“Sir, I need Seoha. Please help me win her heart back.”
“Mr. Han.”
“Sir.”
Myunghoon, wordlessly, opened a new bottle of soju and drank a couple of glasses.
He thought, if Taekyung still has such feelings for Seoha and is Minjun’s father, maybe it’s okay. Apparently, he was clueless and helpless.
For Seoha, for Minjun.
Moved by Seoha’s struggles in raising Minjun alone and feeling sympathy for Minjun growing up without a father, Myunghoon wanted to give Taekyung another chance.
“I won’t oppose it, but I can’t readily agree either. Winning back Seoha’s heart is your responsibility. If it’s meant to be, things will work out.”
“I’ll do my best.”
The two men spent a long while drinking together, gradually growing closer over their shared affection and love for the same woman.
“I must have betrayed my country multiple times in a past life to end up with a friend like you,” Kyuwon grumbled while moving Taekyung’s stuff. He was annoyed that Taekyung left his fine house in Hannam-dong for a place in Yangpyeong.
“It’s not much, but having to see your face even on weekends is infuriating.”
“Just get married already.”
“Me, marry? Because of you, I don’t even have time to meet someone! Tell me to marry when I have the time!”
“We’re the only ones who can’t leave work on time. Not my fault.”
Kyuwon’s complaints didn’t faze Taekyung, who casually mentioned his expectation of moving-in rice cake.
“Who does moving-in rice cakes these days?”
“So, did you bring it or not?”
“Yes, it’s on its way!”
Kyuwon grumbled incessantly.
Taekyung calmly unpacked, eliciting only sighs from Kyuwon.
“Who can stop that headstrong guy?”
Kyuwon’s grumble was met with a shrug from Taekyung.
As they were unpacking, Kyuwon’s stomach growled.
“Feed me if you’re going to work me!”
“I ordered jajangmyeon.”
“What about tangsuyuk? I gave up my weekend for this!”
“Stop nagging. Are you moving stuff with your mouth? Just work here.”
“Why would I not have anywhere to use my strength? I moved that heavy box of books and precious game console!”
While they bickered, the jajangmyeon and tangsuyuk arrived. Kyuwon, humming, tore open the packaging when the intercom rang.
“Who’s that?”
“Must be the rice cake.”
Taekyung left the jajangmyeon and headed to the door.
The delivery person was holding a box of moving-in rice cakes.
“Thank you.”
Grabbing the box, Taekyung put on his shoes.
“Where are you going? The jajangmyeon will get soggy.”
“I’ll be right back. Start without me.”
“I might eat it all.”
“Suit yourself.”
Taekyung, seemingly indifferent to the jajangmyeon, left with the rice cakes. Kyuwon shook his head and bit into a piece of tangsuyuk.
Taekyung’s destination was none other than Seoha’s So-Mang Villa.
Checking his casual attire, he sighed.
In a crumpled t-shirt and jeans, he straightened himself out and stood in front of Seoha’s door.
Talking to himself nervously, he tried to calm down.
“Why’s my heart racing over just delivering moving-in rice cakes? It’s just that, nothing more. Phew.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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