“Corn. Steamed corn. It’s a day old, but it should be edible.”
Danmokchang squinted his eyes but obediently took what I offered. He quietly bit into the corn, and I smiled inwardly.
‘If it had been Danmokbi, he would have complained.’
Perhaps I was getting used to the same face, but now I could see the differences.
As Danmokchang nibbled on the corn, he murmured with a faint smile,
“It’s sweet.”
“I crushed it with sugar cane.”
The cheeks that he chewed like a squirrel were cute, but what caught my eye was the red mark on Danmokchang’s wrist.
“What happened to your wrist?”
I thought it might be a skin disease at most. The returned answer was beyond imagination.
“It was so cold to sleep on the bare floor that I tried to escape, and my father tied me up with a rope. That’s why it’s scratched like this.”
“…….”
Sleeping on the bare floor. It was so cold that he wanted to escape.
In one sentence, I understood how he had lived in Sinshan.
Tears flowed from my eyes at the realization. Danmokchang, who had been nibbling on corn, was startled and asked,
“Why, why are you crying?”
“No, it’s just dust in my eye.”
I had no right to cry. Why did I create such a setting to make both twins live in hell?
‘I didn’t know Danmokchang was living so miserably.’
My heart ached. I held back tears and blew gently on Danmokchang’s wrist.
“Heal quickly, wound. Hoo, hoo.”
“What’s that?”
“Doing this helps wounds heal quickly. Didn’t your mother tell you?”
“I can’t meet my mother. She doesn’t come out of the inner house.”
Even in the original work, the story of Danmokse’s wife doesn’t appear, so I didn’t know what the story was either.
Danmokchang, who put down the eaten corn, looked at his wrist as if amazed.
“It’s true. It doesn’t hurt at all now. And the redness seems to be fading?”
“I told you so.”
I was kidding myself. In the midst of all this, I kept babbling feelgood comfort.
Danmokchang, who had been rolling his wrist this way and that, looked at me.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Yeon. Lee Yeon.”
“Lee Yeon.”
Danmokchang repeated my name cautiously, then smiled mischievously.
“I’ll let this rudeness slide this time. Understand?”
He looked so cute. I laughed heartily and replied,
“Yes, yes, thank you. You’re a wonderful young master.”
“Hehe.”
Danmokchang shrugged at my praise. That was the moment.
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah!”
A cold voice poured over my head. Turning my head, I looked back and got up with a bright smile.
“Young master!”
Finally, the reason I came this far, Danmokbi, appeared.
With the coming welcome and relief, I trotted over to Danmokbi’s side, exclaiming,
“Do you know how surprised I was when I got up in the morning and the young master wasn’t there?”
As I babbled on, I noticed some strange things.
“But, why is your face like this, young master? And why are your clothes like this?”
Who hurt Danmokbi’s face? His clothes seem torn, too.
I was touching Danmokbi’s here and there in surprise when Danmokbi suddenly grabbed my shoulder with his arm and pulled me into his embrace.
“…Come here.”
His voice in my ear was as soft as silk. Danmokbi spat a word at the Danmokchang behind my back, too.
“She’s mine.”
No response came from Danmokchang.
[This is the time separator]Rewinding a bit to the previous night.
After planning the seal of the godbeast, for the first time, Danmoksu looked down on his second son with an expression as cold as ice, and as haughty as a ruler.
“Who are you?”
“…….”
Danmokbi didn’t respond. Danmoksu’s lips twisted in disarray.
“Arrogant thing.”
At the same time as Danmoksu’s expression clouded, his foot came crashing down at Danmokbi’s standing spot.
It had the force to crush a child’s bone in one breath, but what he stamped was the bare floor. Danmoksu’s eyebrows wriggled.
“Dodged?”
Danmokbi glared as if he would not fall. Danmoksu didn’t wait and reached out towards Danmokbi.
Punch, punch, punch, a few punches flew. Danmokbi, who had practiced martial arts and Baekho, was used to speed. Compared to Baekho, Danmoksu’s hands were slow.
“Ugh!!”
But the movement was entirely different from Baekho. Because it was a motion based on Danmokchang swordsmanship, which Danmokbi had been polishing, and its orbit was different from the Danmok’s first sword.
However, dodging the hand of the head of the family several times was impressive.
Danmoksu opened his mouth, looking down at Danmokbi, who was staggering after getting hit.
“Chief steward.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Is this child really my second son?”
“Yes! He is.”
There was no need to ask and verify. His face screamed that he was Danmoksu’s son. What was unpleasant was that Danmoksu didn’t know his son had grown up like this.
“Why did you hide this child’s condition?”
Feeling Danmoksu’s displeasure, the chief steward prostrated and begged.
“It was not hidden. He has suddenly become robust. That’s all.”
“Is that supposed to be an explanation?”
“It’s true. I reported without a single lie.”
Seeing the chief steward speaking like this, it couldn’t be a lie.
‘Then perhaps the spell itself was wrong.’
The time the chief steward reported Danmokbi was getting healthier coincided with the first attempt to summon Baekho.
‘Maybe the curse reversed, and Chang became the catalyst.’
Danmoksu looked at his second son with sunken eyes. His gaze was bouncing calculations without a trace of affection, and Danmokbi’s eyes also grew fierce.
If it were in the past, maybe, but after meeting Yeona, he had learned. What affection is.
And that look seemed to touch Danmoksu’s temper.
“How dare you glare at someone.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
