“Yeonwoo’s mom came to the library. Ha Jun quit the law firm and disappeared.”
“…….”
“Actually, Ha Jun said that when he visited the law firm on the day I went, he said I was a woman. I told him it wasn’t true, but he looked at me with a pathetic expression. I think he quit because of that incident.”
“I knew that bastard saw you as a woman. His eyes said so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, so I didn’t like him much.”
And Jian also talked about the greetings with Yeonwoo.
“I was afraid of a day like this. I kept postponing looking for him, thinking I should find him. I couldn’t bring myself to go to the penthouse with this kind of feeling.”
Jian, who finished speaking, asked Danwoo this time.
“What’s going on with you?”
After glancing at Jian, Danwoo sighed softly. Trying to convey the story he heard from Wooseoho felt dismal.
“The neighbor ran a restaurant, and Chairman Wooseoho was a regular there.”
Danwoo, who hesitated, poured out the story he heard from Wooseoho in a monotonous voice. Wondering if it was appropriate to talk about his mother’s personal life, he still wanted to vent his frustration. Moreover, if the person he shared it with was Jian, it might be okay.
Danwoo concluded, saying, “I admired the person who shaped my mother’s life so much that it turned out to be that guy.”
Danwoo’s voice was indifferent, but Jian could sense his desolation.
Why did such a heavy and heart-wrenching event happen to Danwoo? After all, no one chooses to be born.
If that’s the case, who would choose suffering and hardship? Everyone wants to live happily.
“Come here.”
This time, Jian pulled Danwoo, making him lean on her shoulder. Then, she added, “It must be tough. What should we do? But Danwoo, I’m your bamboo forest. Tell me all your sad and angry feelings, and I’ll pretend not to know about your mother.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yeah. Even if you don’t know anything else, it’s a fact that your mother loved you. That hasn’t changed.”
Danwoo couldn’t forget Jian’s words, “I’m your bamboo forest.” It was such an adorable expression.
“Say it nicely. My heart is itching, if not beating like a drum.”
“Huh?”
“Swoosh. Can’t you hear my heartbeat?”
“…I can. I thought it was the sound of my own heart.”
“Where is it?”
Danwoo, who playfully dug into Jian’s chest, listened intently to her heart.
Even though he took a breath, Jian’s heart was beating rapidly, as if it were his own.
In moments like these, it was fortunate not to be alone anymore, especially when Jian was the one there with him.
Danwoo, who had decided to sleep at Lake Tower, came out of the bathroom.
Wearing the clothes Jian handed him, he entered the bedroom and examined his attire.
No matter how you looked at it, it was men’s clothing.
“Whose clothes are these?”
“Oh, that? Ha Jun said it’s necessary if a woman lives alone. Hang it on the clothes rack or drape it over the sofa where it’s visible.”
“Really?”
“He said he only wore it a couple of times if it’s new. Do you dislike it?”
“No, it’s okay. I always think Ha Jun is really good at education.”
Jian smirked and looked at Danwoo, who was sitting on the bed.
“Ha Jun told me not to talk about him when he’s not around. It bothers him.”
“Is that so? …Have you tried calling him?”
“Yeah, no answer.”
“Should I look for him? I can go with you if you want to meet him.”
“He won’t meet even if you go. But I’ll keep trying to call.”
Danwoo climbed onto the bed and pulled Jian, who was lying next to him, into his arms.
When I found out that Jian had a hard time while I was busy, my fingertips were filled with apology.
“Our Jian is struggling meeting men with complicated stories.”
“Am I the only one? If you look closely, you’re the same.”
Jian, who warned Danwoo that there were only a few hours left until work, suggested that it would be good to just sleep.
Then, glancing at him sneakily, Jian shyly asked, “Shall we… just kiss?”
Danwoo, trying to hide his inner thoughts, chuckled, making her upper body flutter.
“I can’t be the type to just kiss and finish. I’m not patient.”
“That’s true.”
“Just a peck.”
Slyly raising her upper body, Jian pushed her lips lightly.
Having always exchanged deep kisses before sleeping, the healthy bedtime routine somehow felt incomplete.
When Danwoo, without much resistance, gazed at her, Jian, who had raised her cheeks with both hands, lowered her head promptly.
The lips, which had separated with a short sound, met again with another peck.
In the moments of repeatedly kissing and withdrawing, Danwoo’s large hand delved into Jian’s hair.
Slackening.
Jian, who was about to pull back, surrendered her lips to his hand without a moment’s hesitation.
Excessively deep, the tender flesh quickly stirred the membrane, gently stirring the saliva together.
As Danwoo, savoring slowly, explored Jian’s lips, he changed his position, putting Jian under him and raising one lip with a smile.
“Since you started, I’ll finish.”
“Huh? That’s…”
Jian’s words were swallowed up by Danwoo’s lips, now bare without a shirt, and their breaths became entwined, desperately eager.
Several days passed with Jian residing in Lawyer Park Hoon’s office.
Ha Jun’s ankle had greatly improved to the point where he could walk after the cast was removed.
As the creaking sound of the old iron door opened, an inevitable singing voice reached Ha Jun’s ears, furrowing his brows.
Darn it. That damn song.
It was the song that unintentionally played on the radio, making him slam the brakes in the middle of the road.
The song that said if it hurts too much, it’s not love.
As the singing voice got closer, the folding screen slid open.
Jiyoon placed her phone near where Ha Jun’s hand might reach and puckered her lips provocatively.
Sighing deeply, Ha Jun spoke.
“Say that with nice words!”
“They say listening continuously builds immunity to heartbreak. Look at this. At first, you got up quickly to press the end button, but now you’re like, ‘turn it off!’ It’s a sign of improvement.”
Jiyoon raised her thumb, then reached out to messily sweep Ha Jun’s messy hair.
When Ha Jun recoiled in surprise, Jiyoon chuckled, grabbed a dart, and aimed it at a picture of Woo Jung-hyun on the opposite wall of the office.
As the dart accurately hit Woo Jung-hyun’s forehead in the photo, Jiyoon energetically said, “Woo Jung-hyun, wait. I’m going to make you pay for my leg soon.”
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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