It was the real Lajin.
Not Lajin who only existed in imagination, in memories, but the real, living and breathing Lajin was right next to me.
Having finished washing his face, he couldn’t take his eyes off the bathroom she entered. It seemed as if, in a fleeting moment, she might run away somewhere if he missed it.
Lajin could have pushed him away. It was incomparable to the time when she became a chest that, rather than being visible, became intangible and unknown, holding her as she hugged him, compared to when she was not seen.
Sneakily, as the sliding door opened and Lajin came out, she was still surprised to see Jaehun standing in front of the bed, and she instinctively covered her stomach.
“…In case you might fall.”
Her voice, like a child caught doing something bad, like an excuse, unexpectedly became small and quiet.
“It’s okay.”
With a brief response, Lajin looked away from him and left the bedroom. Jaehun followed her like a shadow.
Having calmed her startled heart, the composed housekeeper entered the dining room, casually speaking to the two as if nothing had happened.
“Please sit down. Would you like some tea?”
As Lajin reached for the chair, Jaehun was faster.
“Sit.”
“…Thank you.”
Jaehun pulled out the chair and gently pushed it forward when she sat down. On the large table, there were many side dishes freshly made by the housekeeper according to Jaehun’s order. All were non-spicy dishes.
Jaehun placed the side dishes near her.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll eat on my own.”
“Sure.”
While answering like that, Jaehun busily moved his hands, and eventually, the plate was placed in front of Lajin in a fan shape.
…
Why is he doing this? What is he thinking?
It is certainly not for her or the child.
Seeing her, who was quietly looking at the food without picking up her chopsticks, Jaehun, who was sitting across from her, looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“Why. Is there nothing to your liking? Do you… not feel like eating?”
It seemed that he intended to monitor until he finished eating.
“No. No, it’s not like that.”
Lajin, holding chopsticks, started eating by picking up a little rice and then slowly picking up the side dishes placed nearby.
For a while, he seemed satisfied with that sight.
However, her chopsticks gradually slowed down and eventually stopped. Jaehun furrowed his eyebrows.
“Is your stomach not feeling well?”
“No.”
Every time he spoke, Lajin mechanically moved her hands, but the speed slowed down again.
Observing her quietly, the housekeeper cautiously spoke up.
“Director.”
When Jaehun and the housekeeper made eye contact, the housekeeper, who trembled at the sight, gathered courage and spoke.
“I’ll be here, so you can go and check your work.”
…Ah.
Only then did Jaehun realize that Lajin was feeling uncomfortable and couldn’t eat properly.
“I’ll make sure Director has a comfortable meal without any inconvenience.”
Lajin just closed her mouth. It was a silent agreement.
Feeling the sweat on his chest spreading, Jaehun stood up from his seat.
“I’ll make way for you, so eat comfortably.”
Gazing at her with her head lowered, he moved away with heavy steps.
As Jaehun slowly moved away from where Lajin was, the sound of utensils colliding again behind him made him wipe his face with his hand.
It seemed that it would take a long time to meet Lajin’s eyes.
Thanks to the quick-witted housekeeper, Lajin could barely catch her breath.
“If it doesn’t suit your taste, please tell me right away.”
“…No, it’s delicious.”
It wasn’t an empty compliment. The housekeeper’s cooking was quite similar to the taste of Lotus’s hands, so it suited her palate.
“You must have suffered from suddenly preparing a meal.”
When going up from Anseong to Seoul, Jaehun called the housekeeper and told her to prepare a non-spicy and healthy dinner.
‘You don’t have to do it for me.’
‘I’m doing it for myself.’
Unable to resist any further since she insisted on eating, I closed my mouth and came to Seoul as it is.
“No, Director, you’ve been through even more. I walked around when I had a child. I get motion sickness just by riding a car. Can you believe I even walked to the hospital when I went to give birth? Thankfully, it wasn’t far, and I hurriedly went there early; otherwise, it could have been a big problem.”
The housekeeper, who spoke warmly, had experienced giving birth to a child, and just that fact made Lajin open her heart.
“You must have had a hard time.”
“Sigh, don’t even mention it. When I gave birth again, I swore to myself that if I went through the pain again, I’d be Crazy Ok, not Jung Sun-ok, I went through such a determination during childbirth.”
It must have been so difficult. Lajin suddenly felt a sense of fear.
Can I handle it well?
“But it’s really strange. The moment you see the baby’s face, all the hardships just fade away. It’s so lovely. To the point that when the child grew a bit, I thought, ‘Should I have one more?’ The time when they’re little is so beautiful.”
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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