She fervently prayed that all the worries and troubles in the world would steer clear of this little child. She wanted to take on all of Minjun’s worries and hardships herself.
Isn’t this the heart of a parent?
Seoha thought about how Seungae only saw her as a source of money and felt frustrated.
But now, she wouldn’t be swayed by Seungae anymore. She couldn’t run away if she wanted to protect Minjun.
Seoha made up her mind.
She wanted to stop being considered a parent by someone who didn’t have the qualifications. She no longer wanted to endure the pain of being treated as a parent by someone who was suffering.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
Taekyung pursed his lips at the text message that came through Taekyung’s phone.
“[I have something to say to you. Can we meet?]”
“[Of course, anytime. Come to my house. I’ll be waiting.]”
Taekyung felt a bit nervous about what Seoha had to say, but more than that, he was excited about the prospect of seeing her. Most of the time, it was Taekyung who suggested meeting Seoha, so the idea of her initiating it was welcoming.
Quietly and one step at a time, Seoha was returning to him, and Taekyung found that reassuring. When Seoha entered Taekyung’s house, he seemed nonchalant, but it was evident that he had prepared various things. On the coffee table were fruits, cheese, and a bottle of Moscato wine, all arranged for her.
Taekyung greeted Seoha and asked kindly, “Wine okay? It’s sweet and refreshing; you’ll like it.”
“Thank you.”
Seoha smiled and sat on the sofa. Taekyung sat beside her, unable to take his eyes off her.
My girl, whom I want to see over and over again, endlessly beautiful.
Taekyung couldn’t help but keep his eyes on Seoha, soaking in her presence. On the other hand, Seoha gazed at the wineglass in front of her, silently calming her mind.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her head to meet Taekyung’s eyes.
“Oppa.”
“Yeah. Talk to me. Whatever you have to say, I’ll listen.”
“Oppa, aren’t you curious about Minjun’s biological father?”
Taekyung’s mind raced at Seoha’s sudden question. In an instant, he debated whether to reveal that he knew he was Minjun’s father or to wait. However, he had decided to wait until Seoha was emotionally prepared, rather than giving away that he knew first.
“Minjun’s biological father? Should I be curious?”
Taekyung spoke as if he wasn’t interested, not wanting to burden Seoha, but his heart couldn’t help but pound. He wished Seoha would acknowledge him as Minjun’s father soon. Trying to conceal it only made the situation more awkward.
Seoha, too, was nervous.
What if he resented her? What would Taekyung think?
Although she hoped that Taekyung would welcome the news that Minjun was his son, the anxiety of him possibly blaming her for running away gripped her.
But it was time to reveal the truth.
If she didn’t want to cut the tangled thread but rather unravel it, she had to start undoing it one by one.
Seoha took another deep breath and began speaking.
“Minjun is your child, Oppa.”
“…….”
Taekyung was overwhelmed by Seoha’s confession, unable to utter a word. He had no idea what expression he wore.
Taking a deep breath, Taekyung looked up at the ceiling.
He didn’t know what to say in this long-awaited moment.
Seoha, sensing Taekyung’s unease, nervously bit her lower lip.
Unable to hold back any longer, she cautiously called out to Taekyung.
“Taekyung Oppa?”
“…….”
Taekyung splashed his face with both hands, but he couldn’t hide the redness in his eyes. He bit his lip tightly, trying to suppress the pain squeezing his throat.
Seoha waited, her eyes fixed on Taekyung, who was squeezing his eyes shut.
“Seoha.”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
Upon Taekyung’s forced words, Seoha also found her throat choked with tears.
It was a statement she hadn’t expected, one she had hoped for.
Taekyung, swallowing his saliva, cleared his throat and continued, “Thank you for giving birth to Minjun. Thank you for coming back to me.”
Taekyung embraced Seoha tightly. His body trembled, and his sobbing reached Seoha.
For the past five years, Seoha had imagined this moment dozens of times, maybe hundreds. In most of her fantasies, Taekyung was usually cold or stern. Occasionally, a fleeting image of Taekyung embracing her and Minjun appeared.
Now, the Taekyung she had longed for was standing before her.
It was a dreamlike time, an unbelievable moment.
“Thank you for enduring so much. I’m sorry. I should have known five years ago. I’m sorry I found out too late.”
Eventually, Seoha couldn’t hold back her tears at Taekyung’s apology.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around Taekyung’s back.
The familiar scent and warmth of this man.
Now, they had to lean on each other’s embrace to talk about the misunderstandings of the past.
To move forward, for a child more precious than life.
“Oppa… Can you listen to what happened five years ago?”
“Yeah.”
Taekyung nodded. Tears continued to flow from Seoha’s eyes. He kissed her forehead and the corners of her eyes tenderly.
Don’t be afraid.
No matter what happens, I’ll believe in you.
I’ll stay by your side. Even if the truth tears me apart.
Taekyung placed Seoha on his lap, held her hand, and, as if to encourage Seoha’s newfound courage, gently stroked her hair.
With tears in their eyes, the two smiling people revealed the emotions they had accumulated over the years.
Amidst the tumultuous emotions, Taekyung firmly planted his feet and held Seoha’s hand.
“Now tell me the story. I’ll listen.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
