Nok Hyun knew he wouldn’t answer obediently, but when Lee Kyung posed a question instead, he scowled.
Lee Kyung continued speaking with a confident and solemn face.
“She’s fully recovered, except for her memory of human relationships. Especially, she’s still as smart as before. She doesn’t lose at all in a war of words, just like before.”
“…So?”
“So, I thought. What if she gets a little drunk? Maybe she’ll tell the truth.”
At Lee Kyung’s words, Nok Hyun recalled Tae In’s lips, which seemed to still have lingering sensations.
The memory of their irresistible softness and sweetness quickly made his chest feel heavy.
“Did you find out the truth?”
“I overlooked one thing.”
“What?”
“That I am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.”
Nok Hyun sighed briefly. He didn’t need to hear the rest to know. Before seeing Tae In get drunk, Lee Kyung had gotten drunk first.
“That’s enough, you can go.”
Lee Kyung bowed his head and left the executive office.
Left alone, Nok Hyun sank into his thoughts.
There hadn’t been absolutely no progress.
The fact that she had lost her memory wasn’t a lie, and considering she had remembered herself even for a moment, she might recover her memory faster than expected.
A fragment of memory that passed by then.
‘I kissed my ideal type!’
A reaction that couldn’t have been from the past Tae In.
Suddenly, Nok Hyun realized he had been thinking about Tae In since dawn.
“I’m going crazy, really.”
He might have already gone insane.
He had kissed a drunk person and kept replaying that moment in his head as if a screw had come loose.
Nok Hyun, who habitually put a candy in his mouth, snorted.
“It’s not sweet at all.”
Nok Hyun, who always had a red stick candy in his mouth, looked down at it and soon threw it in the trash can.
Pyeongchangdong, Tae In’s family home.
Only the sound of dishes clashing echoed in the quiet dining room.
Arin, who was fiddling with rice with an unusually large spoon in her small hand, sighed deeply.
The family didn’t know that a sevenyearold child had been locked in her room for days without eating properly.
The family didn’t care about Arin. Because Arin resembled Tae In.
“How was the blind date last time?”
“Well, I still prefer working. More than getting married.”
Se Ji responded with a smile to her mother Young Mi’s question.
“That’s right, honey. Let’s let the children decide about marriage.”
Tae In’s and Se Ji’s stepfather smiled kindly.
Arin, who was trying to pick up sausage stirfry with clumsy chopsticks, put the chopsticks down.
Arin didn’t understand.
It had been only a week since Tae In died, and no one in the family mentioned Tae In.
They were not sad about the fact that Tae In died, they were acting as if Tae In had never existed in the first place.
The family went shopping on the weekend and then went to a resort to play golf. The only time they talked about Tae In was when they were discussing how to divide Tae In’s assets and stocks.
Arin tried to eat again, but even her favorite sausages didn’t go down her throat well.
Arin picked up the bowl she had eaten from and placed it on the sink.
‘In order to be a good child, you have to know how to clean up after yourself.’
When Tae In’s words came to mind, tears welled up and she quickly ran upstairs to her room.
Arin quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen without her noticing and hung her head.
She resolved not to forget Tae In, even if everyone else forgot him, and then pulled out a sketchbook that she had shoved in a corner for a while.
Interacting with people was difficult, but she was confident in drawing.
While Arin’s peers liked the princesses in fairy tales, Tae In seemed cooler to Arin than any princess.
Arin imagined Tae In’s face and drew a picture. As she had never seen Tae In with a wide smile, she relied on her imagination to draw.
“What are you doing? Holed up in your room.”
Throughout the meal, Se Yeong had remained quiet. Without even knocking, she opened the door and showed her irritation.
A Rin instinctively clutched her sketchbook.
“Why would you draw a dead bitch? Unlucky.”
Se Yeong approached and ripped the sketchbook in half. A Rin gritted her teeth, holding back her tears.
“Why, why, why would you rip someone else’s thing?”
A Rin screamed as loudly as she could. She didn’t want to stutter, but it was harder to speak when she couldn’t control her emotions.
“But you know Seo Tae In’s safe combination, right?”
She was referring to the safe in Tae In’s room. Most of Tae In’s possessions had either been discarded or had ended up in Se Yeong’s hands. But the safe was still there. Maybe it held something important.
“How, how would I know that?”
“I can’t tell whether you’re stuttering because you’re flustered or if that’s just how you talk.”
“You, you say she’s a dead bitch, but you want Tae In’s stuff?”
“What? You’ve been around Seo Tae In so much you’ve started to talk like her.”
Se Yeong poked A Rin’s forehead with her finger.
A Rin glared at Se Yeong, mustering all her strength not to cry. Whenever Se Yeong was in a bad mood or had a row with Se Ji, she would always take it out on A Rin.
When A Rin remained silent, presumably having nothing more to offer, Se Yeong left her room.
Only then did A Rin sit down on her bed and wipe her tears.
With indifferent parents and tormenting older sisters.
Still, A Rin endured because she had Tae In.
Tae In didn’t give her a warm hug, but she always listened to A Rin till the end, even when she stuttered. She would lower her height to match A Rin’s gaze.
Instead of offering gentle words, she gave advice to help A Rin avoid feeling down. After returning from business trips, she would quietly leave presents on the desk.
A Rin took out her cell phone from her drawer and checked the email she had sent to Tae In.
Since texting or emailing was easier for her than speaking, A Rin often sent emails to Tae In as if she were writing a diary.
Despite not expecting Tae In to have read them, she habitually checked for read receipts. Her eyes widened in surprise.
The email sent after Tae In’s death had been marked as read.
“That, that can’t be……”
She rubbed her eyes and looked at her phone screen again.
“But, my sister is de, dead……?”
There was no evidence that Tae In was alive. But, there was also no evidence that she was dead.
Perhaps Tae In might be alive.
At that thought, a glimmer of hope flickered in A Rin’s eyes.
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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