Yuin, uncomfortable in her short, clinging dress, kept pulling at its hem, but it remained short. Jae-hee, who had barged into Yuin’s house in the morning and dressed her up like a doll, was humming happily as they walked.
Defeated again by her friend’s stubbornness, Yuin sighed and followed her taller, faster-walking friend.
Finally, at the club’s entrance, Jae-hee slung an arm around Yuin’s shoulder and asked, “Ready, Nam Yuin?”
“Ah, I don’t know. Let’s just go in.”
“Ready? Okay!”
Pushed by Jae-hee’s eagerness, Yuin entered the club, which was exactly as she had imagined.
Suffocating air. Music so loud it vibrated in her head. People already drunk and swaying.
Yuin, who occasionally drank with friends but had no interest in nightlife and disliked crowds, found such a place to be the worst.
“Ugh.”
Groaning involuntarily, Yuin clung tightly to Jae-hee’s back.
Like a koala clinging to her back, Jae-hee confidently opened a door on the second-floor corridor.
Inside, friends waiting burst into a birthday song, setting off fireworks and champagne, cheering for Jae-hee.
“Happy Birthday~ to Han Jae-hee~.”
“Congratulations, Han Jae-hee!”
“Happy Birthday, Jae-hee!”
“Jae-hee, total birthday cheers!”
The celebration and gift ceremony seemed endless.
Yuin, barely able to escape the crowded room, leaned against a table, already exhausted.
This place wasn’t for her, she thought, as she tried to quench her thirst with a pink drink from a crystal glass on the table.
“Hey, isn’t that Nam Yuin?”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen her dressed up like that.”
“Right? But I’ve always felt she looks a lot like Nam Yujin.”
“Oh? That’s true. How come I never noticed?”
Despite the noisy room, Yuin distinctly heard the conversation and had to swallow the drink without tasting it.
The comparison to Nam Yujin.
To others, it might be a trivial comment, but it deeply troubled Yuin. Her aversion to makeup and dressing up was undoubtedly due to being constantly labeled as resembling Nam Yujin.
Yuin, wanting to hear no more about that name which would likely remain a tag attached to her for life, tried to hide her disheveled expression as she turned around.
Just as she took a step, someone from behind abruptly grabbed her shoulder.
“Nam Yuin!”
“Ah!”
Startled, Yuin jerked her head up, letting out a cry.
Seeing a face radiating gentle light and smiling softly, Yuin felt a mix of surprise and relief, and scolded in annoyance.
“Yun Ji-han, you scared me!”
“Did I scare you a lot? Sorry.”
Ji-han, delicately patting Yuin’s stif
The quiet corridor, painted entirely in purple, stood in stark contrast to the club. The small chandelier softly illuminating the walls added an air of elegance.
Yuin should have questioned why such a corridor existed in a noisy, psychedelic-lighted club. But her body had already reached its limit. Her slender upper body, leaning against the wall, slid down helplessly, emitting groans that echoed in the hallway.
While Yuin struggled with her escalating headache and nausea, heavy footsteps pierced the tranquil air of the corridor.
Thud. Thud.
Hunched over, Yuin slowly lifted her head towards the sound.
A man in a crisp, black suit with sharp creases approached her from the opposite end.
When his black shoes halted at a distance where his face became visible, Yuin, half-blinded by alcohol, could only stare blankly at the large figure.
The man, hands in his suit pants, tilted his head to examine Yuin sitting on the floor and asked, “Nam Yujin?”
“…No, I’m not.”
“…Not?”
Yuin didn’t respond, tired of the relentless Nam Yujin comparisons. She just wanted it all to stop.
As Yuin hunched over like a hermit crab retreating into its shell, the pace of the footsteps quickened, stopping right above her head, and a commanding bass voice called out to her.
“Hey.”
“…?”
“Look up.”
There was an insistence in his voice that seemed to leave her no choice but to comply.
Slowly lifting her face, Yuin’s gaze entwined with the man’s who had bent down over her.
As his previously distant features became clear, Yuin boldly scrutinized them. Sleek eyebrows, a prominent nose, firmly closed lips, a sharp jawline as distinct as his gaze, and dark pupils that stared intently back at her.
Yuin, amused, chuckled lightly. In her tipsy state, she internally commented on how much better looking he was than Yun Jihan.
It was a natural response after seeing something beautiful and attractive.
“Hah… ridiculous.”
The man, tilting his head, uttered a faint sigh.
Not understanding his words, Yuin looked puzzled as a large hand suddenly extended towards her.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Why?”
“Just come on, quickly.”
Urging her with a waving hand.
Yuin, blinking dazedly, cluelessly grasped the large palm. The firm grip immediately pulled her up.
The man, surprised by her sudden movement, didn’t give Yuin a chance to catch her breath and started walking swiftly.
But they hadn’t gone far when Yuin had to stop.
“Wait! Just a moment… I’m too dizzy.”
The alcohol’s lingering effects had returned, overwhelming Yuin.
A sigh filled with frustration flew down to her head.
“How much did you drink?”
“My head… it hurts so much. I think I’m going to be sick.”
Yuin, gasping for air, tried to release the bothersome grip.
The man tightened his hold, pulling her closer and propping her crumbling body against his chest, then asked harshly, like an angry person.
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you need… my name?”
“Your name.”
“Na… Nam… Yuin.”
With those words, Yuin’s grasp on consciousness slipped away completely.
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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