“And I’ll take a short break.”
At the announcement of stopping the shoot, the assistant director came forward, clapping his hands instead of the slate. Only then did the directors, who had been guarding the camera, gradually leave their positions.
Se-kyung greeted the staff members going to have a meal, asking them to enjoy their food, and then sat on a chair in the yard.
The season was summer, and everything around was refreshing. The place where Seok-joo stayed for the shoot was a small village in the rural area of Yangyang. In front of the house, a small stream flowed, and turning one’s eyes, lush mountains filled with trees could be seen.
There were about thirty elderly people living in the village, and since they were affectionate, even though Se-kyung went out for a short walk, they gave her steamed sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes as snacks.
“I’m full.”
Se-kyung patted her slightly bulging stomach.
From lunch with crab stew and boiled pork to snacks with sweet potatoes in between, and then a hearty dinner with bibimbap with cockles and mussel soup, it was almost difficult to move.
“Se-kyung, drink this.”
Seok-joo, who had briefly left his seat due to a phone call, handed a cup to Se-kyung. Pumpkin sikhye with ice, with two pine nuts floating on it.
“You had a hard day today, right? I should have come and helped, but it seems like you only ate, so I feel embarrassed.”
“That’s what you called me for. Well, I did enjoy the soybean paste stew at lunch.”
“I really only did that. I should have done the dishes too. All thanks to you, senior.”
“If you ask me to do the dishes, we’ll get scolded. How can you sit there and work with that body? But in the meantime, it seems like you’ve eaten a lot? When I saw you in Gapyeong, it didn’t show at all.”
“At that time, it was covered by clothes. Since some time ago, it’s gotten so big that it can’t be covered even with clothes.”
Se-kyung took a sip of the refreshing sikhye. Due to the wind from the mountain, her hair was slightly disheveled. She sipped the wet strands of hair stuck to her cheek, staring at Seok-joo intently.
“Hmm? Why? Do you have something to say?”
“Oh, senior, have you been affiliated with this place since the founding of the company?”
“That’s right.”
“Then do you remember everyone who was here in the early days?”
“Of course, I remember everyone.”
Seok-joo nodded his head, sipping his share of sikhye. Se-kyung, wiping the moisture off the cup, opened her mouth again.
“Then… do you know Ms. O Yeori?”
“Huh?”
As if he didn’t expect that name to come out of Se-kyung’s mouth, Seok-joo’s eyes widened. He responded somewhat flustered.
“Well, I do know her. Why? How do you know O Yeori?”
“I met her not too long ago, Ms. O Yeori.”
“Met her? Where?”
“When I went to the broadcasting station for a pre-meeting. Actually, we had encountered each other once before that.”
Seok-joo’s mouth hung open. Not only meeting O Yeori, but encountering her twice?
“What did you do after meeting her? Did you talk to O Yeori?”
“I tried to ignore it, but they pretended to know me first from that side. Taeyo Oppa asked how I’ve been.”
“Why would he ask you something like that on your first meeting?”
“I think he read an article. He asked if I was the one Taeyo is going to marry, adding a brief comment about me.”
Se-kyung, who had swallowed the sikhye, crunched the ice. Seok-joo, for some reason, closed his eyes tightly in unease.
“So, there’s something I want to ask Seok-joo senior.”
“About O Yeori? Can’t you ask Taeyo later? He’s on his way here.”
“I want to, too. But Taeyo seemed reluctant to answer.”
“Why? Afraid Taeyo won’t tell the truth?”
“No. It’s not that. I didn’t like hearing O Yeori say ‘Taeyo Oppa’ from her mouth, and I think it would be even worse to hear Taeyo say ‘O Yeori, O Yeori.'”
Se-kyung pursed her lips. Seok-joo scratched his cheek, looking awkward.
“Well, whatever. I’ll answer what I can. If you have questions, ask.”
“But don’t tell Taeyo. Tell him I asked about this behind his back.”
“Why? Afraid Taeyo won’t answer honestly?”
“No. Promise me not to tell Taeyo.”
“Okay. Tell me your question first before Taeyo arrives.”
At Seok-joo’s urging, Se-kyung opened her mouth, contemplating O Yeori’s words.
“Is it true that O Yeori and Taeyo have known each other for a long time?”
“That’s what I know. Their mothers were quite close from a long time ago. It seems Taeyo’s mother used to bring Yeori to their house and take care of her when she was young.”
“O Yeori liked Taeyo, right? I could sense a hostile vibe towards me.”
“Well, Yeori liked Taeyo, but not the other way around. But, how should I put it, the way she expressed her liking was a bit intense.”
Seok-joo grinned, wondering if there was a more appropriate word than that. As if asking what that meant, Se-kyung added a question.
“Intense? In what way?”
“Even if Taeyo didn’t like her, she didn’t give up. If her interest faded, she would create a crisis one after another, so Taeyo had to step in to resolve it. Like a child trying to attract their mother’s attention, you know?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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