‘Would I ever be sincere with someone like you? If you want to save your life, get away from me as soon as possible.’
Seo Jun’s cold voice from the recent shoot still echoed in her ears. Even though it was acting, his warmth felt in Malaga was nowhere to be found in his current portrayal. He was perfectly embodying Gi Cheon Yul.
Or perhaps, Seo Jun himself was as cold as Gi Cheon Yul. This thought brought another realization: hearing his reproach in real life would be more dreadful than any other words.
The subtle gap between So Yeon and Seo Jun continued throughout the morning.
It was noon, with crisp sunlight pouring down.
At Director Yoon’s call of “Shoot,” So Yeon stood in front of the camera with the horse.
“That horse isn’t yours, is it?”
His deep voice cut through the air like a fierce wind. So Yeon looked up at the intimidating yet handsome face of the man who had appeared on horseback.
“It’s going to be killed anyway.”
Her small voice was bold and firm. Seo Jun raised his eyebrows and fixed her with a dry gaze.
“Your situation isn’t any different from that horse. Haven’t you thought about that?”
His calm voice and expression were fittingly regal and merciless.
[Dash Separator]It was So Yeon’s turn to mount the horse, but she hesitated.
To match Seo Jun’s stable performance, she felt pressure to nail this scene in one go.
Eventually, she stepped onto the saddle and gripped the reins tightly, but her knuckles and face turned pale with tension.
Her fear-stricken expression was hard to tell if it was acting or real, but it was enough to scratch at Seo Jun’s nerves.
If she fell off the horse, if she got hurt, especially if it were Eom So Yeon… he couldn’t bear to watch that.
However, these worries were unfounded.
Suddenly, So Yeon spurred the horse and galloped away, letting herself be carried by the speeding animal. Her long hair fluttered in the wind as she moved away. Seo Jun, who had been ready to stop the shoot if necessary, also picked up speed.
Three drones hovered high in the sky, persistently following Seo Jun and So Yeon.
Catching up to her, Seo Jun asked alongside her.
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Not at all! I love going fast!”
His response was a hearty laugh as she beamed genuinely.
The two couldn’t take their eyes off each other’s faces for a long time. The two horses, knowing their job well, sped through the path lined with dense trees.
[Dash Separator]On the fifth day of shooting.
All actors were on a set that plausibly recreated an era where myths were born.
In the open sea and bustling market square, visible from the palace, seasoned actors brought the script to life with flavorsome performances.
Soon after, Seo Jun, embodying the drama’s title, “Owner of the Sun,” with his profound charisma, stepped onto the set, turning all actors from performers to spectators behind the camera.
As the sun began to set, painting the sea in blood-red hues, the tragic beginning of Seo Jun and So Yeon’s poignant love scene unfolded in front of the camera.
After a passionate scene, Seo Jun, having removed his top, stepped down from the grand, antique bed to stand by the window.
So Yeon, wrapped in a thin cloth, approached him from behind and gently rested her face against his back.
Slowly turning around, Seo Jun tenderly stroked So Yeon’s tear-stained sad face, looking deep into her eyes with a wistful gaze. Then, he gradually lowered his head.
The kiss that started gently grew more intense. Seo Jun embraced So Yeon’s slender waist tightly with his long, sturdy arms, as if he couldn’t let her go.
Holding her, he moved back to the bed and lay down on the silky sheets, propping himself up slightly. His impressive back muscles rippled slowly as their faces deeply overlapped.
The camera focused on Seo Jun’s back, completely hiding So Yeon from view.
So Yeon’s eyes suddenly widened in shock, her pupils swirling like they were swept away in a storm. Her heart plummeted, thudding wildly.
The kiss, Seo Jun’s hot breath, had unexpectedly invaded deeply.
It was a real kiss.
Seo Jun, having fully captured So Yeon’s lips, pulled the blanket over their heads.
All these movements were exactly as scripted. But what happened under the blanket was known only to the two of them.
It was acting.
So, there was no need to deceive herself.
This moment belonged solely to her and Seo Jun.
Their performance was flawless, and the atmosphere on set heated up with their passionate acting.
“Those two are incredibly compatible, aren’t they? Seo Jun is always great, but Eom So Yeon, despite being a newcomer, didn’t make a single mistake.”
“Her tearful acting was so endearing, I was surprised. Where did they find such a gem?”
“Right? I knew from the start So Yeon would do well. Her performance is on another level compared to the initial readings.”
The staff who had been watching the shoot continuously showered them with unreserved praise for their beautiful performance.
“But what about Oh Min Jung? She’s bound to see this scene eventually.”
“With her jealous nature, she won’t stay quiet for sure. She’ll flip.”
“Well, what’s done is done, right? She scrutinized the script and insisted on being the lead actress. If there’s a problem, it’s that the direction on set turned out better than the script.”
“Min Jung is supposed to arrive in Cadiz today, right? Let’s try not to mention it if we meet her.”
“Yeah, let’s. I can’t handle her impulsiveness.”
Director Yoon chuckled and raised his megaphone as he heard the murmurs behind him.
“Cut!”
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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