“Woo Jun, have you been getting into fights lately?”
The weather had cooled down enough now to not require an air conditioner during the day. Woo Jun looked at Hye Yoon with surprise in his eyes. The idea of getting into fights was completely foreign to him. The midday sunlight made her brown eyes appear even more transparent.
“How could you possibly think that, looking at my size?”
“Could it be that you’ve been hit so much that you’re swollen like this? You’ve bulked up more.”
Where did such a unique imagination come from? Perhaps inside that small head of hers, a curlyhaired child was bouncing around on the belly of a bearsized plush toy. An innocent little one, without an ounce of malice.
“I’m not puffy, I’m firm.”
Woo Jun let out a small laugh. Hye Yoon, unaware of his absurd imagination, tried tapping on his thick bicep, the one that was steering the car, with her small fist, but quickly gave up. It was a strange sensation, the person being hit didn’t feel a thing, but the hitter felt the pain.
His body, tanned skin over thick bones and muscles, clearly indicated that he was someone who worked out, no introduction needed.
“Do you not have classes today?”
“Yeah. I explained the situation and postponed the five that I had.”
“You didn’t have to do that…..”
“It’s your first schedule as a leading actress, even though it’s just a short play. You would have been nervous going alone.”
His focused expression as he shrugged his shoulders and drove seemed particularly masculine today.
Woo Jun ran a 1:1 fitness center in the same building as Hye Yoon’s cafe. They couldn’t see each other every day, but this was the first time that they hadn’t seen each other for over a week.
That one week had been quite substantial.
“But you don’t seem to be very curious. You don’t have any questions?”
Considering Min Joo, whose hundreds of curiosities about my daughter’s first love were unceasing, the two’s reactions were quite dramatic. I looked at him as he bobbed his head to the music coming from the radio. There seemed to be no hint of worry in his somber eyes.
“Why would there be anything to be curious about? We agreed to pretend to be dating. It’s not like we’re actually dating.”
“Heh heh. Pretending to date.”
Hye Yoon laughed, thinking it was just like Kim Woo Jun to hate anything complicated. Whether he was broadminded or just dull.
“I’ll help out as much as I can on my free days. Even then, it won’t be many times. Min Joo decided to be a stylist, right? Then I should be… a manager?”
“Hmm, I wonder if it’s okay to just accept this.”
“If you’re grateful, bring me that fake boyfriend’s autograph next time. I have to use it to attract new members.”
Already excited about the prospect of new members, he started to bob his shoulders. Despite criticizing him for being foolish, Hye Yoon was actually very grateful.
“Since I’m almost there, should I just go to the surface parking lot?”
“No. Let’s go to the underground parking lot.”
Hye Yoon’s eyes read the neatly written sentence on her phone.
[Author, there are a lot of reporters on the ground. Please enter through the E entrance of the underground parking lot. (1:31 PM)]It was Bong Gi, Ji Ho’s manager. Judging by the message that had arrived about 10 minutes ago, it seemed like Ji Ho had probably arrived too. Or not. Perhaps he already knew without even having to see.
There was no difficulty parking the car in the underground parking lot. Thanks to Woo Jun’s excellent driving and sense of direction. There was just a bit of awkwardness, as the security guard at the entrance of the broadcast station seemed to be inquisitive.
His gaze seemed more intent on satisfying a boiling curiosity than confirming their identities. His murmur, ‘Ah, it’s Jang Hye Yoon’, as if he knew all too well who she was. Even to a man in his 50s, Hye Yoon had become that kind of person.
“I just need to go in there now. Thanks for the ride.”
“Huh? I’m not leaving though?”
Woo Jun looked at Hye Yoon, whose eyes widened in surprise, with an even more baffled expression. His finger tapped on the steering wheel.
“If I leave you, who is like a lost child in such a big building… you’ll probably not come home until next week.”
“It’s not that bad, you know?”
“You are that bad. Heh heh. Finish your work and come down at your leisure. I’ll be waiting.”
Hye Yoon contemplated showing her appreciation for Woo Jun’s unexpected consideration, but he quickly avoided any potentially awkward scenes. He simply grinned silently, saying, ‘Go quickly.’ As expected, it was just like Kim Woo Jun. Smiling, Hye Yoon got out of the car.
Hye Yoon, who had taken the elevator to the 17th floor, moved her steps lightly. By the time she arrived at the meeting room, she saw the overlapping glances from three women she passed, reminiscent of the security guard’s gaze from earlier.
Knock knock
“Hello.”
“Oh my, Author Jang has arrived.”
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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