“Don’t bother with the detailed arrangements.”
“Understood. Once the schedule is sorted out, I’ll report back.”
The emotionless conversation between the two men ended there.
Listening quietly to the content, Yoo In felt a small doubt and gently tapped the hand of the man holding her. The man’s reaction was immediate.
Cold eyelids, slightly dampened by the chilly rain, first turned towards Yoo In, followed by a husky voice.
“Why?”
“When you say ‘home,’ where are you talking about?”
Still with a naive voice, Kiyeon frowned at Yoo In’s complex gaze. The man lightly brushed Yoo In’s eyes, swollen from crying, with his thumb and then spoke.
“I’m going to my place.”
“What? Director’s house? Why suddenly…”
“Let’s talk when we get there.”
In his calm but stern response, there was undoubtedly a tangle of worries and unspoken anxiety that had tormented him while searching for her.
Yoo In’s heart swelled with emotions. Instead of any retort, Kiyeon, with his moistened eyes, stared directly at her.
Understanding the meaning of the answerless response, Kiyeon affectionately swept Yoo In’s hair and cautiously embraced her fragile shoulders.
“Do you know how surprised I was?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Because of you, the vinegar jar melted away and disappeared. Moreover, the fact that the SOS target was not me but Nam Yujin was shocking.”
“…That’s…”
That’s? Kiyeon mumbled and buried his thick nostrils behind Yoo In’s ear. He tightly enveloped Yoo In’s body as if in iron defense.
In the cool fragrance reminiscent of him, Yoo In found peace in his arms. On the other hand, as Yoo In, who was slightly uncomfortable with the people in front of her, stirred a little, Kiyeon signaled her to stay still by exerting more force on his arms.
In the end, giving up on breaking free and still wrapped around Kiyeon, they arrived at an underground parking lot of some residential complex.
As they got out of the car and approached the entrance, Jinseok’s calm voice called Kiyeon from behind.
“Director Do.”
Kiyeon coldly glanced at Jinseok without saying a word. And strangely, Jinseok, too, just quietly looked at Kiyeon.
After the brief exchange of glances, Kiyeon, who checked his wristwatch, opened his mouth.
“An hour later.”
Hearing the cryptic answer, Jinseok, after a bow, got into the sedan and disappeared. Following Kiyeon, Yoo In, who was waiting for the elevator, lightly poked Kiyeon.
“Why.”
Indifferently asking, Kiyeon, with a clear sound, opened the door and ushered Yoo In into the machine.
Just before entering the elevator, the machine with a secretive conversation rang strangely, and Yoo In had many questions about what it was and why he suddenly came home. However, more than asking questions, the problems accumulated inside her were darker. As she silently nodded her head, the man who pressed the button for the top floor stiffened his mouth.
“Hu…”
With a sigh as deep as an abyss, the elevator that carried them swiftly reached the top floor. After unlocking the door lock that occupied the corridor alone, the man who took a step back and looked at Yoo In with a slight smile raised the corners of his mouth.
“Welcome to my house. Nam Yoo In.”
In front of his forced smile, when Yoo In blinked her eyes, the man, wagging his chin inward, gestured to her to go inside.
Finally feeling the tension rushing to her fingertips, Yoo In tightly gripped her jacket and stepped inside. Passing through the corridor, similar to the IlLang building, and reaching the living room, she couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Ah.”
Although Yoo In felt that her sister’s residence was absurdly spacious, compared to Kiyeon’s penthouse, it was nothing.
The living room, which looked even more empty, had only necessary furniture placed in predetermined positions. The interior, combining black and white for sophistication, looked sleek but also felt cold like one side of him.
Unable to move willingly due to the unfamiliar strangeness, Yoo In, who stood still, was gently seated on the stark white leather sofa by Kiyeon, who had settled down with a nonchalant air.
“I’ll get you something to drink. Coffee? Or tea?”
“Ah… Tea, please.”
“Sit tight for a moment.”
As Kiyeon disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, Yoo In surveyed the man’s house, which she had come to almost unexpectedly, with her eyes.
A massive TV that looked like 100 inches, a neatly arranged scene with a sofa table overlapping in a circular shape, a tall stand that exceeded Kiyeon’s height, and a leather swing chair next to it.
“Why. Not impressed?”
The man who appeared without any warning glanced at Yoo In, who was surprised while looking around, and gave her a faint smile.
Putting down the mug with a warm steam rising, the man, who caressed Yoo In’s head and sat on the sofa, spoke.
“I didn’t want to take you to the office, and I didn’t feel like a hotel or a car, so I came home.”
“…….”
“Yoo In.”
The man with elongated fingers that combed Yoo In’s hair back behind her ear gently brushed her still red and delicate cheek.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
Though Yoo In wanted to hear the reason, she felt that he wouldn’t press her, so turning her gaze away, Yoo In, who had been muttering her lips, finally spoke after a while.
“How did you know where I was?”
“Nam Yujin told me. She said it would be better for me to go than her.”
“…Did my sister say anything else?”
Kiyeon remained silent for a moment. His frozen lips moved after some time had passed.
“Not in detail, just a little.”
“…….”
“I had a hunch. Nam Yujin knew that too and gave me a rough hint.”
Yoo In muttered faintly.
She expected that. He was so perceptive. He would grasp the situation to some extent without saying anything. She knew that he knew, but expressing the situation verbally was still difficult.
Even if she laid everything bare, would he send affectionate glances at her as usual?
Would he continue to love her without any discomfort, staying by her side?
“Nam Yoo In.”
While embracing Yoo In’s face, who was struggling with wounded thoughts, the man looked into her eyes with a firm gaze and spoke.
“Whatever circumstances you had, my love for you hasn’t changed. No matter what you look like, to me, you’re the beloved Nam Yoo In.”
Ah. The clear eyes that were shaking so much turned cloudy, and she sighed in admiration.
“Trust me. You know, right?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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