Sunyoung, who had climbed onto the convertible that was parked messily, disappeared through the line of cars in order, producing a loud exhaust noise.
Yoo In, who was staring at the road where Sunyoung’s car had disappeared with a dumbfounded look, only regained her composure after feeling the vibrating sensation on her skin.
Then, a thumping sound, the rhythmic beating of the heart, and the uncomfortably rising warm body temperature all rushed to her at once.
“…….”
What is this? What is she saying again?
Yoo In, who was left absent-minded after the ordeal of being spoken to without understanding, missed the timing to answer the call.
Fortunately, the vibration that had been cut off rang again soon, and Yoo In, who had regulated her irregular breath, touched the screen.
Soon, a low, gentle voice like calm waves resonated in the silent phone.
Yoo In.
As the familiar calm voice settled in her ears, an unfamiliar nameless awkwardness under her throat unexpectedly shook.
Struggling to swallow it down for a moment, Yoo In, who had lost her mind, missed the timing to answer, and Giyeon called again.
Nam Yujin?
“Yes.”
I was surprised because there was no contact or response. Are you okay? Where are you?
“Ah.”
Right. She had completely forgotten the happiness and excitement of suddenly meeting Giyeon on her way to see Kim Sunyoung, who had unexpectedly appeared.
Yoo In made an effort to dispel the dizzying residue of a moment ago and replied with a slightly strained vocal cord.
“I’m right in front of you. Did the meeting end well?”
Yes. In front of the company? Where should I wait for you?
“I just arrived.”
The unplanned little lie flowed naturally across the phone.
Giyeon was already too busy to meticulously correct all the mishaps caused by a crazy person.
I’ll be right there. Wait for me.
After ending the call, not long after, his black sedan, slightly agitated, smoothly appeared in the spot where the convertible had been parked.
As soon as Yoo In got into the passenger seat, Giyeon’s elastic arm rushed towards her impulsively, enclosing Yoo In’s body seamlessly.
“You’ve been through a lot coming here.”
In the embrace she entered, a scent always as refreshing and cool as the air spread.
His broad and solid upper body was filled with warm heat, and the mixed scent within provided a unique sense of security that only Giyeon could produce.
Yoo In released a deep sigh without realizing it, letting go of the tension that had been building up. It felt like returning to a place where she could finally feel relieved.
However, Giyeon, misunderstanding this, deepened his embrace on Yoo In’s shoulders as if to comfort her and spoke in a subdued voice.
“I keep causing trouble for Nam Yujin.”
“No, it’s just… I feel reassured.”
“Reassured?”
As Yoo In, who had her forehead against his shoulder, was lifted to meet his gaze, Giyeon, who seemed to be smiling slightly, gently cupped both cheeks with his large hands, then opened his eyes wide.
“Nam Yujin, you have a fever. Since when were you like this? This won’t do. Let’s go to the hospital.”
“What? The hospital?”
In response to his words, Yoo In was caught off guard. A fever? She was quite upset because it was so unexpected, but was it really that serious?
Yoo In, who had no time to take care of her own condition, grabbed the hand that deftly held the steering wheel and halted it.
“Director! I’m perfectly fine. I did well in the shoot for a few hours just now.”
For some reason, during this refusal, the sedan that had started while she was objecting was occupying the space between the elongated line like a train ride.
With slender eyes, Giyeon, who made his thin eyes slightly furrowed, side-glanced with a doubtful look.
“A few hours? Isn’t that too much?”
“Not at all. I was just standing outside, and the weather was hot. If I get some air conditioning, I’ll be fine soon.”
“I’m worried.”
Soon, his straight and long fingers approached again, passing over her round forehead, delicate eyes, and blushing cheek, reaching her earlobe.
Before retracting his touch, Giyeon, as if gauging the temperature, touched her forehead with concern and asked again.
“Are you really okay?”
“Yes. I’m really okay. Shall we go eat?”
Giyeon, who confirmed Yoo In’s condition several times while asking, reluctantly turned the car towards the reserved restaurant.
Checking the route once again, Yoo In, who was busy restraining him to prevent him from overexerting himself, leaned her head against the cool glass, exhausted.
Thinking that she could finally relax now, the man who constantly checked on Yoo In’s condition by turning around made her unable to do that.
“Why are you awkwardly leaning there? Come here.”
While saying this, he extended his large palm, suggesting she lean on it.
“Lean here? It’s distracting for driving, so I can’t.”
“Better than the window. Come on, quickly.”
Thinking it was a joke, Yoo In was dumbfounded as Giyeon, more seriously than anyone else, stared at her and said,
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
