“But don’t mention that part. When Mom says it must have been hard for you to raise me alone and that you went through a lot, it just makes my heart ache. People have always pitied me for having a divorced mom and no dad, treating me as if there was something lacking. But now, without such prejudices, you praise me instead. It makes me feel both sad and grateful at the same time.”
“Did you cry again?”
Se-kyung nodded, smiling awkwardly. Lately, she has been using the excuse of having a child to explain her increased tears.
“I’m like a crybaby.”
“No, that’s not it. That’s why when I cried, Mom was surprised and came over, asking why I was crying. Meanwhile, Ye-ryeong was next to me, insisting that since Mom was crying, she should comfort her.”
Se-kyung grumbled softly like a baby bird. After that, her mother applied a warm compress, told her to call her comfortably, and said it was okay to do so.
“Stop. Now that I know everything, stop talking.”
At this rate, it felt like she might lose Se-kyung to her mother-in-law as well, adding to the sense of crisis.
Tae-jo covered Se-kyung’s mouth, lightly nibbling on her neck.
A sweet fragrance emanated from her body, just out of the shower.
Seeing that Se-kyung’s eyes were filled with himself, he slowly pressed his lips against hers.
It was a pitch-black night, like the wings of a crow.
A woman sat on the railing, looking down at her phone. Due to the darkness around, the light reflected on the screen eerily illuminated the woman’s face.
For several days, she had been scrolling through articles with the same content. Yoon Se-kyung’s pregnancy, marriage, and details about her partner.
“It was this easy.”
The woman’s red nails lightly tapped on the face of Se-kyung, who was smiling.
Engaged as soon as dating rumors exploded, and now even pregnant.
Given the situation, the end of the story was obvious without having to look it up. She must have clung to Tae-jo, suggesting marriage using the pregnancy as an excuse.
“A child, it’s about a child.”
The woman muttered quietly, her eyes downcast. She found a number from her contacts and pressed the call button.
Hello?
“Is it true that Tae-jo oppa is getting married?”
At the sudden question, the person on the other end of the line was silent for a moment.
…What. Is that you, Yeo-ri?
“Yeah, it’s me. Already forgot my voice?”
It’s not that, but your number is different. Have you already come back to Korea?
“I came back a while ago. More importantly, answer me. Is it true that Tae-jo oppa is getting married?”
You came back to Korea? You must have seen all the articles. What’s the point of asking such an obvious question?
“Is it really true? Tae-jo oppa is marrying Yoon Se-kyung? She’s pregnant. Is that really Tae-jo oppa’s child?”
It must be, or else why would he? He even came to greet Mrs. Ma a while ago. Oh, you saw her too, right? When I met you at the cafe in front of the building.”
Of course, I remembered. The woman who was surrounded by people in front of the cafe. She was the woman who, even after bumping into me and apologizing with a smiling face, clung to lingering feelings.
“Are you Yeo-ri?”
At the sound of my name being called, Yeo-ri, who had been lost in thought, raised her head. A staff member wearing a cap was approaching where Yeo-ri was.
“You disappeared without a word. It’s time for you to go in for the shoot now.”
“I’m going. But when will this be broadcast?”
Yeo-ri, who unilaterally hung up the phone, asked the staff member who came to find her.
“The one we shot earlier is almost finished with editing. Once we start promoting it, you should be able to see it in 2-3 weeks.”
“Really? I hope it comes out soon.”
Yeo-ri’s mouth lifted slightly.
Behind her, heading towards a place with bright lighting set up like midday, a brisk wind was blowing.
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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