Letting go of Sharuti’s robe, Ren extended his hand to her.
“Then, Sha, let me express my complaint about your consideration a bit more.”
“Huh?”
“Whether you talk or hold hands, choose one.”
The bewildered Sharuti alternately looked at Ren’s face and hand.
Seeing her like that, Ren raised the corners of his mouth.
“So that I don’t get upset again.”
“…!”
Bending slightly, Ren extended his face towards Sharuti, whispering softly.
“Even if it involves a lot of effort, please look after it with broad discretion, as it belongs to my master.”
Jealousy stirs up a sense of crisis and makes people impatient. This impatience became a catalyst for Ren to make up his mind for change.
The calm and peaceful relationship began to show its ripples.
On an early evening, Sharuti, Ashu, Ren, and the villagers gathered together for a meal. Due to the seating arrangement divided by gender, Ren and Ashu were seated apart from Sharuti. Sharuti, being alone among the women, couldn’t fully concentrate on the lively conversations.
With a troubled expression, Sharuti cupped her cheeks with both hands and rested her chin. ‘…It keeps coming back to mind.’ The sunset and Ren’s youthful smile from his childhood continued to flicker like an afterimage before her eyes.
Naturally, she also pondered Ren’s mention of ‘jealousy.’ ‘Jealousy.’ It was an emotion she hadn’t thought about, and the word didn’t resonate with her. The situation and reasons were too abrupt, which added to the confusion.
‘Well, being in a state of amnesia and in a distant village, it’s understandable to feel a bit uneasy.’ Ren, despite his generally sensitive and tender nature, had an unexpectedly cold side. Given that, it must have been unsettling for him to rely solely on Sharuti and embark on a long journey.
‘Just over some flowers.’ Unable to see the expression hidden by her hood, Sharuti wondered how to convey whether she liked the flowers Ashu gave her. While she appreciated Ashu’s thoughtful gesture, at that moment, Sharuti recalled the flowers Ren had gifted her. When Ashu explained the language of flowers, she felt a sudden sense of regret. ‘I should have looked up the meanings of the flowers Ren gave me.’
‘How about looking up the meanings of the flowers Ren gave me?’ Even though Ashu’s flowers might have been more rustic, the fragrance of the flowers and the emotions conveyed in that moment were not lacking.
‘Why on earth did I feel jealous?’ Perhaps Ashu’s flowers appeared beautiful enough for Sharuti to feel that way. Sharuti, in her misconception, continued to think that Ren’s target of jealousy wasn’t Ashu but the flowers he had given.
“Teacher, what’s the reason for the flower left beside you?” Gradually, curious gazes were drawn towards the flowers Ashu had given, and Sharuti briefly explained that she brought them because there was no suitable place to put them. Everyone then cast a fleeting glance at Ashu. The women suppressed small laughs.
The fact that Ashu had already given flowers to Sharuti had spread. “The timid one showed great courage.” “What did he say to the teacher?” The young women dreaming of romance sent subtle glances, reminiscent of the looks during the Bilena incident.
Sharuti, awkwardly smiling, was about to respond, but the middle-aged wives quickly intervened. “Oh, my goodness. What meaning do young people attach to exchanging flowers?” “Teacher, don’t worry too much.” In fact, the middle-aged women were the most concerned. As Ashu was an adult and the eldest son of the village chief, everyone’s interest was focused on his love life. Despite their concerns about Sharuti being an outsider, wasn’t she the grateful person who came to save them at Ashu’s request?
‘Hmm?’
Sharuti, who couldn’t put the received flowers just anywhere, briefly explained. Upon hearing this, everyone subtly glanced at Ashu in the back, and the women let out small laughs. The fact that Ashu had already given flowers to Sharuti had spread.
“That timid one showed great courage.”
“What did he say to the teacher?”
Young women of the age dreaming of romance sent subtle glances, reminiscent of the looks during the Bilena incident. Sharuti, awkwardly smiling, was about to respond, but the middle-aged wives quickly intervened.
“Oh, goodness. What meaning do young people attach to exchanging flowers?”
“Teacher, don’t worry too much.”
In fact, the middle-aged women were the most concerned. As Ashu was an adult and the eldest son of the village chief, everyone’s interest was focused on his love life. Despite their concerns about Sharuti being an outsider, wasn’t she the grateful person who came to save them at Ashu’s request?
“Hmm?”
The eyes reminiscent of Bilena’s expressions made Sharuti roll her eyes. Then, as Sharuti and Ren locked eyes, Sharuti shook hands discreetly, and Ren responded with a sly smile. Despite being surrounded by others, Ren seemed fine, which relieved Sharuti.
“Oh my, did you just shake hands with Ashu?”
“Is that why the shy one’s face turned so red?”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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