She shrugged her shoulders at the students’ stares focused on Ha Joon and handed out her card.
Upon leaving the convenience store, Ha Joon, who had been walking quietly along the edge of the building, asked.
“You should have said something. That you sent the manuscript.”
“Why would I? I know you’re busy. It’s not easy living twice as busy as others. I can’t do it.”
“You do know.”
Ji An’s eyes narrowed as she looked up at Ha Joon.
What’s that tone? Are you implying that I live about 1.5 times slower than others?
Where on earth does this confidence come from?
She dropped her gaze to the tips of her shoes and repeated the words to herself.
‘I must be undervaluing my life living next to such a superior person.’
Ji An spoke, pouring out white breath between her lips.
“Don’t express your sincerity in your tone. On average, people sleep eight hours, at least six hours. Not everyone lives sleeping only three or four hours like you.”
“I didn’t say anything. Don’t speculate.”
“You may not think so, but I also live fiercely. From academy work to translation. This time, I just took a break from the academy because I had to work with a writer I like.”
“You should have done both.”
It was a tone that reprimanded Ji An. Ha Joon couldn’t understand her, who had chosen her favorite work, even quitting her academy job.
Giving up on lengthy explanations, Ji An punched in the code for the communal entrance.
After pressing the silver button number, 9, in the elevator, Ha Joon put his hands in his pants pocket.
The woman who had been holding back finally let out a word.
“Translation is something you can’t do without a sense of mission. Translating a novel is not simply a language swap. It’s a basic writing job and a laborious task. Ah, really.”
“I got it. Stop being irritable.”
“I really hate that tone of yours, saying you can’t empathize even though you know. I love books. That’s why I do this job. I may speak several languages, but the culture is different in each country.”
“That’s it! Your language acquisition ability is the best. It wouldn’t have been easy either.”
But why would you want to translate novels?
It was an old relationship, so it was impossible not to know. Just as Ha Joon knew her inner thoughts, Ji An also clearly saw Ha Joon’s inner feelings.
“You might think I eat when I want to eat, sleep when I want to sleep, and work when I want to work, but that’s not the case.”
If selfmanagement is not thorough, it would be difficult to translate hundreds of pages of manuscripts by the deadline.
With a frown on her face, Ji An unlocked the door lock of apartment 902 and opened the entrance.
The iron gate, caught in Ha Joon’s hand, was pulled back as she was about to close the entrance.
“Why? Just go!”
Ji An desperately stopped Ha Joon. Her home was in a mess due to keeping up with the deadline, and she had no energy to listen to his nagging when he returned.
Ha Joon, who pushed Ji An lightly aside and stepped into the house, asked.
“Where on earth do you work?”
“At the desk.”
It wasn’t the first time her house was on par with a pigsty, as they say.
When focusing on translation work, she was chased by deadlines, and when academy work was busy, it overlapped with mock exam periods.
But he was surprised each time. Making the house in such a state by immersing in work.
Ji An closed her eyes and gritted her molars.
“You should have come tomorrow. You don’t listen.”
She scratched her head and added a reluctant excuse.
“I was chased by the deadline. It was a tough contract. It was a work by a writer I admire, and it was a new work after two years, so I didn’t want to miss it. So.”
She was laying out a perfectly reasonable reason for translating two novels without a break, but why does it feel like making excuses?
But if she says, “Even a busy person like me,” he has nothing to say. After all, apartment 901, where Yoon Ha Joon lives, is a clean zone.
Leaning on the table and scratching his forehead, Ha Joon nodded. It was interpreted as an understanding.
Opening the bedroom door, Ji An said.
“Just go. I’m going to sleep. I’ll clean up tomorrow.”
“Don’t stay up all night.”
“Because of the final proofreading. …It’s not just one or two pages, so…”
Of course, she couldn’t sleep. Ji An, who swallowed her following words, looked at Ha Joon vacantly. So, what did he want to do?
“Seeing your face, I guess I should go. Sleep well. Wake up and call me.”
“Call?”
“Think about what you want to eat, that would be better.”
“Are you going to buy it?”
Ha Joon tilted his head and smiled. Who else would buy it?
“You said you finished the manuscript. I have to do at least that much. You’ve worked hard.”
“You’ve worked hard.” At Ha Joon’s remark, the bitter feelings with an unclear target of resentment smoothly melted away.
The voice of Ji An, who laughed heartily, softened.
“……Hurry up and leave.”
As soon as Ha Joon disappeared beyond the entrance door, Ji An, who had become one with the bed, closed her eyes. The moment she seemed to fall asleep, the familiar electronic sound woke up her drowsy consciousness again.
It’s a child. Just leave, I said.
She forcibly pushed away sleep and yelled.
“Ha Joon! Just leave it. I’ll do it. You’re tired.”
She didn’t hear an answer, and Ji An’s consciousness became hazy.
With the sound of the vacuum cleaner, she wanted to say something, but she couldn’t beat her increasingly heavy eyelids.
The messy house had been bothering Ha Joon, so he changed into comfortable clothes and entered apartment 902.
Ha Joon’s eyes turned to the laptop on the desk.
“Hoo! Should have said something. That stubborn one.”
He remembered the contract he had been holding on to all evening about the soil contamination purification cost of Samjin Construction.
If she had said she had finished the manuscript, he would have made time.
Ha Joon, who threw the laundry in front of the bathroom to the laundry room, folded the sleeve of the tshirt once. And he took out a trash bag from the sink drawer and swept the trash on the island into it.
“I have to leave this country to not be neighbors with that. It’s worse than a job.”
With his hands folded over the dust bin of the vacuum cleaner, Ha Joon took a deep breath.
I can do it. It’s not the first time. It’s something I’ve occasionally done.
Every time he passed by, the messy space was organized. It was the magic left by the cleaning fairy, Ha Joon.
Having sorted the washed laundry into the dryer, he picked up the remaining laundry and headed towards the veranda. His gaze naturally turned in one direction.
“That darn dandelion.”
A chuckle escaped at Kim Ji An’s astonishing habit of growing dandelions indoors.
How could he hate her? She did such things.
The dandelion pot with yellow flowers blooming in disorder was full of life regardless of the season. Luckily, it resembled its owner.
Ha Joon plucked a flower stem, opened the window, and blew the white, bloomed seed head, stealing a glance at the bedroom.
“Should I blow a few more?”
It was a behavior that didn’t match the usual image of Yoon Ha Joon, who was engrossed in reading case files with a stern expression.
But he really liked blowing dandelion seeds out of the window at Ji An’s house.
‘Just one more thing, and the cleaning is over.’
To do the last remaining task, Ha Joon entered the bedroom where Ji An was asleep.
He rolled Ji An up in a blanket, then casually laid her down on the sofa.
She wouldn’t even notice if he carried her. How many days had she not slept?
After replacing the cover of the bed mattress, he moved Ji An back onto the bed and finished the midnight deep cleaning.
Although it was tiring, looking at the cleaned house, he felt a sense of pride.
As Ha Joon exited apartment 902, he stopped in front of 901 and keyed in the door lock’s password.
For whom it was a consideration, he wasn’t sure, but the entrance passwords for apartments 901 and 902 were the same.
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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