After work, Taegyu took off his gown while scanning through Suyeon’s message, which mentioned that she had prepared samgyetang for Chobok.
Taegyu, facing a ghostly message that arrived like a spirit at the end of work hours, smiled as if he couldn’t resist the urge.
He had been on duty, worn out by consecutive surgeries. It seemed like he could sleep well as long as he rested his head anywhere.
His plan upon arriving home was to head straight to bed. Then, he could have a drink, sleep, and, inevitably, be chased up to the third floor to receive a scolding.
Taegyu thought about the scenes that were predictably unfolding and headed to the first-floor cafe. He did it with the intention of recharging enough energy to endure until then.
After ordering an Americano and sitting at the cafe for a moment, the familiar back of a woman was reflected outside the window.
Ah, it’s that nurse again.
Taegyu, rubbing his throbbing forehead, tried to move to another seat.
These days, he kept seeing Inarim everywhere. No matter where he went, Inarim kept appearing. He even saw her attached to people who weren’t her.
So, he wondered if he was seeing things. Until the man standing across the street called Inarim’s name.
Through the slightly open window, he heard Inarim’s voice greeting with a smile. Eventually, the man placed his hand on Inarim’s shoulder.
The moment Taegyu saw that scene, he involuntarily stood up. Even if there wasn’t a window blocking, he was sure he would have reached out and removed that hand.
Even though it was fortunate that Inarim couldn’t see inside from outside, he thought it would have been amusing if she had witnessed this scene.
Who are you to do that?
Yeah, who am I?
Taegyu, feeling muddled, sat back down on the chair. He couldn’t understand his own actions.
Why was he angry? The reason couldn’t be known.
Could it be that he likes Inarim? All of a sudden? For some reason?
But if that’s not the case, there’s no reason for me to be like this.
Even when he arrived at his hometown, his mind was filled with that thought.
When the image of the man standing in front of Inarim suddenly came to mind above the samgyetang bowl, or rather, when the appearance of the man in front of Inarim unexpectedly emerged, Taegyu’s eyebrows twisted pleasingly.
It was during this moment of being lost in confusing thoughts when various noises, both loud and soft, were passing through his ears. The dining table, which had been noisy, suddenly fell silent.
Wondering what had happened, Taegyu raised his head from the samgyetang bowl buried in front of him. It was a belated sight, but Eunjae was seen rushing out of the dining room.
What’s going on again? There’s never a quiet day in this damn house.
As everyone, puzzled even by the silence, remained in the quiet air that replaced the noise in the dining room, Yoon Seonwoo stood up.
“Oh, I’ve been feeling a bit unwell since earlier…”
“Oh my! Sunwoo, could it be that you and your…”
“I’ll go check.”
Taegyu, as if he wasn’t interested, lifted his gaze back to the samgyetang on the table.
What came to mind this time was Inarim’s face smiling in front of that guy.
It seemed like it hadn’t been long since they met. Or was it that they had known each other from before? Had they always been like that, smiling at any man?
So affectionately?
It was because of that guy’s hand that was on Narim’s shoulder. Or perhaps, it was because of Narim’s expression as she smiled while looking at that guy.
As the feeling of annoyance continued to intensify, a chuckle escaped from Taegyu’s lips.
For a long time, Ji Eunjae, who had been filling my mind, was gradually being pushed out by Narim.
For the first time, and the only time.
⭐️⭐️⭐️
After finishing the meal and sitting in the courtyard reading a newspaper, Seokhee suddenly remembered yesterday afternoon while looking at the courtyard.
“Eunjae, you did it on purpose, right?”
“No?”
“Well, if that’s the case. There’s nothing we can do if you’re here.”
Amidst the noisy sounds, I momentarily stopped my steps and unintentionally stared at the two. Seokhee was irritated by the sight of them making a mess in the kitchen and debating over what was better.
“It would be nice to share it with the kitchen ladies.”
“The kitchen ladies should have better things to eat.”
Eunjae grumbled as she opened the lid of the pot. It seemed like she was making tteokbokki. Just making that alone, she had so much to say.
“Ugh, why are people so mean. It tastes better when you eat together. One, two, three, four. The more people gather to eat, the tastier it becomes.”
“If it becomes tastier by eating together, then is everything delicious when shared?”
Their bickering was a scene reminiscent of an affectionate couple. At that moment, I remembered the smile I had unconsciously raised.
Seokhee’s conscience dissipated into the air as the courtyard door opened. With a forced cough, Seokhee shifted his gaze back to the newspaper. In front of Seokhee, Sanchoen placed a teacup.
“It’s rooibos tea.”
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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