Yuin was about to respond when she sensed someone’s presence and looked up.
Jaehee stood motionless with a tray holding two cups of coffee, her expression hard to read.
“What are you doing?” Yuin wondered as Jaehee slowly moved, but her peculiar gaze lingered.
[Dash] When are you going home?“Probably soon.”
[Dash] Alright. Have fun. Call me if you think of me.His voice, laced with laughter, seemed to sense her hidden feelings, sending heat rushing to her ears.
Contemplating whether to end the call due to the unbearable tingling in her ears, Yuin softly responded with a yes.
After ending the brief call with Do Director, Yuin fanned her flushed face, then locked eyes with Jaehee, who was staring intently at her.
“Why?”
“I just realized, Nam Yuin’s face reddens because of a guy.”
“I never mentioned a guy.”
“Weren’t you just on the phone with the director?”
How did she know? Yuin wondered if Jaehee had heard everything. That seemed impossible; the café was noisy with music and full of people.
Yuin’s surprised expression prompted Jaehee to hand her the coffee she just bought.
“Your face gives it all away, really. All of it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. So, if you meet the director again, manage your expressions. Don’t blatantly show you like him by giggling.”
“Hey! When have I ever giggled? And I haven’t even said I like him!”
“He probably already knows 99.99%, but if you’re happy with that, so be it.”
“It’s really not like that. I don’t know.”
“Alright, let’s say it’s not.”
As usual, Jaehee was an expert at teasing others. Knowing well that continuing the conversation would only harm herself, Yuin focused on her cold coffee.
Suddenly, Jaehee’s teasing laughter stopped, and she called out, “Hey, Yuin.”
It seemed Jaehee was feeling a bit off today. Yuin raised her eyes, lost in her thoughts.
“When are you going to tell Jihan?”
“Probably after the festival ends. Why?”
Jaehee didn’t reply directly to her question.
Instead, she soon shifted the conversation to other topics.
Yuin, after some idle chatter and laughter, left the café when the sun began to set. As they were about to part ways at the subway station, with their paths in opposite directions, Jaehee grabbed Yuin’s arm.
Yuin, I’m really happy for you. I’m glad you’ve become close with someone other than us, and that you’ve finally opened up your heart. Now, if only Director Do isn’t a jerk…”
Yuin’s shoulders flinched at the sight of Jaehee’s fist clenched in both encouragement and threat. But knowing it was all for her, Yuin smiled gratefully.
“Yeah, definitely not a jerk.”
“Keep a close eye on him. Stay sharp! You got it? He’s too good to be true. He’s incredibly capable.”
Yuin nodded lightly in agreement.
“But remember, not everyone has it all. So, be sure to really get to know him inside out.”
Jaehee continued to give advice, but Yuin just nodded mechanically. Despite Jaehee’s insistence that she pay attention, it all went in one ear and out the other.
After seeing Jaehee off, Yuin’s walk home was pleasantly cool and comforting.
The sunset, almost sinking into the ground, was richly colored, and the breeze carried a hint of green, signaling the transition between spring and summer.
Yuin, who had always found such in-between weather unremarkable, now found the air, both warm and cool, comforting.
She was aware of these small and significant changes happening within her.
The feelings she thought were meaningless were slowly coming back to life.
When did it all start changing? Was it from that spring day when she felt sad to see the cherry blossoms fade? Since she saw him, who suited the elegant cherry trees so well…
Then, a strong gust of wind swept through her hair.
“Uh?”
Yuin stopped in her tracks as she casually brushed her hair. An unexpected figure was right there, as if carried by the wind.
She blinked, rubbed her eyes, but the figure didn’t disappear. Instead, it turned to look at her.
Was this real or just a figment of her imagination?
The mirage-like man was approaching. He was getting closer and smiling beautifully.
“You’re here now, Nam Yuin.”
The refreshing scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of smoky aroma filled the air as he neared her.
His long fingers reached out to smooth her disheveled hair, sending a faint shiver down her spine.
“Director?”
It wasn’t a dream or an illusion; it was the real Do Gyeon.
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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