Just like Wooseok, the woman seemed to be scared in the previous call, and she was acting as if she might hide or escape.
Help, who stood tall with a smile on her lips, waiting, showed how meaningless this incident was to them.
To them, who were lighting up their eyes to do something, the gesture was clear that this little rumor would not be a problem for our two families.
When Wooseok, who got off first, bowed towards the woman, Help raised her waist and smiled, receiving the boxed lunch wrapped in a yellow handkerchief.
“I tried Japanese cuisine today. One is for Reporter Park, and please share one with Director Han when you get home.”
Receiving the lunchbox with a casual smile,
‘Is this face the same as the wife who saw the news about her wayward husband today?’
Wooseok carefully observed Help’s face.
Forgetting to open the rear seat door, while Wooseok was absent-minded, Jiwan opened the back door and descended onto the grass.
“Have you arrived?”
The mocking smile that amused Wooseok was directed at Jiwan.
“Director Han, please go ahead and eat. Before the tableware gets cold.”
The woman who greeted Wooseok casually wrapped her arm around Jiwan’s right arm.
Below the hill, under the world’s affectionate two figures, flashes exploded incessantly.
Click, click.
Thump, thump.
At the table, neatly placed salmon bibimbap was served in front of the two sitting silently.
“Today’s menu is Japanese cuisine.”
What in the world is happening? The conversation, which deviated from the expected questions, went off track for quite some time.
“The salmon is fresh and good.”
Unlike usual, without washing up, Help sat down at the table as guided by Wooseok, and Jiwan, facing the woman on the opposite side, scanned her.
Instinctively, he always did that when he saw a woman.
Whether she looked uncomfortable, whether there was something she couldn’t say, he kept examining her.
Unlike other women whose intentions were easily revealed through body language, this woman didn’t easily expose her intentions.
Her face, smiling all day long despite the news about my heated affairs, bothered him.
And the habit of sniffing his nose once in a while, forgetting to do so.
“Why are the lights on outside?”
“I just turned them on. Whether it’s inside or outside the house, it should be bright for the president’s mood, hoping he’ll feel a bit better. Did he, feel a bit better?”
“Initially, it wasn’t bad.”
A lie.
What Grandma Anseodong said, whether in words or in her gaze, was all sharp, like flying daggers piercing into the heart.
“Yes, that’s right. Let’s do that.”
Help, holding the chopsticks, offered a spoonful of mixed rice in front of Jiwan.
About to open his mouth casually, Jiwan grabbed the chopsticks and said,
“I’ll do it.”
“You don’t have to do the cooking.”
“I’m doing it because I like to. It’s fun, and I have ingredients, time, and it’s enjoyable.”
Moving her red lips, she added a sincere remark to the series of actions she was doing nonchalantly to the indifferent man.
“Even though I’ve gathered the courage, there’s no response.”
“Animals raised within a neat fence don’t know the fear of wild beasts rampaging in the wilderness. Therefore, until they die, they don’t know that there may be enemies beyond the fence, and those enemies can come over to eat them at any time.”
It was an unexpected story.
“Those who have never experienced having a neat fence don’t know how scary the world beyond the fence is. Unwanted attention, shapeless criticism… and rumors that are created on their own.”
It seemed like she was talking about the gossip that had been shouted at me all day long.
“So, I don’t misunderstand. The president is not that kind of person.”
There must have been thousands of questions she wanted to ask.
Yesterday, did you really go to meet that woman?
If you met her, whether to come or not, why did you go back and forth?
If you were going to be like this, you should have married that woman. Why was it me?
Suppressing numerous words he wanted to argue and comforting the woman in front of him, there was an indescribable surge of anger.
“What kind of person is that?”
“…What?”
“If it’s talking about a person who loves someone else and marries someone else as needed, all the while responding eagerly to the call of the ex-girlfriend who still clings, then yes.”
A woman who, when told to ‘wait,’ would have a face as if waiting all night, and even if told not to wait, would wait in that spot without moving.
“I am that kind of person.”
If asked why she waited, she would say, ‘It just happened like that,’ a woman who seemed likely to say such things.
“…President.”
It became frightening.
“I am that kind of person. What others are doing is not a misunderstanding, but what you are doing now is a misunderstanding.”
The small woman’s head bowed as if touching the marble table.
“Do you remember our contract?”
“Yes.”
“As long as there is no physical or material harm to Eul, she follows whatever Gyeong demands.”
Tap.
The sound of placing the chopsticks on the table echoed in the empty living room.
“For me,”
Choosing a tie for me every morning, neatly putting my shoes back towards the entrance, preparing meals day and night for me.
“Don’t do anything.”
This kind of thing, bothering to do things for me.
Having finished speaking, Jiwan walked briskly into my room.
Straight above the man’s head.
The pouring light was dazzling, or maybe he really couldn’t sleep last night, his eyes seemed sore.
Everything kept becoming blurry before my eyes.
With a quick swipe, Help wiped away the tears and checked the plate that Jiwan had in front of him.
There was more than half of the food left on the well-polished silverware, just like me.
It was placed nicely, but it didn’t fulfill its role.
He probably didn’t eat anything all day.
‘He should have just stayed quiet.’
As if regretting unnecessary comfort, Help lowered his gaze silently onto the dining table.
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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