Yeonju, with a resolute look, spoke to the person on the line.
“I have something to tell you.”
In Jinyook’s office.
Jinyook had been unable to concentrate on his work all afternoon.
During meetings, the presentation content didn’t sink in, and he struggled to comprehend the documents he needed to review.
Despite the mountain of work awaiting his attention after returning from his business trip, he was making no progress.
Ever since last night, when Yeonju unexpectedly mentioned divorce, Jinyook’s mind had been in turmoil.
‘Let’s get a divorce.’
The expression on Yeonju’s face when she uttered the word ‘divorce’ was resolute.
Did Yeonju truly want to divorce him?
‘I no longer want to be your wife.’
Did Yeonju truly…
Not want to be his wife anymore?
Jinyook slowly shook his head.
No. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t have changed her mind so suddenly.
It must be the shock of losing her mother, causing her mind to be confused.
Or perhaps, while he was away on his trip, Aeran or someone else might have pressured Yeonju into considering divorce.
After much thought, he had come to this conclusion dozens of times. But then, the anxiety that Yeonju might actually leave him would rise again, complicating his thoughts.
Jinyook had been unable to focus on work all day, tormented by his indecision about Yeonju.
Then, there was a knock, and the office door opened.
The person who entered was Minhee. She placed a file of documents in front of Jinyook and said, “Here are the documents you requested this morning.”
“Thank you.”
“And the dinner meeting scheduled for 7 PM tonight will take about 40-50 minutes to get there. I’ll have the car ready at the main gate by 6 PM.”
Jinyook pondered for a moment upon hearing her words.
He had a dinner planned at 7 PM with representatives from construction companies.
Discussing business matters would likely end by 8 PM at the earliest, and if someone started drinking, it would easily go past 9 PM. This meant Jinyook would probably get home around 10 PM.
“…….”
Jinyook felt a strange sense of déjà vu. The memory of Yeonju’s cold eyes from last night flickered in his mind. He felt he should get home as early as possible today.
He checked the time. It was just past five in the afternoon.
Standing up, Jinyook said to Minhee, “Check if we can postpone the evening schedule. If not, tell them I’ll be an hour late.”
“Ah… Okay, I understand.”
As Jinyook put on his suit jacket, Minhee asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I need to go home.”
Jinyook quickly left the office.
The car stopped in front of the mansion.
Before the driver could open the door, Jinyook was already getting out of the back seat.
He briskly walked past the gate and stood in front of the house’s front door.
A sense of unease enveloped him. As he opened the door and entered the house, he saw the surprised face of the housekeeper.
“You’re here, sir.”
She seemed startled by his unusually early arrival. Jinyook scanned the first floor and asked the housekeeper, “Where’s Yeonju?”
“She’s upstairs, sir.”
“Has she eaten?”
“……I tried to persuade her as usual, but she only had a little porridge in the afternoon. She hasn’t eaten anything since then.”
The housekeeper looked apologetic as she bowed her head.
“I’m sorry, sir. I should be taking better care of her….”
“No, it’s fine. Please continue to look after her as you are doing.”
Saying that, Jinyook immediately headed upstairs.
Upon reaching the second floor, he first opened the bedroom door, but Yeonju wasn’t there. She didn’t seem to be in the bathroom either, so the only other place she might be was in the room at the far end of the second floor.
That room was where Yeonju kept her belongings and favorite books. Approaching the room, he heard rustling noises from inside.
After a brief knock, Jinyook opened the door.
And the sight before him left him momentarily speechless.
Yeonju was squatting, putting her books into a large suitcase. The suitcase was already filled with her belongings.
The most noticeable item was a passport tucked inside the suitcase’s inner pocket.
At that sight, Jinyook felt a pounding sensation in his head.
“What are you doing right now?”
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.”
