Seoha managed to pull herself together and returned home with Minjun. Unable to stay any longer at Taekyung’s villa, they had to come to Seoha’s empty house with Minjun. Fortunately, the boiler had been fixed, but the house, left vacant for days, was still chillingly cold.
“Mom, it’s cold.”
“Just a little longer, wait. I turned up the boiler, so it’ll get warm soon. And I turned on the electric blanket. Mom will hold you.”
Minjun, in response to Seoha’s words, nestled in her arms like a baby bird seeking warmth. He was a baby with a soft and sweet scent, impervious to the thorny realities.
Seoha’s heart ached at the thought of Minjun suffering because of his unworthy mother. Shortly after, Myunghoon arrived at the house.
“Ugh, the house is still quite cold. Is Minjun okay?”
“Grandpa!”
As soon as Myunghoon entered, he sought out Minjun. Minjun, getting up from Seoha’s arms, rushed to Myunghoon.
“I turned on the boiler. Haven’t you had your meal yet?”
“Yeah. Minjun must be hungry. Grandpa bought some fish-shaped buns. Do you want to eat?”
“Yes, Grandpa!”
In response to Myunghoon’s words, Minjun cheerfully answered. Seoha quickly made soup and a few side dishes, and the three of them had a meal like usual, but the empty feeling persisted.
Taekyung, sitting across from Minjun, caught Seoha’s eye. Her heart stung.
She had to let him go. There was no use in her being by his side. Not only would she be of no help to Taekyung, but Minjun would also get hurt.
She had lived well without Taekyung so far, and Minjun had lived well without a father. Going back to those days would be enough.
This brief reunion with Taekyung was nothing more than a dream of a spring day.
As Seoha struggled to eat her meal properly, Myunghoon looked concerned as she picked at her food with chopsticks. When she couldn’t eat properly, he noticed a worried expression on Myunghoon’s face.
After the meal, at a late hour, the warmth gradually filled the house. After cleaning up the dining table, Seoha put Minjun to sleep and went to the living room.
Myunghoon was flipping through television channels in the living room. Seoha leaned against the back of the sofa where Myunghoon was sitting and sat on the floor.
Myunghoon, without taking his eyes off the television, casually opened his mouth.
“What’s going on? Don’t hide it; tell me.”
“Dad, I’m thinking about taking Minjun and going to Seoul.”
“Seoul? Han Seonae, going to Seoul together?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
Myunghoon already knew what was going on between Seoha and Taekyung. Secretly, he hoped that Taekyung would be with Seoha this time, for Minjun’s sake.
“Well, then? Is there anything else? Are people bothering you around here?”
“No, it seems like I’m causing trouble at the kindergarten, and it would be difficult to go to another kindergarten in Yangpyeong. So, I’m thinking of just going to Seoul. It seems better for Minjun to grow up in Seoul than in Yangpyeong.”
“Really? Alright then. Let’s wrap things up in Yangpyeong and head to Seoul. I’ve been getting a bit tired of it here too. Here.”
“Dad?”
Seoha widened her eyes and looked at Myunghoon. She hadn’t expected Myunghoon to suggest leaving Yangpyeong first.
“Why? Did this old man think of leaving you behind?”
“No, of course not. Dad, you liked Yangpyeong.”
“I thought I’d feel more at ease if you and Minjun went together. There might be someone to take care of Minjun in emergencies, and when Minjun gets a bit older, you can come back to Yangpyeong. Anyway, my hometown is not Yangpyeong, so it’s okay.”
“Because of me…”
Actually, even without this, I wanted to suggest moving to another place to you. I saw your mother a while ago. No, I’m sure it was your mother. That guy was with her too. I wonder what kind of scheme they’re up to. I’m worried they might cause trouble for you.”
Seoha fell into contemplation at Myunghoon’s words. How would Seungae perceive her?
Hyunyoung was intimidating, but Seungae was even more frightening.
The firm grip of her hand, which had still clung to her, felt as if it lingered.
When Seoha shook involuntarily, Myunghoon grabbed her shoulders.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from your mother. You and Minjun too. Even though I may not have much strength, I’ll try my best. It’s better not to meet her if possible, so let’s go to Seoul.”
“Dad, thank you.”
Seoha became emotional watching Myunghoon, who was protecting her. She always thought she was protecting Minjun, but maybe, in reality, she was being protected by Myunghoon.
Seoha leaned on Myunghoon’s knees.
“Dad, I’m really thankful and sorry.”
“If you know that, don’t push Han Seon away.”
At Myunghoon’s words, Seoha suddenly stood up and widened her eyes.
“Han Seon seems genuinely concerned about you. You don’t dislike Han Seon, do you? What’s so frightening?”
“Dad, that’s…”
“Also, what grandmother would hassle her grandson, who looks just like her son? Even if she does, I’ll stop her. Is HY Group a big deal? Children surpass their parents. If Han Seon’s heart is firm, just follow your heart.”
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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