Consistently honoring the agreement, he was an inexperienced father who had never tried being a mom like the persistently awkward mom, but he knew that demanding the child’s reaction sternly was not the right thing to do at this moment.
As agreed, Dajeong and Junghyuk devoted plenty of time to Siwoo at his eye level. Of course, internally, they felt their patience wearing thin.
Wearing concerned expressions, the two waited for Siwoo’s decision, contemplating what would happen if the confession and apology did not lead to forgiveness.
Siwoo’s mouth, which had been wide open for a while, finally closed, and he pursed his lips. His head tilted about 15 degrees.
“Siwoo…”
At the trembling voice of Dajeong, reminiscent of a goat’s cry, Junghyuk glanced at her. Yudajeong seemed at a loss.
If Siwoo’s eye area turned red, he might burst into tears at any moment. A woman who had been bold at times was now so helpless when it came to her child.
Seeing her holding onto the hem of her clothes under the table, Junghyuk reached out. When he grasped her hand, her gaze turned to him.
Their eyes met, and she smiled faintly. Then, the tension in Dajeong’s clenched fist relaxed.
“Um…”
Continuing to repeat sounds like “Um?” Siwoo’s eyes alternated between Mom and Dad, blinking innocently.
His expression seemed somewhat unrealistic, but it was understandable.
There were undoubtedly complex propositions floating around in his head that might be challenging even for a five-year-old to comprehend.
Someone who suddenly appeared one day, bought delicious things, and even gave lots of toys—a good man who became Mom’s boyfriend and was thought to have gone to heaven. If it were easily accepted, wouldn’t that be even more strange?
Perhaps it was more confusing for an adult than for a five-year-old, as even simple clarifications might seem perplexing.
Siwoo loves his mom, but the love and trust toward his mom may not be directly proportional.
At the age of five, Yoo Siwoo might be aware of something. Generally, what moms say is considered half lies.
How many times has Siwoo been deceived, believing his mom’s words that she would hold onto the New Year’s money given by Grandma and Aunt?
Therefore, although he loves his mom, accepting this confession might be difficult.
With pursed lips, Siwoo tilted his head to the other side this time. It seemed he hadn’t fully processed what I had said.
Amidst this, Siwoo remained innocent and confident. Looking at his innocent and fearless eyes, Dajeong awkwardly chuckled.
“You know, Siwoo…”
“Um, yes!”
Even in this situation, Siwoo was straightforward and confident. Smiling awkwardly at his innocent eyes, Dajeong continued.
“A long time ago, Mom and Dad loved each other very, very much. That’s why our Siwoo was born. Do you know that if Mom and Dad love each other, a baby is born?”
Suddenly started fairy tale storytelling, Siwoo’s eyes sparkled.
“Yep! Suwon’s dad originally loved Suwon’s mom, um… but now he loves another sister, and they had a baby. So, Suwon was like, ‘Ugh, how does love change?’ Something like that.”
“Hmm…? Uh, really?”
Dajeong awkwardly laughed. Her current position wasn’t suitable for discussing her son’s friend’s family history.
“Anyway… when Siwoo was born, Mom was really, really happy. So Mom ran eagerly to tell Dad the news, but, well, Dad got into a huge traffic accident with a hundred cars crashing, you know?”
At that point, Siwoo gasped, swallowing a surprised breath. His enlarged pupils shook in shock.
“Because it was a tremendous accident with nearly a hundred cars involved, Mom couldn’t find Dad at all. So, Mom was so, so sad, thinking Dad had gone to heaven.”
Dajeong mimicked crying.
Listening to the unbelievable storytelling, Junghyuk unconsciously snorted. Recently learning that his son considered 100 as the largest number was astonishing.
Dajeong’s melancholic voice returned to cheerful.
“But one day, Dad, who we thought had gone to heaven, suddenly appeared like, poof! Mom was so, so surprised, but Dad didn’t recognize Mom. Because due to the traffic accident, Dad had amnesia.”
At that moment, feeling goosebumps crawling all over his body, Junghyuk couldn’t bear it any longer and blurted out an aside.
“Yudajeong, too dramatic. Is there anything else to explain?”
Throwing the comment directly, he turned his gaze to Siwoo. Then, he straightforwardly said to Siwoo:
“Yusiwu. It’s not difficult. I’m Dad. Siwoo’s Dad.”
“Huh? Dad…?”
“Yeah, Dad.”
“…….”
Still perplexed, Siwoo looked at Junghyuk. Junghyuk sighed, observing the bewildered Siwoo.
“Siwoo, even a mirror shows that I’m Dad. What if you still don’t know?”
“Huh…?”
Siwoo’s cheek twitched, completely unaware of the confusion he was causing. Junghyuk raised an eyebrow.
“Well then, a genetic test…”
“Mr. Chajunghyuk!”
Dajeong promptly intervened, preventing a tactless remark. Even without a sense of tact, this direct approach wouldn’t work with a child.
“Dad?”
It was a clear and cheerful voice.
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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