Tap, tap.
Beyond the phone, the sound of keyboard typing could be heard. It seemed like the writer was searching for Myungjin Gallery. Yeon-ji patiently waited.
After a while, with an exclamation of “Wow,” the writer opened his mouth.
― This place is really beautiful?
“Yes, isn’t it? It’s one of my favorite places, and among the art museums I’ve visited, it has the best outdoor landscaping.”
― It will look really exquisite if we shoot here. But it seems difficult to cast here…
The writer’s uncertain tone faded at the end of his words.
“I’ll give it a try.”
― You, Yeon-ji, directly?
“Yes. I have a connection with the director there.”
― Really? Knowing someone like that must be amazing.
Expressing amazement, the writer continued to be surprised. Yeon-ji felt triumphant.
She was planning to go and talk to Director Moon Yeong-ran. She was sure that the request for location casting would be rejected. Whether she did or not didn’t matter.
Anyway, Yeon-ji’s purpose was not location casting but to find out how Hyuk-joo and his wife were doing.
If the location casting request was rejected, she could come up with a plausible excuse and delegate the next steps to the writer. It was fine.
― I really hesitated about whether to contact Yeon-ji.
“Why?”
― I thought you might not like things like broadcasts.
“Well, I do find them a bit bothersome, but strangely, among many contacts, I never felt like rejecting a writer.”
Although it was her first broadcast casting request, Yeon-ji subtly hinted that she was receiving such contacts frequently.
If she complained that it was her first time, the other party would surely look down on her. So, she spoke as if she chose them, not the other way around.
― Thank you so much.
“Please take care of it from now on.”
― Sure. So, can we assume that Yeon-ji will handle the casting for Myungjin Gallery?
“Yes.”
― Thanks to you, things seem to be progressing smoothly.
“I’ll meet with the director, discuss it, and call you back. Is this number okay?”
― I’ll leave my phone number for Yeon-ji. Let’s communicate through that from now on.
“Sure.”
Her phone vibrated briefly as if a message had arrived.
“I have work to do right now. May I end the call?”
― Of course! I’ll be waiting for your call.
“Yes,” she replied, ending the call.
Placing her phone on the table, she clasped her hands together, unsure of what to do.
A broadcast.
And not just any broadcast, but a terrestrial broadcast.
Even though it was a morning program, being on a terrestrial program would make people think she was a verified florist. How wonderful.
“It would be even better if I say I studied in Canada.”
Yeon-ji’s eyes twinkled with excitement.
With the thought of needing to stand out by appealing with something different from others, she was already excited.
“I should go straight to the director’s office.”
She had no intention of making an appointment in advance.
Even if she asked to meet, there was no way Moon Yeong-ran would agree. Moreover, unexpectedly visiting and asking various questions would likely lead the other person to blurt out unnecessary words in an unexpected situation.
Moon Yeong-ran would probably be the same.
In her mind, Yeon-ji began to contemplate what to wear tomorrow when she went to Myungjin Gallery.
Hyuk-joo sat at the end of the bed, examining baby shoes.
Exiting the shower, Eun-su tilted her head as she saw him.
The reason for Hyuk-joo’s serious expression when looking at the shoes was because he was examining them like someone inspecting important belongings.
“Why are you examining them so carefully?”
“I’m thinking about how to attach this properly.”
Hyuk-joo held up the fallen flower decoration. Approaching him, Eun-su smiled and said, “I’ll attach it properly.”
“No, I want to try doing it myself.”
“Hyuk-joo?”
Surprised, Eun-su widened her eyes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Can you do it?”
“Well, to some extent.”
Thinking it might be impossible but not wanting to admit it, Hyuk-joo answered with an ambiguous expression.
“Just leave it.”
“I can do it.”
“You’ve never done something like this before.”
“I’ve never done it before, so I should try now, right?”
With a confident expression, Hyuk-joo asked. Thinking that she couldn’t break his determination, Eun-su nodded.
Lost in deep thought, Hyuk-joo moved his fingers slowly. He contemplated how to attach the flower decoration to the shoe, and his gaze looked so solemn as if he were someone designing a magnificent building.
Exhaling lightly, Hyuk-joo picked up the needle.
Eun-su watched him, suppressing a laugh that was about to come out between her lips.
However, unexpectedly, Hyuk-joo moved his hands quite skillfully.
Is it that people who are good at something quickly get the hang of even things they do for the first time?
In amazement, Eun-su observed how skillfully Hyuk-joo’s hands moved. The sewing was so perfect that it was hard to believe he had reattached what fell off.
“Is this your first time doing this?”
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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