“Did Tae-seok go for a regional shoot?”
A hint of curiosity lingered in Jeon Ji-hyun’s raised eyebrows. She neatly arranged her coat and bag, then sat at the desk with a proper posture. A subtle femininity emanated from her deeply tucked blouse.
“Yes, he came up yesterday afternoon and is currently shooting.”
“There was no mention of it.”
Ji-hyun turned on her laptop and replied professionally. Come to think of it, when was the last time she heard Tae-seok’s voice? Lately, the communication has…
She sighed. She knew he was busy with the ongoing drama shoot, didn’t need to report every detail of the filming schedule.
“Noona, you know how much I trust you.”
Even so, she wanted to see that warm gaze. She wanted to hear his affectionate voice.
“How much time is left for the shoot?”
“It’s scheduled to end this week.”
Well… the end is in sight.
Her heart raced with an unknown anticipation. Once the hectic work was over, she might be able to see him more often. Maybe they could have deeper conversations.
The enjoyable time at the restaurant suddenly flashed in her mind.
How long should she wait for the revenge she promised to Choi Yeoreum?
As the troubling words thrown by Cheon Ji-hyeok resurfaced, she became frustrated again.
Choi Yeoreum felt like gravel hidden in her shoe. Annoying, scratching on her nerves incessantly, even when she tried to ignore it.
Still, Tae-seok had suffered a blow to his pride. He deserved to get back what he received. For now, she chose to be the one who waits.
‘When this drama is over, you’ll know your place. Don’t come and talk back arrogantly, as if you can spill coffee anywhere.’
If she received that disdainful look from Tae-seok, her senses would surely sharpen.
“Hand in the urgent documents first, then leave.”
She focused on work to calm her uneasy mind, but within five minutes, her concentration vanished. Despite trying not to care, the irritation Cheon Ji-hyeok had left behind for days wouldn’t calm down.
The pen, lost in thought, fell onto the paper.
This won’t work.
She made a call somewhere.
“Writer Choi, I’d like to see you for a moment.”
Ji-hyun ordered coldly.
‘That girl who will soon be discarded. What harm is there in playing with her once more?’
“No.”
Tae-seok growled in front of Yeoreum, who seemed somewhat amused. Unless he’s crazy, where…
“I’m leaving. When do I have to ask for Seo Tae-seok’s permission?”
“Why did it turn out like this?”
Tae-seok was genuinely angry at Yeoreum this time, even with her affectionate demeanor. He doubted if Yeoreum was in her right mind. To go back to that venomous woman.
“You have to allow it.”
“What more crazy things will that woman do? I can’t let her go, even if I die.”
Tae-seok swallowed his anger by a hair’s breadth.
“I have something I want to do.”
“What is it?”
Yeoreum hesitated for a moment.
“… I’m going to play around with that woman too.”
It was a determined expression, and there was a hint of excitement in her slightly flushed cheeks.
“Will you let me know what a miserable feeling is? Now that I’ve truly gained strength and can do it, why can’t I?”
Ironically, Yeoreum shouted louder. Tae-seok was so taken aback that he lost his words.
“Go and ridicule to your heart’s content.”
Yeoreum raised her head defiantly with a stubborn expression.
She seemed excited, whether she actually wanted to ridicule or not. Tae-seok clenched his fist and silently glared at her.
“When that woman pays the price for everything, then you can go and ridicule her.”
“Ah, it’s not fun if you do it after the game is over.”
“Yeoreum.”
Yeoreum hugged Tae-seok with a playful smile.
“Don’t do that, Oppa. I might be able to help. K Oppa lent me a voice recorder. It might come in handy.”
“You crazy kid. Don’t contact that guy separately.”
Tae-seok separated Yeoreum, who was clinging to his waist, and gave her a short kiss on the forehead.
“No matter how cute you act, some things can’t be done.”
“If cuteness doesn’t work, how about being persuasive? I won’t come to your house until next week.”
Wow.
“Nonsense…”
Now, Choi Yeoreum was doing something truly characteristic of her. This bold behavior was something he had missed. It was fortunate in a way, but sending her there was…
“I didn’t contact K Oppa separately. We talked in the group chat. Why didn’t you check the messages?”
“Their level is too low.”
Although it was originally created for work, the group chat, led by K, suddenly started sending morning greetings with a barrage of emoticons. Pictures of morning menus, movie recommendations, weekend routines, and various other topics were shared.
“I hate it.”
Tae-seok, who disliked idle chatter, stopped paying attention to the chat room at some point.
“Anyway, it’s not allowed. Just come with me then.”
Yeoreum looked at Tae-seok with a face that suggested he was speaking a foreign language.
“It seems like you all want to fail together.”
Tae-seok sensed defeat, but he didn’t bend his will until the end.
“I absolutely can’t allow it.”
“Just let me repay them once.”
Ah, please, Yeoreum.
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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