Instead of waking him up with a shake, it was like a mischievous puppy, playfully trying to rouse its owner.
He squinted down to see Siwoo wriggling on his chest. When their eyes met, Siwoo made a surprised sound and then pretended as if he had no intention of waking him, playing innocent.
Frowning slightly, Jung Hyuk watched Siwoo with clear eyes. Embarrassed by the attention, Siwoo broke into a grin.
He couldn’t be mad at him.
A sigh, mixed with laughter, escaped Jung Hyuk’s lips.
“Siwoo.”
“Huh? Yes!”
His response was bright and energetic.
Peach-fuzz on his cheeks glowed like soft velvet in the sunlight.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes! Uh… good morning.”
Siwoo, lying on Jung Hyuk’s chest, bobbed his head down in a bow and then looked up quickly.
“Huh? Where’s Mommy?”
“She’s sleeping. Let’s not wake her.”
Jung Hyuk responded languidly, gently stroking Siwoo’s forehead.
Da Jung, who had been vigilantly watching over Siwoo all night, had eventually succumbed to sleep. She had fallen asleep to the point of collapse and had been moved to another room. This had happened just as dawn was breaking.
Jung Hyuk closed his eyes again, cradling his head on his arm, and murmured sleepily.
“Siwoo.”
“Hmm, yes!”
“Are you not hurting anymore?”
“Huh? Um? Yes! Siwoo was hurting!”
He seemed to faintly remember the pain.
“Yeah, Siwoo was in a lot of pain.”
Acknowledging his pain, a look of worry crossed Siwoo’s small face.
“Siwoo… it worries Mommy when you’re hurt…”
“Yes, Mommy was very worried.”
As their eyes met, Siwoo’s lips parted bravely.
“But! Siwoo’s not hurting anymore.”
“Is that so.”
Children recover so quickly. From being on the brink of death to being completely lively.
Jung Hyuk just smiled. His chest heaved with laughter, making Siwoo bob up and down.
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed. Surprised by the powerful sound, Jung Hyuk’s eyes widened. The vibration from the small body against him was unbelievable.
Looking down, Siwoo’s eyes were wide with surprise too. He seemed startled by the noise from his own stomach. Embarrassed, he laughed again.
Amused and exasperated, Jung Hyuk chuckled and closed his eyes again. But exactly three seconds later, he got out of bed.
His eyelids felt heavy, his body sluggish like a waterlogged sponge, but when your child’s stomach calls for food, your body naturally responds.
“Come here.”
He picked up Siwoo, who crawled towards him.
As he playfully tickled Siwoo’s belly, which had made a tremendous sound earlier, the child erupted into laughter.
The belly, which was somewhat bloated usually, had slimmed down considerably. After such vomiting, it was natural for hunger to set in.
Lifting his sallow face, he grabbed his phone and waited for the call to connect while gently rubbing Siwoo’s head.
The scent of the previous night’s ordeal lingered faintly, a sour smell, but even that brought a smile to his face.
Soon, a voice came through the phone.
“Could you bring some porridge? Abalone porridge. Please make sure it’s finely chopped, it’s for the kid.”
“Mommy! Look, the sea, the sea!”
Little Siwoo pointed to the endlessly stretching emerald sea with his small hand.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Siwoo?”
Holding Siwoo’s hand, Da Jung led him towards the water. The shallow waves washed over their feet, tickling their toes with the swept sand grains. Siwoo giggled and jumped around like a dolphin at the sensation.
After carefully putting on a life jacket and fitting him with snorkeling goggles, Da Jung let Siwoo play in the shallow water. He initially recoiled at the undulating waves but soon laughed bashfully, looking up.
“Look! Anchovies!”
Siwoo pointed to the shimmering water, watching the swiftly swimming small fish with innocent fascination.
“Siwoo, only play here. Don’t go far, okay?”
“Okay!”
Initially timid, Siwoo soon started splashing in the shallow waters.
From under a nearby parasol, Da Jung watched him. His rapid recovery from earlier fears brought an exhausted smile to her face.
Enjoying the regained peace, Da Jung deeply inhaled the sea air. Then a contrived scream broke the tranquility.
“Eek! Junho, catch meee!”
“If I catch you, you have to grant a wish!”
As Junho dashed through the sand, Soli screamed and began to run away.
Her running was neither fast nor slow, almost like she was intentionally making it easy to be caught.
Junho, unaware or maybe not, didn’t seem to know that Soli had been a volleyball player until high school. Rumor had it she could break 100 meters in 10.3 seconds.
The couple, in their swimsuits, ran around the beach like they had been dating for a year, causing a ruckus.
Soli was soon effortlessly caught by Junho.
“Caught you!”
“Eek! Junho, you’re so naughty!”
Da Jung shook her head at the shocking reality of Soli’s character. The Soli she knew, who could smash cockroaches with her bare hands, must have been someone else.
Her bafflement at the quick romantic recovery of her fast-falling friend meant their friendship lacked depth. Soli had overcome her heartbreak in just five days – perhaps a fortunate thing?
Lost in thought, Da Jung’s attention was caught by the sound of water splashing. Looking up, she saw someone emerging from the water.
The unreal figure slicked back his wet hair. His sun-warmed skin shimmered with moisture, and his long strides towards the shore were almost miraculous.
It was like a scene from a commercial, leaving Da Jung’s mouth agape in awe.
Catching sight of the man approaching her, Da Jung quickly closed her mouth.
Jung Hyuk, drenched like a wet dog, reached the parasol and threw a towel over his head. Then he said out of the blue.
“Should I do it for Yoo Da Jung too?”
“…What?”
As she asked back, Jung Hyuk’s gaze drifted to the playful couple in the distance.
“If you’re jealous, just say it. I’ll do it for you.”
“What’s there to be jealous of?”
“Too bad. I was ready to chase you to the ends of the earth.”
As the man leaned back, exposing his well-defined abs, Da Jung didn’t know where to look and quickly turned her attention back to Siwoo. For a while, she was lost in a daze, letting all sensations flood her senses.
The color of the water and the sky, and even the scent of the sea breeze were delightful. Everything felt peaceful, including the sound of his voice carried by the wind.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Just… it feels like being abroad and I love it. It might sound silly, but that trip to Spain was my first and last international trip.”
His calm gaze lingered on Da Jung’s face for a moment before drifting off to the distant sea.
“Think about it.”
“About what?”
“Where to go for our honeymoon.”
The peace she was feeling shattered in an instant.
“The Caribbean would be nice, or the Maldives. Or even a trip around the Mediterranean with Siwoo.”
He was quite serious. Da Jung’s eyes widened instinctively.
“Cha Jung Hyuk, what are you talking about?”
At her lukewarm response, Jung Hyuk sighed.
“I know, ideally, it’s a honeymoon and you’d want it to be just the two of us. But I can’t live a month without my son. So, I’m including him as a concession. You’ll have to compromise on that, Yoo Da Jung.”
“…”
It wasn’t that kind of response she had expected.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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