“Name, Yoo Da Jung. 32 years old. Unmarried. Type A. Born in Jangheung, Jeonnam. Father deceased at thirteen. Mother currently resides in Cheongju and has no siblings. Graduated from middle school in Cheongju and went to high school in Ansan.”
Jung Hyuk, his fingers lightly pressing against the corners of his eyes, absorbed every detail of the resume recited by Manager Min.
“Entered S University’s Department of Architecture, working at Hanbit Architecture Office since graduation until now. Currently residing at R Villat, 1008 building, 1401, in Pangyo. She owns her place and the only person living with her is her child. That’s all the information on Ms. Yoo Da Jung.”
The sound of flipping through papers continued, followed by Manager Min’s voice.
“Name, Yoo Si Woo. 5 years old. Type O. Born naturally at 6:32 am on May 17th at Rosa Obstetrics and Gynecology Clinic in Seoul. There was no paternal record at the time of birth, and he was admitted to Hansong Foundation’s private kindergarten this year. That’s all.”
Manager Min’s eyes rolled left and right, subtly distancing from the documents.
Even though the report was complete, Vice President Cha kept his eyes closed in silence. Manager Min’s voice cautiously continued.
“And this is what you asked for.”
A thin envelope was discreetly pushed across the desk. Only then did Jung Hyuk straighten his posture.
His heavy eyes stared intently at the blank white envelope.
He considered for a moment whether opening it would be a wise decision, but his hesitation did not last long.
He unfolded the unsealed envelope, took out the contents, and held them in his hand.
His gaze rapidly scanned the contents, lingering at the end of the document.
His mouth finally opened, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.
“Call Yoo Da Jung in immediately.”
When she entered the vice president’s office, the large chair was facing the blinds.
The sunlight permeating through the blinds brightly illuminated one side of the room in streaks.
Da Jung bowed deeply towards the large chair.
“……Hello, I heard you called for me.”
Only then did the chair, which had been facing away from Da Jung, rotate. When their eyes met, Da Jung bowed once more.
Jung Hyuk, who had been stretching languidly, watched Da Jung with halfclosed eyes.
Just as his persistent gaze began to feel uncomfortable, the man spoke.
“Have a seat.”
He gestured towards the sofa, but Da Jung immediately refused.
“It’s okay. Please, go ahead. I’ll listen from here.”
She was clearly nervous, trying to appear bold. As if ready to flee at any moment, she stayed close to the door.
“Well, okay then.”
He chuckled and picked up an A4 paper from the desk. Then he moved his fingers, creating crisp sounds.
Da Jung was slightly taken aback. After calling her in, he was leisurely folding paper.
Even while meticulously fiddling with something, his attitude remained remarkably composed.
Da Jung tried to control her nerves, silently watching the movement of his long fingers folding the paper.
Eventually, the creation from his hands was a paper airplane.
He examined it from all angles and smiled contentedly. The paper airplane that took off into the air traced a soft curve and whirled around the office.
A moment later, Da Jung bit her lower lip lightly as she saw the paper airplane that had softly tapped her shoulder before falling to the floor.
There were various ways to feel insulted. She had known it before, but his character was really bad.
“What are you doing now?”
Although she sounded professional, she didn’t hide her discomfort. Then he answered abruptly.
“Yoo Da Jung, you said you were an unmarried mother.”
Her complexion hardened sharply at the casual remark, as though he had asked, ‘Have you eaten?’
Feeling her heartbeats speed up, Da Jung swallowed her dry spit.
“What does that have to do with you, Mr. Executive Director?”
When Jung Hyuk lifted his eyes to glance at her, he let out another hollow laugh. It was audacious of her, but so amusing that he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Just look at that and rest.”
His languid gaze pointed at her feet. Da Jung cast her eyes down. There was a paper airplane where he pointed.
It was a document with something printed on it. She couldn’t understand the meaning, but as if he wanted her to check the content, she obediently picked up the paper airplane and unfolded it.
Da Jung slowly scanned the content. Then for a moment, she was overwhelmed by a dizzying feeling as if all the blood in her body had been drained.
The man’s lips curved into a smirk, as if he was enjoying her slowly hardening reaction.
“Do you understand the situation?”
At his curt words, it felt like her heart plummeted.
Like a mute bee who had eaten honey, Da Jung kept her mouth shut and just stared at the crumpled paper. Her eyes, reading the dizzying letters, trembled roughly.
“It’s my child.”
There was no need to confirm again.
She was found out. The fact that everyone had caught her was clearly printed on the paper she was barely holding onto.
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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