Dong Jin, closely examining the photo on his phone, repeatedly clicked his tongue in disbelief.
Do Jun, exchanging glances with Manager Song, waited in silence.
“Let’s get in the car first.”
The airport was crowded.
The trio got into the car driven by Dong Jin’s chauffeur and left the airport.
“So, her real name was Park Kyung Ae.”
“Do you know her?”
“I do. I just found out her real name is Park Kyung Ae.”
“What?”
“She was at my house until recently.”
“……!”
Do Jun hadn’t known this and hadn’t even planned his return to Korea yet.
Seizing the opportunity, he gently asked, “What happened?”
“She initially worked as a housemaid for an American couple.”
“……!”
“I’m the chairman of the local Korean association here. Somehow, she found out and called my house in the wee hours.”
“And then?”
“She was crying as if her life depended on it, begging for help.”
Outside the car window, an exotic scenery unfolded. However, Do Jun’s attention was solely on Dong Jin’s story.
“When I told her to report to the police, she pleaded, asking if I couldn’t help a fellow Korean, so I set out with my bodyguards.”
“What happened?”
“When we arrived, she had been beaten by the American lady, the homeowner.”
“Hmm.”
“She got caught a few times stealing small items and food from the owner’s house.”
“I see.”
“In the end, she was even accused of stealing money, but there was no evidence, and the homeowner was going crazy.”
Dong Jin shook his head, recalling that day.
“The American woman told her to leave and somehow, she ended up at my house.”
“Why didn’t you hand her over to the police?”
“There was no evidence. She cried so much, claiming innocence, that I felt pity.”
“Sigh.”
“I needed a maid anyway, so I had her work at my house.”
As they talked, the car entered Dong Jin’s village, which was larger than expected.
“I’ve been living alone since an injury two years ago. My youngest is now in his final year of high school.”
“I see.”
“But then, she started pretending to be my fiancée outside?”
It was leaking inside and out.
That dawn call to Dong Jin seemed to be part of Kyung Ae’s meticulous plan.
“That’s not all.”
“What else?”
“She borrowed money from the neighbors using my name. The amount exceeded 200 million won.”
“……!”
“I’ve reported it to the Philippine police. She might be caught soon, or even shot.”
It wasn’t a joke.
Rumors had it that someone Kyung Ae defrauded might have hired a hitman.
“She told me her name was Park Mi Ae.”
“Didn’t you check her passport?”
“She kept delaying, saying she would show it once it was reissued after losing it.”
The car had now entered Dong Jin’s house’s garden. The house and garden were impressively large.
The car had already entered Dong Jin’s garden. Even at first glance, the house and garden boasted a size that was far from ordinary.
“If your father wasn’t sick, I was thinking of asking you to come and stay with me.”
“My father occasionally mentions you when he regains his senses.”
“Really?”
Inside the house, a new live-in housemaid was doing the chores.
In the cool living room, with the air conditioner running, Dong Jin listened to stories about Kyung Ae he hadn’t known before.
He also revealed the unfortunate connection between Do Jun’s wife, Hae Joo, and Kyung Ae.
“How could all this happen? It’s unbelievable.”
“Indeed.”
“I remember a woman I knew before. She used to say she didn’t feel affection for her eldest daughter.”
“…….”
“Anyway, you don’t have to go to a hotel. Stay here.”
“How long will it take?”
“My estimate is a maximum of three days.”
Philippine prisons are notoriously harsh.
In that regard, it wasn’t bad for Kyung Ae to serve her time in a Philippine prison before being extradited to Korea.
Do Jun couldn’t stay in the Philippines indefinitely.
Considering Dong Jin’s eagerness, they planned to return to Korea after three days.
Hae Joo received a call from the police needing her testimony as a victim.
She asked for understanding from Director Kwak and her fellow actors, and shot two days’ worth of footage in a hurry.
She boarded the plane with Hyun Seong, hardly having slept.
Her complexion turned pale, and her condition worsened.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Do you want to go to the bathroom now?”
“I’ll try to hold it.”
Exhausted and dozing off, the plane safely landed.
Getting up from her seat, she felt so heavy that it was difficult to walk.
Eventually, she rushed to the bathroom and vomited.
Having no other choice, Hyun Seong called the police to explain Hae Joo’s condition and postponed the investigation to the next day.
“Sister, I’ll take you home first.”
Another manager from the agency picked them up, and they rushed home.
Finally regaining some energy, Hae Joo headed straight for her bed.
Collapsing weakly, Hyun Seong brought a blanket and covered her.
Then he hesitated, as if he had something to say.
“Why?”
“Sister, since we’re in Seoul, why don’t we go to the hospital for a check-up?”
“I’m not sick.”
“Just to check up on everything.”
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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