‘I had a hard time getting these tickets… You didn’t seem to enjoy it.’
[Who did you watch it with?] […]‘Again. That look…’
[Zion…?] [I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you that.]‘Did he watch it with his deceased first love…?’
[…Why?] [I’m sorry, Viare.]‘It’s already in the past… Why can’t you be honest?’
[I’ll go ahead, Zion.]Recalling that day’s conversation, Viare thought of Dension, who had failed to be honest with her.
He had made a clumsy lie to hide the truth, thinking it was considerate.
Viare knew Dension hadn’t forgotten his first love, but the idea of him thinking of her while with Viare was unbearable.
Viare wasn’t magnanimous enough to understand his lie, so they couldn’t watch the performance together that day.
She felt pathetic for being jealous and resentful of his deceased first love.
Not wanting to show this side to Dension, she tried to hide her feelings, but sometimes these efforts were futile.
Even though she knew he loved her, she always harbored a sense of insecurity.
‘That’s why I sometimes regret it.’
If she had expressed her feelings honestly to Dension, perhaps they wouldn’t have fought as much.
Back then, Viare wasn’t skilled in expressing her emotions and didn’t know how to convey her love openly.
By the time she realized this, Dension was no longer by her side, and it was too late.
Lost in these thoughts, Viare missed the end of the intermission, and the second part of the performance began.
As the opera singers finished their ensemble and the play drew to a close, the audience was already wiping tears with handkerchiefs.
Rosalyn, who had been sobbing beside Viare, also used the handkerchief Viare had gifted her to wipe her cheeks.
When the performance ended, the audience burst into applause, and the opera cast took their curtain call.
Even Viare, impressed by the wonderful production, stood and applauded.
Before the hall became too crowded with exiting patrons, they quickly left the Opera House and headed back to Lanvin’s Street of Arts.
In return for Rosalyn showing her the hard-to-get opera tickets, Viare had reserved a restaurant.
The staff lined up to greet them as they entered, and Viare proficiently addressed the manager,
“I’ve reserved under the name Viare Ruschev.”
“Your companion has already arrived and is waiting for you.”
The manager quickly scanned the reservation list and politely guided them upstairs.
Rosalyn looked at Viare curiously, but Viare just smiled subtly.
As they followed the manager upstairs, they saw a man seated in the distance. Hearing their footsteps, he turned his head and seemed to be greeting his sister,
“Sister, over here… Eh?”
Seemingly surprised, Gaizen appeared to recognize his fiancée.
“……Lady?”
Similarly bewildered, Rosalyn looked at Viare with a slightly puzzled expression.
“I thought it would be nice to have a meal together outside for a change. Is that okay with everyone?”
Hearing Viare’s cheerful voice and seeing her soft gaze, Gaizen and Rosalyn quickly took their seats.
“Of course, that’s perfectly fine. Right, young lady?”
“Yes, I’m fine with it too.”
Viare looked across at the two sitting opposite her and finally let out a satisfied smile.
‘They’re still a bit shy around each other.’
Noticing it had been almost a year since their engagement, Viare wanted to give them a little more attention.
“Move over a bit. It’s cramped here.”
“Hey― don’t encroach on my space, young lady.”
Despite their playful bickering, the two of them made a beautiful couple, fit for any formal occasion.
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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