“……Be, Bean Paste! Listen to me, okay?”
“Bean Paste? Bean, Paste―?”
Bean Paste, who had been only mumbling, flashed a daggerlike stare.
Her already large eyes widened even more, causing the irritation reflected in them to flicker a threatening blue.
“Mi, misunderstanding! Da Jung just doesn’t know the situation and misunderstood, I’ll explain everything. Okay?”
Trying desperately to nullify what Da Jung had witnessed, Yoon Doo Joong stammered out his excuses.
That meek, pitiful creep who only went after healthy women, the man who went around declaring he was her destiny, was just that. A lousy loser.
The truth triggered more than shock, it ignited an unbearable fury, and Sol lost her temper.
“Yaaah―!”
Sol screamed, simultaneously throwing a tray that twirled through the air and sadly hit the wall, ricocheting off with a bang.
Had the muscular man not instinctively covered his head and crouched, it would have hit him squarely in the face.
Seemingly disappointed, Sol clenched her teeth and turned around.
Her trembling hand reached for a hefty object on the counter. It was a flowerpot with a small coffee tree growing in it.
The phrase engraved on the fluttering ribbon was clearly visible.
「Congratulations on your move! Good luck, Boss! Your forever partner, Da Jung♥」
“You jerk! Get out―Ah!”
The moment the flowerpot soared into the air, Doo Joong sucked in a startled breath. He estimated that if the heftylooking object hit him, it would pack a significant punch.
Realizing there was no room for negotiation, Doo Joong beat a hasty retreat out of the café. He was a man who valued selfpreservation over dignity.
“Jerk! If I see you again, know you’re dead!”
With him already gone, Sol continued to stomp around the café, venting her anger.
“Huaaaaahhhhh!”
A loud sob swept through the café. It had been quite a while since the Closed sign had been hung on the entrance.
To Sol, who couldn’t stop crying, Da Jung cautiously asked.
“Sol, did you give him something like a guarantee… or any money?”
Though comfort should come first before confirming such things, there were realistic issues to address.
“Huuh… huh! I didn’t giiiive it!”
Even amidst her sobs, she managed to reply. At least that was some good news.
Her big eyes let out tear drops as big as chickpeas. It was heartbreaking.
Joining her in biting her lips, Da Jung gently held and comforted Sol, who was weeping on her shoulder.
She had just been happy to have found her life partner, and now she was left with nothing but wounds.
Although outwardly bold, Sol was a deeply sensitive and tenderhearted girl. And her tears, how they flowed.
“Uwaaaah―! Da Jung! You know, right? Because I’ve been raising Shi Woo, I couldn’t even date―! Huaaaah.”
By this point, Da Jung had no words left, even if she had ten mouths. Tears welled up in Da Jung’s eyes that she had been desperately holding back.
“You know, you know well. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.”
She couldn’t definitively say that the lack of a relationship was due to Si Woo, but it was true that Sol had dedicatedly cared for her friend’s son like her own child.
It was a favor that could never be repaid, even if she were to offer her head in return.
So, Da Jung felt a great sense of responsibility and regret over this matter. Her fury when she witnessed Yoon Du Jung flirt with another woman was also because of that.
“I’m really sorry. I’m sorry. Sol…”
“I thought he was going to get married!”
“Yeah! Yeah! He’s a scoundrel. A scoundrel to be killed!”
“Haha! I also wanted to get married, have a beautiful baby like Si Woo, and live a sweet life!”
In her simplicity, Da Jung couldn’t suppress her swelling emotions and eventually wet her eyes.
“You will. You’ll meet a good person, have a beautiful baby, and live while being loved. Definitely…”
Chorororob, jjok, chorob.
A frivolous sound echoed through the space as gloomy as a funeral hall.
Da Jung’s weeping eyes instantly sharpened and darted to the man on the opposite side, sipping through a straw.
As always, Jung Hyuk was sitting in his unique, slanted posture, comfortably sipping free coffee without saying anything.
He followed her around for no reason, acting busy sometimes, which was quite leisurely.
She glared at him as if annoyed, gesturing with her eyes for him to read the room, but if he were the type to notice, he wouldn’t be acting this way in the first place.
When she glared at him, he widened his eyes and asked “Why?” with his mouth, his expression was so innocent that it left her speechless.
Whether he was clueless, or thoughtless, anyway, he often screwed up worse than Si Woo, causing her to burst into laughter.
After calming Sol down and leaving the cafe, Jung Hyuk followed Da Jung like a puppy.
Leading the way, Da Jung turned around and rolled her eyes.
“Who are you to meddle? Why did you follow me here while the child is upset?”
Despite her rebuking words, Jung Hyuk’s eyes suddenly drifted to the distance.
“Do you know what the second most impressive fairy tale I’ve read is?”
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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