However, contrary to Da Jung’s worries, Sol seemed to have already overcome her past heartbreak, which only added to Da Jung’s concerns.
“Oh, that naive girl.”
Suddenly, a sharp clanging sound snapped Da Jung out of her thoughts. Lost in contemplation, she hadn’t noticed Jung Hyuk’s knife hitting her plate to get her attention.
Looking up, Jung Hyuk’s gaze, which had been quietly fixed on her, now glanced at the other table and then back at her.
“Eat.”
His look seemed to suggest she stop being overly concerned about others’ affairs. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Da Jung took a bite of her finely cut steak, glancing diagonally at the man who had arranged this surprise event. He was entirely focused on slicing his steak.
His well-defined arm muscles bulged, an extravagant use for just slicing meat. He was meticulously mincing the steak.
The meat, though tenderly cooked, had been too tough for Siwoo’s mouth, leading him to spit it out a few times.
Jung Hyuk offered the finely minced steak to Siwoo, coaxing him to eat. He patiently watched Siwoo chew, ready to feed him again as soon as the chewing slowed. His caring demeanor resembled a father bird feeding its young.
Despite being drained from appeasing a fussy child all day, he patiently fed Siwoo like a doting father.
Jung Hyuk indeed possessed all the qualities of a good father; in fact, he already was one. Realizing this, Da Jung felt a poignant stir in her heart.
Then, the conversation of the blind date couple caught her attention again.
“Ms. Sol closely matches my ideal type. She’s as beautiful as a Barbie doll and, as I’ve heard, has a heart as pure as a fairy.”
“Mr. Juno is quite handsome.”
Sol’s awkward flattery made Da Jung unable to hide her disapproval.
Has her tongue been cut in half?
Da Jung couldn’t hide her disgusted expression as she watched Soli speaking with a slight lisp.
The man named Hong Junho seemed quite impressive, at least on the surface.
He was slightly shorter than Jung Hyuk, but his overall sturdy build was no less impressive. Plus, he had a constant, beaming smile, giving him a warm, bear-like demeanor.
Yet, his smooth talk raised suspicions in Da Jung’s mind that he might be a womanizer.
Da Jung leaned toward Jung Hyuk, who was diligently feeding the little bird.
“Is that guy trustworthy, Jung Hyuk? You know Soli has a tender heart.”
Jung Hyuk’s eyes briefly scanned the adjacent table and returned to Da Jung. He blinked impassively.
“Hard to say. Yoo Da Jung herself charmed me five years ago with such an innocent face.”
“When did I ever do that!”
Da Jung protested in fluster.
“No?”
“No! You were the one who approached me first!”
“Really?”
Chuckling lightly, Jung Hyuk returned to feeding the little bird. Da Jung fanned her suddenly heated cheeks.
But wait. Hong Junho? Where had she seen him before? It felt like a deja vu.
Then, Junho’s voice reached her ears again.
“If we have a daughter who looks like Soli, she would be so beautiful.”
“Oh my, I don’t know.”
Da Jung rolled her eyes in disbelief. She leaned again toward Jung Hyuk, lowering her voice.
“That guy seems like a player. Who talks about having daughters on a first date?”
“What about it? Yoo Da Jung hasn’t even dated and already has a five-year-old son.”
Speechless, Da Jung chose to remain silent, feeling like she was digging her own grave.
“Oh, there’s something on you, Soli.”
“What is it?”
Junho’s hand moved close to Soli’s ear, and then,
“You got beauty on you. Hahaha!”
“Awww, Junho!”
Da Jung couldn’t hide her disdain. She wasn’t the only one who would find it uncomfortable.
Turning her frowning eyes toward Jung Hyuk, she expected him to react. His gaze was already on her.
Aren’t you going to say anything? As she widened her eyes in a silent challenge, Jung Hyuk spoke calmly.
“Yoo Da Jung got a lot on her too.”
After dinner, back at the accommodation, Da Jung pulled out a box of green mandarins from her suitcase. Meanwhile, Jung Hyuk naturally picked up Siwoo.
Following Da Jung, Jung Hyuk’s steps gradually slowed down and eventually stopped.
Siwoo, who had been lively at dinner, was again deeply subdued.
“Siwoo?”
No response came from the limp child in his arms. His eyes fluttered weakly, showing no sign of life.
Jung Hyuk gently pressed his ear to Siwoo’s neck, then cautiously touched his hand to his own lips.
Resuming his slow walk into the room, Jung Hyuk called out to Da Jung.
“Da Jung, something’s wrong with Siwoo.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Siwoo is hot.”
Startled, Da Jung quickly set down the box of mandarins and took Siwoo from him.
Sitting on the sofa, she felt his forehead and neck. A warmth was evident. She fetched a thermometer, which read 37.4˚C – a slight fever.
Siwoo was utterly listless. It was unclear why he suddenly became like this.
Da Jung gently stroked his damp forehead.
“Siwoo, can you tell mommy where it hurts?”
“Mommy… my nose…”
Nuzzling into Da Jung’s embrace, Siwoo whined.
“Poor baby. You must be feeling tough. Let’s take care of your nose.”
Deciding it wasn’t severe enough for a hospital visit, Da Jung put Siwoo to bed early. After cooling him down and applying a fever patch, she gently patted him until he fell asleep.
Retaking his temperature, it had decreased to 36.8˚C.
With the medicine and rest, he should feel better after a good night’s sleep.
He had given him a fever reducer, so he would be fine after a good sleep.
A little before midnight.
Jung Hyuk, pale-faced, rushed into the emergency room, clueless about what to do next. Holding Siwoo’s head steady against his chest to prevent it from shaking, he yelled for help.
“Over here! My child is sick! Hurry!”
While he was doing so, Siwoo, still semi-conscious, continued to vomit. His breathing was labored, and his body, drenched in sweat and vomit, was sticky and limp.
“My child is sick!”
“Nurse: Guardian, over here! Please lay him down here!”
At Jung Hyuk’s loud call, a nurse hurried over and pointed to an emergency bed.
“Guardian, please wait over there for a moment.”
As soon as they laid the child down, doctors and nurses rushed over and started a basic examination.
The feared situation had unfolded. Not long after putting Siwoo to bed, he began to vomit. Having been relieved that the fever was dropping, they were caught off guard when his body suddenly overheated.
Throughout the examination, Siwoo continued to vomit. Having already thrown up everything he had eaten, he was now vomiting up yellow bile.
“Oh, what do we do….”
Da Jung, standing at a distance, helplessly pacing, quickly became tearful. Someone firmly grasped her trembling hand. The hand, desperately clutching hers, trembled faintly, betraying anxiety.
With one shoulder soaked in vomit, his face drained of color, he wore a look of fear.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
