Three years later, Jeju Island, Hotel S.
On the marble floor of the hotel lobby, a small ball rolled around.
When the ball hit something, Hajoon looked down and picked up the child’s soccer ball next to his foot.
“Ball. Can you give me the ball, please?”
“Huh?”
Hajoon, bending down to grab the hem of his clothes, looked down at the little boy.
“Eunwoo.”
At that moment, a voice calling the child’s name was heard.
The owner of the voice quickly approached and lifted the little boy.
“Ah!”
At the same time, Hajoon sighed briefly.
The one who lifted the child was none other than Jian.
“Hajoon!”
“…How have you been? Is this your son?”
Hajoon asked about the child as he handed over the ball. After asking, he noticed that the child’s eyes were just like Jian’s.
“Yeah. He’s my son. Woo Eunwoo. …How are you doing?”
“As you can see.”
He looked at Eunwoo with affectionate eyes and added.
“This little guy doesn’t listen well because he takes after his mom.”
“Are you gossiping about our son after meeting for the first time in a few years?”
“I don’t know, the truth just slipped out. In these situations, I should say he’s smart because he takes after his mom.”
“It seems that’s not the case.”
Sigh.
Jian and Hajoon, who were exchanging words casually, both burst into laughter at the same time.
“We’re not the kind of people who exchange such words after meeting coincidentally. It might be possible, but not like this.”
Hajoon laughed lightly as if he agreed with Jian’s words.
Then he recalled what Eunwoo’s mother mentioned every birthday—that Jian sends gifts.
It must have been a natural greeting between old acquaintances.
The reason for the distance that had grown between them was probably forgotten naturally.
“Lawyer, we’re done with what we needed to do. …But who is this?”
At that moment, Jiyeon approached, calling Hajoon. She glanced at Jian and nodded slightly.
“Hello. I’m An Jiyoon.”
“Hello. I’m Kim Jian.”
“I am, so to speak, Lawyer Yoon’s partner.”
Jiyoon hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Hajoon.
She thought she had added unnecessary words and expected a chilly response, but there was no reaction.
“I’ve seen you on TV.”
“Some cases get strength from being broadcast, even in legal terms.”
Since the end of the trial of Woo Jeonghyun, Hajoon has mainly taken on cases that have become social issues.
As a result, he appeared on TV debates and sometimes gave impromptu interviews at protest sites.
People call him a human rights lawyer, but Hajoon still felt awkward hearing that.
“Eunwoo.”
At that moment, someone called Eunwoo from the direction of the elevator.
When Jian put Eunwoo down on the floor, his grandmother, Eunji, walked briskly toward them.
“Mother, will you wait here? I’ll go quickly.”
“Yeah. Go. Take care and go.”
As Jian was about to turn away, she approached Hajoon with a look that indicated there was something she wanted to say.
Then, in a voice that only Hajoon could hear, she spoke softly.
“Don’t treat Miss Jiyoon badly. Compliment her often. She’s pretty.”
“Just go. We’re not like that.”
“Even if you say no, it looks like that. I’m leaving.”
Jian smiled and walked towards Eunji.
Hajoon briefly glanced at Eunwoo, who resembled both Danwoo and Jian, before changing his steps.
“By any chance, is that song yours?”
Now, without a hat, JiYoon looked up at Hajoon.
“No.”
“Ah, right. Who would try to deceive someone?”
Hajoon, who had stopped walking abruptly, stared at JiYoon quietly.
JiYoon, as if trying to uncover the truth, narrowed her eyes thinly, clutching her bag.
It feels good just looking at this face.
He reached out to JiYoon’s forehead and gently swept it with his hand. Again, and again.
“JiYoon, if you crawl to the lawyer, you’ll get scolded.”
“Tsk.”
“And, don’t smile like that. You’re beautiful just as you are.”
Due to Hajoon’s slip in the last statement, JiYoon, who couldn’t hear it, asked again.
“Huh? Just as I am, what?”
Turning her body halfway and covering Hajoon’s line of sight, JiYoon pouted.
Hajoon, standing still, firmly grabbed her arm.
As if realizing that he had said something unnecessary, he shook his head as if it was nothing and changed his steps.
⭐⭐⭐
A stone wall house in Jeju.
Play Round Jeju celebrated its third anniversary this year.
Danwoo stepped down from the position of CEO of Play Round after the third-anniversary event.
A while ago, after finishing a video conference with the headquarters of The Eagles, he opened the file sent by TaeYoon.
Then he grinned while looking at the picture frame next to the computer.
It was a family photo of Jian, Danwoo, and their son Eunwoo.
On a snowy night when Eunwoo visited Jian, he was a son who only liked his mom.
In other words, he monopolized his mom and didn’t give Jian’s time to anyone else.
Because of the severe morning sickness, he tormented Jian to the point that Danwoo lost weight during the entire pregnancy.
Thinking about the suffering Jian went through due to morning sickness, he no longer had the desire to have another child.
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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