon. Now’s not the time.”
She placed a hand over her heart, trying to calm herself down. All she knew for certain was that she had lost her memory. Without any significant clues, she had to painstakingly retrace her steps. Recalling the article she found about Doha’s accident last year, Haeyeon’s hand froze.
‘The page you have clicked on is incorrect, deleted, or private.’
The article she had bookmarked had vanished without a trace. Stunned, Haeyeon couldn’t even blink.
Sweet music flowed from the radio. Haeyeon opened the window to a garden full of blooming thistles and golden marigolds. She had been neglecting housework recently.
“I have plans with Doha tomorrow.”
The upcoming weekend was set aside for a long-awaited date. She wanted to forget her complex thoughts, at least for a day.
The following morning, Haeyeon woke up late, but it was still only 8 am. As she stretched her arm over Doha’s back, she felt his sturdy muscles and broad shoulders, stirring feelings of affection.
Leaning her face against his broad back, she synchronized her breathing with his steady breaths. It felt like a cat lounging on its owner.
“I love you,” she whispered almost silently, then leaned to kiss the back of his head before getting out of bed. Suddenly, she heard a soft, deep voice from behind.
“Me too.”
Turning around, Haeyeon looked down at Doha.
‘He’s still asleep.’
It seemed he had responded to his wife’s words in his sleep. Haeyeon’s lips curved into a beautiful smile.
After eating, they finally set out.
“Want to do anything special?”
As Doha lightly pressed the accelerator, he asked. Haeyeon, having missed cultural activities due to his busy schedule, quickly responded to his query.
“I’d like to see a movie or a play. What about you?”
“Whatever you like.”
Haeyeon pouted her lips.
“You always make me choose. Um[Dash] let’s go for a play today.”
“Okay.”
“What are people watching these days?”
“Haeyeon, it’s been really long since we’ve been out on a holiday.”
Doha’s long eyes folded into a sheepish smile, seemingly bothered by his usually busy weekends and holidays. He always felt sorry for working late or going on business trips.
“Don’t feel sorry. It’s not like you do it on purpose. Let’s enjoy today.”
“Let’s do that.”
Doha held Haeyeon’s hand, causing a smile to spread across her lips. While he drove, Haeyeon searched her phone for performances to watch.
“Hm[Dash] this one looks good.”
“Which one?”
“This one[Dash]”
Up until that moment, Haeyeon had been looking at the phone screen. Unaware that Doha, having stopped the car at a red light, had also turned his head. Suddenly, Doha leaned in and their lips met. Haeyeon’s face turned red, prompting Doha to tease her.
“Naughty. No one knows my wife can be this mischievous.”
“What? Really, Doha.”
Haeyeon pinched Doha’s side, and he pretended to be in pain with a groan. Though they had just started their car journey, the couple was already filled with joy and laughter.
“Look at this. It’s a love story about a radio station producer and a DJ.”
“A romance drama, huh?”
“It seems so. The man likes the woman but doesn’t have the courage to confess, just watching her from the side. The woman also likes him but only expresses her feelings passively. It’s just like our story when we were dating.”
Doha raised an eyebrow as if displeased with Haeyeon’s comment, and only then did she realize why he seemed unhappy.
“I wasn’t just watching you from the side. I confessed like a man.”
Doha touched his chin, slightly showing off. His cute boasting, uncharacteristic of his physique, made Haeyeon quickly agree.
“Right. I was so shy that even if I liked you, I couldn’t have confessed, right?”
“Really? But, Haeyeon.”
“Hmm?”
As the signal stopped them again, Doha parked the car and looked intently at Haeyeon.
“Even if you hadn’t confessed, I wouldn’t have let you go.”
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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