Stirring in bed, the thin blanket rustled. Se Kyung stretched her hand above her head to turn on the bedside lamp.
Between the movie promotional events, the drama cameo shoot, and Yuna’s wedding over the weekend, she had spent a few days in a blur. For some unknown reason, she felt physically drained.
“I need to get up…”
Se Kyung checked the time on her phone and muttered dryly. Although she said so, her body refused to detach from the bed.
She started searching for articles on her phone, and soon found herself staring blankly at the ceiling. Before she knew it, thirty minutes had passed.
Se Kyung slowly pulled herself up. As she rolled her stiff neck and touched the back of her head, she noticed a subtle feverish feeling.
“Maybe I’m coming down with a cold.”
Her throat was itchy. Se Kyung coughed lightly and filled the electric pot with water.
She dipped a teabag into the boiling water and walked over to the window to draw the curtains.
Ah, she was expecting a clear sky.
It seemed that the weather also played a role in her lethargic state. The sky was cloudy, and the air was damp as if enshrouded in mist.
Se Kyung sat on the sofa and took a sip of the hot tea, exhaling with a sigh. Raindrops were rolling down the window.
“It’s quiet.”
Se Kyung murmured, resting her chin on her hand. Perhaps it was the rain that made the world seem calmer.
The incident that troubled me last week seemed to fade into insignificance.
They say that when a film breaks, the memory can either be recalled or lost.
Looking at the lack of contact for a week, it seemed Tae Jo had completely incinerated the broken film.
Thanks to that, her anxious heart found peace for the past week, but she couldn’t help feeling wronged from time to time.
“Looks like I’m the only one left with the memories.”
A bitter laugh escaped from Se Kyung’s mouth. At that moment, her phone, placed on the blanket, began to vibrate.
“Oh, Jehun.”
Sister, are you up? I’m leaving home soon. I think it’ll take about 40 minutes to get to the hotel.
Ah, she remembered she had a photo shoot scheduled for this afternoon.
Se Kyung glanced at the clock. Due to her laziness, it was nearly 11 o’clock.
“Got it. I’ll leave on time.”
After hanging up, Se Kyung threw her phone onto the bed and walked into the bathroom.
After showering and changing clothes, she picked up one of the clear glass bottles displayed on one side of the washbasin.
“There’s not much left.”
Se Kyung shook the perfume bottle lightly. It was a perfume she had personally blended at a workshop during a rest trip to Namhae.
She sprayed the perfume on her wrists and neck, then took out a small box from her bag.
“Ah, this……”
The box contained accessories that Se Kyung frequently wore.
She picked up a single earring that had lost its pair.
It was a gift from a jewelry designer who claimed to be her fan.
The designer said it was a personal design. She liked it very much and wore it often, but at some point, one of the earrings was missing.
“I wish I could find it…”
Se Kyung murmured with a gloomy face. The fact that she had forgotten something a fan had given her weighed heavily on her heart.
She had searched everywhere she had been, in the shop, in the broadcast station’s waiting room, but she could not find the earring.
She wondered if she had lost it in her sleep, so she thoroughly searched her bed and floor but to no avail.
“Did I drop it in the corridor?”
Retracing her steps, Se Kyung tilted her head. She picked up her bag and card key, then left her room.
As she descended to the lounge and headed towards the front desk, a hotel employee who recognized her greeted her warmly.
“Hello, guest. Can I help you with anything?”
“It’s not that. I was just wondering if there were any lost items like this earring.”
Se Kyung showed the earring she had brought. The staff member tapped the keyboard a few times, then shook his head.
“Well, we haven’t received anything like that. Did you forget it in your room?”
“I’m not sure about that.”
“Well, we will let our room staff know about this. They’ll check under the bed and in crevices during cleaning. If we receive a lost item report, we’ll contact you immediately.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Se Kyung greeted him and turned around. As she exited the hotel entrance, a van arrived at just the right time and stopped in front of her.
“Hello, sister. Have you eaten?”
“No, I slept in today.”
Jehun studied Se Kyung’s face through the rearview mirror.
“Sister, you look very tired. I’ll buy something to eat when we get to the studio. Ah, and can we stop by the company before we go to the shooting site?”
“Company? Why the company?”
“I left my diary on my desk there. I wrote all my schedule in there.”
When their eyes met, Jehun gave a sheepish smile as if apologizing.
“Okay. Then let’s stop by on the way.”
“Alright. Then let’s get going.”
With a confident reply, Jehun started the car. After leaving the hotel, the car drove for 20 minutes and arrived at a spacious parking lot.
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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