“It’s okay. If someone sees you, they might think I was seriously injured. I’m really okay.”
While the injured person was comforting the uninjured one, the taxi arrived in front of Ha Joon’s apartment.
“Let’s go in quickly.”
Before she knew it, Su Ah, who had stopped crying, urged Ha Joon to move as soon as she got out of the taxi.
They were about to press the elevator button when.
“I’ll, I’ll press it. Which floor is it?”
“It’s okay… It’s the 23rd floor.”
“23rd floor. 23rd floor. Here it is.”
Su Ah’s index finger, scanning the numbers, landed on 23, and simultaneously, the elevator began to move.
The ascending number stopped at 23, and soon after, the door opened.
Apartment 2301.
When they reached the door, Su Ah looked around as if someone might hear, brought her hands up to her lips and whispered.
“What’s the password? I’ll enter it, and you should change it after I leave.”
As if she was saying something important.
Ha Joon chuckled and then announced the password in a notsoquiet voice.
“1234”
“……That’s your password?
“Yes. 1234.”
“No way. Who sets their password as 1234…”
With a doubtful expression, she entered the four digits.
Beep.
The door opened. Simultaneously, Su Ah’s mouth also opened.
She didn’t believe it, but it was true. The password was 1234.
“Oh my. What’s happening? This person is going to be in big trouble. Who sets their password as 1234? And that too, for their house! Change it as soon as I leave. Got it?”
“……Yes. I understand.”
Even though he responded promptly to her sharp words, Ha Joon didn’t quite understand what the problem was.
1234 was the password that had been set from the beginning.
For him, home was just a place to sleep. He didn’t attach much significance to the house itself, so he hadn’t felt the need to change the password.
Still, since she insisted, he agreed to do so.
“In this day and age, what’s with a password like 1234. 1234.”
Muttering as if to make sure he heard, Su Ah stepped inside the house and then halted.
Was this really a place where someone lived?
Taken aback, she could only blink in surprise.
In the spacious living room, only a TV and a sofa were awkwardly placed, and at a glance, it was spotlessly clean, devoid of even a speck of dust.
Moreover, there was no trace of human warmth to be found, to the extent that it felt like a cold wind was blowing through the house.
Su Ah slowly turned her head and looked at Ha Joon before opening her mouth.
“Mr. Ha Joon.”
Wondering if he had done something wrong again after the password, Ha Joon looked at Su Ah with a tense expression.
“Is this really the house you’re living in now? It’s not some kind of model home, is it?”
“A model home?”
“If not, then why is it like this… I mean, what I’m trying to say is…”
“Ah. I see what you mean.”
A laugh escaped at Su Ah’s unexpected question.
“I usually get off work late, so all I really do at home is sleep. That’s probably why. Yes, this is the house I’m currently living in.”
Ah, I see. As she was about to look away, she noticed Ha Joon’s arm turning red.
“Oh my! Look at me. This isn’t the time for this. I’m sorry. You should go to bed quickly.”
She had been so caught up in looking around the house that she had forgotten why they were there.
“The manager said he would call the doctor, so he should be here soon.”
Su Ah approached the bed before Ha Joon did, gently pulling back the neatly arranged blanket.
“Sit here leaning against this and rest for a bit.”
Ha Joon moved awkwardly.
The fact that he was in the bedroom with her made everything, from his facial expression to his movements, unnatural.
As Ha Joon approached and slid into the gap in the opened blanket, she was about to cover him up again when.
Ding dong. The doorbell rang in perfect timing.
“Oh? It seems the doctor is here. Please wait a moment.”
Su Ah hurried towards the entrance.
A moment later.
“I didn’t mean to see you like this when I said we should meet sometime. Hmm?”
A middleaged man with a joke in his words and a woman carrying medical tools entered the bedroom.
“This isn’t a wound serious enough for the director to come personally.”
At Ha Joon’s words, Su Ah’s eyes widened.
The director? The hospital director?
To call the hospital director personally.
Indeed, her speculation that the convenience store was just a hobby was becoming a certainty.
“I wondered why Ji Hoon would contact me out of the blue. He abruptly said he was asking for your help and hung up.”
“You know Ji Hoon’s personality. He makes a fuss over nothing.”
“Let’s see if it’s nothing or not.”
The director sat on the chair prepared by Su Ah and cut the shoulder part of Ha Joon’s clothes with scissors.
As the bloodstained clothes were cut away, the wound from the knife was fully exposed.
“This is not nothing. It looks like we’ll have to stitch this up?”
As the doctor examining the wound suggested it needed stitches, picking up a syringe containing anesthetic, Ha Joon, surprised, hastily sat up.
“Just disinfecting it should be enough…”
“How can we just disinfect it when the wound is this open? It will be over quickly, so if it’s hard to watch, just close your eyes.”
“But still…”
Ha Joon, who was reluctant to offer his arm, was tensing up.
Su Ah, who had been quietly observing him, gently climbed onto the left side of Ha Joon’s bed. Then, she cradled his head with her hand and carefully pulled him towards herself.
“It’s okay. It will be over soon.”
Ha Joon’s surprised eyes widened and his movements stopped.
Taking advantage of that moment, the treatment began.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Su Ah whispered softly, gently stroking Ha Joon’s hair.
Not long after, she felt the head of Ha Joon, who was leaning on her, become a bit heavier.
“Ha Joon, are you perhaps asleep?”
“He must be asleep. He’s such a workaholic, so I also prescribed a sleep aid so he can rest a bit.”
The doctor answered on behalf of the sleeping Ha Joon.
“Ah, I see…”
After a while, the doctor who finished the treatment supported Ha Joon’s head and gently laid it down on the pillow.
“For the time being, be careful not to get water on the wound. If inflammation occurs, it will be a headache.”
“Yes.”
“Also, keep a close eye on him so he doesn’t use the injured arm as much as possible. Since it’s his right hand, he may unconsciously use it more often.”
“Yes. I will do that. Thank you for coming.”
Su Ah, who walked out to the entrance to see the doctor off and returned, sat next to the bed as if spellbound.
She gazed at Ha Joon’s face, his chin propped up and asleep.
It felt strange that her heart was fluttering.
Why was she so nervous?
Every time their eyes met, her fingertips tingled and her heart reacted immediately.
Do I… like this person?
It had been so long since she was in a relationship that she was confused if this feeling could be called liking someone.
No way. How long has it been since we met?
Is time important or depth?
What depth? Was there any depth to deepen?
Complicated thoughts that hadn’t been sorted out were quickly filling Su Ah’s head.
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.”
