As the autumn night deepened, the moon, rising leisurely in the night sky, shone even brighter.
“Love you,” he whispered in a fading confession, making her heart race, but Dajeong, bathed in moonlight, simply smiled.
As it reached that point, Jeonghyuk’s eyes narrowed. Like a child, he started fidgeting and reaching out.
“I love you.”
“I like you too, Mr. Chajunghyuk.”
Reluctantly responding, Dajeong’s face became more serene.
“I love you, but does Yoo Dajeong only like me?”
“A forced answer isn’t sincere. And I’m not sure about good things yet. That’s the truth.”
With a disappointed expression, Jeonghyuk soon lowered his head.
“I understand. I have a lot to apologize for.”
Somehow, it seemed like he was continually blaming himself. Dajeong wrapped her hand around his cheek and made him look at her.
“Don’t you know that saying sorry has become a habit? If you say it too often, it doesn’t feel sincere.”
Speaking in a tough manner, he raised his head when she finished.
“My apologies are always sincere.”
“The important thing is how the listener feels.”
“I can’t help how they feel. Apologizing is apologizing.”
Frustrated by his stubbornness, Dajeong made a face. While speaking, she exerted more pressure with her hand around his face.
“What on earth is there to be sorry for?”
“Because I loved Yoo Dajeong enough to die for her?”
As if questioning her for not knowing, his eyebrows lifted. Dajeong’s face twisted in shock, but he was unfazed. It was the truth.
If he hadn’t loved Yoo Dajeong and Yoo Si-woo, what would have happened? Even looking back, he couldn’t imagine himself not doing so.
Still, if he hadn’t been greedy, he would have lived peacefully and safely without any trouble. Just like it had been for the past five years.
He had already decided to break off the engagement with Han Songa. However, the reason he didn’t announce the breakup earlier was due to the impending aftermath.
It seemed like he was constantly blaming himself, and Dajeong made an impression, looking at him. With a more forceful grip on his face, she said, “Sorry is a habit, you know? If you say it too often, it doesn’t feel sincere.”
It had been a long time since he decided to break off the engagement with Han Songa. Nevertheless, he couldn’t decide to break up sooner because he was worried about the possible backlash.
There was a sufficient forecast of what trials awaited, and the hesitation of whether he had the qualifications to put the hat into those trials caught him by the ankle.
He worried about that point and hesitated, but ultimately, things flowed in the direction he wanted.
If one thing had gone wrong, it was the predicted origin of the trial. Naturally, he expected Chairman Park to set a trap.
So, he had prepared thoroughly to confront his grandmother, but then Oh Hyuna, a sudden minefield, appeared out of the blue.
Jeonghyuk, his face covered by her hands, gazed deeply into Dajeong’s eyes.
“What are you thinking?”
“Just wondering. How about we become a couple who says ‘thank you’ more often than ‘I’m sorry’ in the future?”
Jeonghyuk chuckled. With that, he immediately put it into practice, like a student who listens well.
“Thank you.”
“I’m thankful too.”
The intimate time under the night sky, wrapped in a chilly atmosphere, came to an end when Dajeong wrapped her shoulders around the time to clasp. Instead, the affectionate gaze they exchanged continued all the way to the bedding that Jeongae had prepared.
Although the son-in-law was dark, their eyes, accustomed to the darkness, clearly captured each other’s faces.
As they lay looking at each other with their arms as pillows, Jeonghyuk suddenly laughed.
“Yoo Dajeong, I think my side will get burned.”
At the voice that seemed absurd, Dajeong couldn’t help but smile. Not that it wasn’t absurd—the floor felt hot, despite lying on a thick mattress and despite the fact that the underfloor heating was thin from the 20-year-old construction work.
Anyway, it was just perfect for getting a burn on the side.
“Just a moment.”
Finding it too amusing, Dajeong laughed for a while before crawling out of the blanket. Then, she crawled towards the door and fumbled for the temperature control. As expected, the temperature was set to MAX.
After adjusting the temperature appropriately and turning around, Jeonghyuk lifted the blanket wide open, as if waiting for Dajeong. She snugly buried herself in the cave.
“I think Mom raised the temperature a lot because she was worried we might be cold.”
He started laughing again, kicking back in amusement. In retrospect, it was indeed an absurd temperature. Especially for him, who had spent his entire life in bed, the concept of lying on the floor was somewhat foreign.
Anyway, even though she didn’t know the exact point of amusement, for some reason, Dajeong couldn’t help but laugh in a seemingly silly manner.
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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