Jian prevented Danwoo from fastening his bathrobe and lowered her gaze. Then, she slowly moved her fingertips along his firm abdomen and strangely intertwined surgical scars.
The surgery that Danwoo provided for U Jung-hyun, the son of Woo Seon-ho, was excessively unfair. Under the pretext of a fire accident threatening his mother’s life, Danwoo deceived U, obtained his signature on the consent form, and performed the surgery with minimal incision.
Danwoo didn’t want others to see the surgical scars, remnants of miserable memories. However, Jian, who was drawing the scars, felt no discomfort at all.
As Jian’s fingertips moved slowly, a strange tension surrounded them. Her delicate and gentle touch was enough to awaken Danwoo’s instincts.
He grabbed Jian’s arm, slid his hand down, covered her palm with his backhand, and put a ring on her little finger. Then, with his other hand, he grasped Jian’s waist and pulled her closer.
When Jian’s lips touched the skin she had just touched with her fingertips, Danwoo’s nerves heated up as if a fire had been lit.
Jian raised her head and asked him, “Did you dislike it? I can stop unintentionally.”
“It’s not like that.”
After working all night and being tired, the rational judgment became blurred by exhaustion, and instinctual desires became stronger.
Although he suppressed his desires through dawn exercise, now he realized that his desire for Jian was different.
“Can I kiss you?”
The moment he thought, ‘Why ask for permission for a kiss?’ Jian’s lips were drawn into Danwoo’s mouth.
Danwoo gently covered her lips, and they began to move backward. Just as they were about to reach the bed, the bedroom door opened abruptly. Eventually, when reaching the bed, their bodies sank down as the door clicked shut.
The sensations in Danwoo’s mouth and Jian’s entangled mouth became unclear as consciousness blurred. They exchanged hot and intense kisses, as if it were only for Danwoo himself.
As the buttons of his shirt were gradually unfastening, a sudden sound of snickering halted Danwoo’s hand.
He buried his face in Jian’s chest, laughing unknowingly about what to do.
The heat accumulated in Danwoo’s body, now trivial in the face of their laughter, made Jian laugh uncontrollably as well.
Jian, who couldn’t properly eat dinner while pouring out her feelings to her mother, and who rushed to the penthouse in the morning, was now in Danwoo’s arms.
“… I didn’t eat properly.”
“Then you should eat. Let’s have a meal.”
To satisfy Jian’s instincts, Danwoo got up and rebuttoned his shirt, which he had unfastened.
Shortly after, with a phone call from Danwoo, a maid from the breakfast center quickly prepared a morning meal.
The meal consisted mainly of simple Korean dishes. Delicate tofu soup, grilled fish, and various spring vegetables, each placed modestly in rustic earthenware.
“Are you heading to work?”
Jian, who had diligently emptied her rice bowl, suddenly felt suspicious.
Even if he was busy, it was still the weekend.
Danwoo shook his head and placed wild aster leaves on Jian’s rice.
“I was just coming in. The meeting took longer than I thought.”
“Oh! So you were on your way to sleep.”
“Exactly… I must sleep.”
Danwoo, who was about to say he didn’t necessarily have to, hastily changed his response. He thought Jian could rest for half a day with him in her arms.
Of course, occasional rising desires were an issue, but more than that, he wanted to quietly gaze at Jian a little longer.
Perhaps she didn’t want to think about unpredictable events. For example, the cunningness of Lee Su-jeong or the treachery of Woo Seon-ho.
Entering the bedroom, Jian lay down, gazing lightly at Danwoo. Then, Danwoo smiled broadly, brushing her hair behind her ear.
Due to Danwoo’s good mood, Jian couldn’t help but ask, “What do you like so much about me?”
“It’s your laughter and the way you talk about trivial things. I never thought I would have that in my life.”
Danwoo recalled the awkward incident of buying a used car last night, walking together at night, and the trivial text messages exchanged when they had a moment to spare.
Recently, it was mainly Jian asking questions, and Danwoo answering. As a result, they often talked about the time before going to the United States.
Jian’s abrupt question made Danwoo reflect on his past self.
In the morning, going to school early and having an unusually long list of things to do during exam periods. When he recalls those times, it sometimes feels like yesterday.
After their casual conversation ended, Jian asked Danwoo what he wanted to say to his mother first when he saw her.
“When you meet your mother, you’ll call her ‘Mother.'”
“Did you call her ‘Mother’ even ten years ago?”
“No. I called her ‘Mom.'”
The word ‘Mom’ sounded unfamiliar to Danwoo, as if he had lost something.
The young man who wanted to make the world enthusiastic with the game he developed had aged to the point of calling his mother ‘Mother.’
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
