Like Cha Han-bin said, is our connection really just a fleeting encounter?
Is this man too much of an unreasonable desire for me? Holding onto something that shouldn’t be, does it keep causing disturbances?
“…”
Although I poured out my feelings, none of it felt refreshing. Yeon-woo picked up a water glass to soothe her frustration. His black gaze closely followed Yeon-woo as she drank.
His eyes, devoid of any affection, were a rarity.
“Anyway, today is a good time we haven’t had in a while.”
Jun-hwi was the one to break the uncomfortable silence.
“We should spend it pleasantly. Let go of the anger. I’m sorry for everything.”
However, his apologetic eyes remained indifferent.
For a moment, it felt like someone was squeezing Yeon-woo’s heart, creating a tingling sensation. Yeon-woo couldn’t suppress the rising warmth.
“Like that…!”
Don’t speak as if consoling a child or offering sympathy.
Sharp words that hadn’t been uttered escaped from her inside, circulating, causing her to gasp for breath. Unspoken tears welled up in Yeon-woo’s eyes.
Plop, the fallen teardrop dotted the tabletop. Yeon-woo lowered her head.
As if a dam was collapsing, accumulated feelings of bitterness surged all at once.
Delaying wedding preparations. Sending two or three messages before getting a response. A busy man for whom obligatory greetings and touches were everything.
Maybe… are these signs that his heart has become neglectful?
Is this how marriage is supposed to be? Do people marry while gradually cooling off like this?
But this was a question she couldn’t ask her friends or parents.
How can I express it? As if the lover subtly cooled off when starting wedding preparations.
‘What about from now on?’
Should she endure the neglected feeling during the countless years they would spend together? She had no confidence and didn’t want to do that.
Yeon-woo grabbed her trembling fingertips. As the overwhelming waves of emotions swept her away, she felt like she was being invaded, even to the tips of her hair.
“Shall we end it here, us.”
As if borrowing someone else’s mouth, words that had never been spoken so boldly flowed from Yeon-woo’s lips.
Now, it seemed like she was tired. She wanted to stop. She felt pathetic, like a third-rate athlete who had collapsed before the marathon even began, doing only warm-up exercises.
“Ha.”
As Yeon-woo pulled out the bomb, she looked at the water glass, and soon a deflating sound, as if it was absurd, was heard.
He was laughing low with his head bowed.
Is this something to laugh off? I’m serious, and you’re laughing?
There was a shattering feeling in my head.
“Now, can we limit the tantrum to that extent?”
“…Tantrum?”
“Yeah. Distinguish between what should be said and what shouldn’t.”
He had suddenly put away the relaxed laughter. Underneath his firm eyes, the black gaze was so intense that it was impossible to gauge what was inside.
“Not a tantrum. I’m sincere.”
“Sincere?”
“Yes. I want to stop.”
“What do you want to stop and how? Tell me specifically.”
In his habitual forceful manner, Jun-hwi’s approach made Yeon-woo feel exhausted.
“Don’t command people while speaking in imperative!”
“Why is asking for a clear explanation considered a command?”
Even the patience to continue sitting wore thin. Yeon-woo stood up abruptly.
“There’s nothing more to explain. It’s exactly as I said. I want to stop.”
“…”
“I’m tired… so let’s end it here.”
“…”
Jun-hwi looked straight at Yeon-woo and shook his tie roughly.
“I’m originally a severe workaholic, and I’m busier than others, two or three times more. I’m well aware of that. It’s not like I started this without knowing.”
“This is not simply a problem that arose from being busy.”
“If you know everything, can’t you understand a bit?”
Ah, now it was clear.
Yeon-woo didn’t seem like the wife he wanted. A wife with a broad heart, understanding everything and caring for everything.
“Yes. I’ve become so narrow-minded that I can’t understand such things.”
“Kim Yeon-woo.”
“So, I can’t even think about marriage.”
Annoyingly, he twisted his lips. Even the disheveled hair and the loose tie couldn’t hide his intense gaze.
“Tell me exactly. Why are you being so stubborn?”
“I keep expressing my opinion, but it seems like I’m just being stubborn and throwing a tantrum.”
“You need to know the reason to resolve it!”
“Reason? I don’t know about that. Why would there be a reason for throwing a tantrum? Analyze it, Lawyer. Oh, you’re busy. Can’t do it, huh.”
“…”
“I just want to stop. Both the marriage and the relationship. Everything.”
In the gap between the quiet classical music, the murmuring conversation, and the clinking of dishes, only the tables of the two seemed like a deserted island.
“You must be sure you won’t regret it.”
Jun-hwi’s eyes, with a deeply sunk voice, trembled slightly.
“Well, do as you wish.”
He stood up abruptly, looked down at Yeon-woo for a moment, then walked away.
“Ha.”
Yeon-woo held the white tablecloth tightly.
Is this the end for us?
It must be the end.
‘Just as I wanted.’
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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