As the sunlight poured in through the window in the living room, Su Hee opened her eyes.
She had been in a shallow sleep so she didn’t feel completely refreshed, but it had been a while since she was able to sleep at all.
Propping up her upper body, Su Hee stretched and reflected on what had happened the night before.
“Su Hee.”
Seung Jo had called her name.
He had definitely said something before he called her name.
It seemed like something important, but she couldn’t remember because she was still groggy from sleep.
Rubbing her neck with her palm, Su Hee looked at the sliding door behind her.
There was no sound from Seung Jo, so she wasn’t sure if he was still asleep.
Su Hee removed Seung Jo’s jacket, which was covering her legs.
Then she shifted her gaze to the table and noticed a black plastic bag on it.
Reaching out and rummaging through it, she found ointment and a bandage.
Without any instructions on how to apply it, it reminded her of the insensitive Seung Jo.
Sometimes she was confused. A man who seemed kind but was actually unkind.
“Do one thing. Don’t go back and forth.”
Grateful for the thoughtfulness, Su Hee squeezed the ointment and applied it to her peeled heel.
She was diligently applying the bandage on the red wound when the doorbell rang from inside the room.
Naturally, she turned her head towards the room where Seung Jo was. Soon after, she heard a rustle and the sliding door opened.
“Were you awake?”
Seung Jo, who had just showered, was wearing a white bathrobe instead of a shirt.
The sight of Seung Jo coming out of the room, shaking his wet hair, was like a scene from a fashion magazine.
With that appearance and physique, the business cards he would have received while walking down the street would have filled his pockets.
“Yes, just now.”
Realizing she had been silently staring for a long time, Su Hee belatedly replied.
Seung Jo, while still combing his wet hair with his fingers, headed towards the entrance.
Whoever was outside the hotel room was impatiently ringing the doorbell.
From the sofa where Su Hee was sitting, she couldn’t see the entrance and had to crane her neck.
Soon after, she heard voices from the entrance, and Chul Yong entered the hotel room.
“Su Hee.”
Chul Yong glanced at Seung Jo, who was behind him.
“Why are you here instead of in your room?”
“Why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been waiting for so long.”
“Sorry. I dropped my phone in the toilet last night, so I saw the message in the morning.”
He had been looking at his phone and was about to put it in his pocket when his hand slipped, and it ended up in the toilet.
In a hurry, he tried to dry it with a hairdryer, but for some reason, it wouldn’t turn on.
She woke up in the morning just in case, and fortunately the power was on again, and then she read the message from Seung Jo and came looking for it.
“Let me explain everything about yesterday. Let’s go out for now.”
She couldn’t stay in Seung Jo’s room forever.
Su Hee was about to leave the room with Chul Yong, when Seung Jo handed her a black plastic bag.
She already knew what was in it.
It was the ointment and bandage that Seung Jo had bought last night.
“Take it with you. I don’t need it.”
As Su Hee reached out her hand, Seung Jo handed over the plastic bag.
She wanted to ask why he had called her name yesterday.
They weren’t even friends who knew each other.
She wanted to satisfy her curiosity, but Chul Yong was waiting for Su Hee.
“I will use it well. I’ve been indebted to you yesterday and today.”
Su Hee, who turned her steps, left the hotel room where she had spent the night with Chul Yong.
As soon as she left the hotel room, Chul Yong stared at the clothes Su Hee was wearing.
It was a man’s dress shirt at a glance.
Even though he hadn’t eaten anything spicy, Chul Yong made a sound, “Shh.”
He was about to catch the elevator to go down to the front desk when Chul Yong cautiously asked.
“You’re not, right?”
“What is?”
“You’re not having that kind of relationship with the chairman, are you? Nothing happened yesterday, right?”
“Brother.”
At the scary word ‘Brother’, Chul Yong was instantly sobered.
“I just asked because I saw you wearing the chairman’s clothes.”
“I was pickpocketed yesterday, so my room key, wallet, and mobile phone were all stolen.”
“Did you?”
“And it was raining, so I got all wet and was in a tight spot for a while.”
“And I was doubting the relationship between you and the chairman without knowing it.”
Chul Yong beat his lips hard.
“From now on, I will never take my mobile phone to the bathroom.”
“Uh, please.”
“The chairman is really a good person. If it weren’t for the chairman, you would have been wandering without a place to go.”
He is a good person.
The problem is that he seems to be more than just a good person.
“Su Hee.”
What’s your real identity?
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Su Hee, who had been shooting for the magazine until morning, boarded a plane to Korea.
The firstclass seats were all taken, but only the seat next to Su Hee was empty.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
