“Yeah… Don’t worry about useless things and take care of yourself. Eunjae will be fine; I’m taking good care of her.”
“Thank goodness… Oh! I received an overseas assignment proposal at work, and the conditions are excellent. I might stay there for a long time, so I suggested seeing how things go. It’s not good for Eunjae and you if I keep hanging around nearby.”
After hesitating for a long time, if only I had known that the 30 million won you gave me was for eating, wearing, and sleeping, reducing expenses.
“Take this.”
“What’s this?”
“Just money I collected doing this and that.”
“So why this? You don’t need it, take it. The tteokbokki restaurant I run now is doing well.”
If only you had known he would return as a corpse in less than a month,
“Give it to me when Eunjae gets married.”
“…”
“I thought I might not be able to take care of it later.”
You wouldn’t have sent him off like that…
A man who used to be a colleague visited and handed over an urn. He had missed his family a lot, and along with him was a family photo he had cherished like a clone.
The cause of death was stomach cancer. When it was discovered last year, it was already in an advanced stage.
After his release, he settled in a distant place, occasionally coming up to the moon, finding happiness just by looking at Eunjae from afar, worried that they might suffer any harm.
More than anyone else, he loved and missed his family. Only after taking his last breath, he was able to return to his family’s embrace.
Sobbing, Miran wiped away tears with a handkerchief and took out a neatly folded old piece of paper from the drawer.
It was a letter from Taekwang, along with the 30 million won that had been in the envelope.
―To my wife, Miran.
Miran, I’m sorry for not keeping my promise. I couldn’t experience a single knife cut in a fancy place, nor could we go to an amusement park together.
It’s shameless, but occasionally, ask Jaehong and Mother how they’re doing on my behalf. When people point fingers and look down on us as orphans without parents, those who warmly embraced me are the ones you can rely on.
I couldn’t keep any of the promises to be a good husband or a good father.
As a last promise, even from a distance, I will definitely protect you and our Eunjae.
Let’s meet in a better state next time.
I love you, Miran. I love you, Eunjae.
If back then, you had come home with me. How would it have been to spend the last moment watching our Eunjae grow up without any worries?
“How much I wanted to see you…”
I still regret that day so much. I still vividly remember your back. Your eyes seemed to have so much to say, but in the end, you turned around without saying a word.
What were you trying to tell me then?
“Why didn’t you say it hurt… why…”
Returning home, Kwon Seungcheol tore his hair while looking at the empty Boston bag.
“Crazy, crazy, crazy!”
He had really tried not to touch gambling this time, but after bringing just a million won to the gambling den, he won a whopping ten million won. When that ten million won turned into a billion, his eyes rolled back. Duped and fooled by the swindlers again.
You scammers, I won’t let it go this time.
“Aaargh!”
Seungcheol’s anger stopped only after all the remaining dishes were shattered. The precarious calendar, hanging limply, swayed and confused Seungcheol’s vision.
A date marked with a red circle. It was the day to meet Ji Eunjae. Kwon Seungcheol took out his phone from his pocket to check the date.
As midnight passed, the date inside the red circle matched the date on his phone.
Ah, I had Eunjae.
“Hu……”
As if asking when he had expressed his anger, the once noisy Kwon Seungcheol, whose hair had turned more than half white, absentmindedly swept from the back of his neck to the top of his head.
The shaking calendar fell to the floor. Kwon Seungcheol looked at the messed-up house and lit a cigarette. Then, he casually dusted the ashes on the floor.
I won’t come back to this place again.
When the appointed time arrived, Ji Eunjae entered the cafe.
His eyes were swollen, and his face looked truly pitiful. It was like that last time and even now; it’s not my concern, but…
“Aren’t you from a wealthy family? Couldn’t you find a rich husband?”
Without any particular response, when Eunjae pulled the chair in front of Kwon Seungcheol and sat down, Kwon Seungcheol straightened his legs, pulled his body upright, and untangled the legs he had crossed.
“Hurry up. Wouldn’t it be good if you quickly went abroad like me? Don’t you think so?”
Looking at Kwon Seungcheol, who laughed cunningly with his teeth exposed, Eunjae shivered, trembling his lips.
“I did put my officetel up for sale, but there’s still no news.”
“What did you say? Ha, do you really want to die?”
Ah, I’m really going crazy. Kwon Seungcheol, who had risen in anger, ruffled his hair uncontrollably while still unable to overcome his anger. Then, with a bang, he hit the table threateningly, glaring fiercely.
“Hey, Eunjae. I trust you.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“What?”
“Were we that trusting of each other?”
“If you come out like this, I can’t stay quiet either. I’ll make you regret it.”
When Kwon Seungcheol shouted curses that couldn’t be put into words, the customers inside the cafe started to glance around, sensing the tension.
“Should I be thankful for this…”
What’s this crazy bastard saying? As Kwon Seungcheol continued to threaten, Eunjae, who hadn’t changed his expression even in the face of Seungcheol’s threats, suddenly swept back his long hair and started laughing loudly. It was at that moment when a strange thought crossed my mind.
“Thank you for being so troublesome around me all this time.”
“…”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
