As he had told her back then, if Eun-jae hadn’t concealed her pain and had been examined more closely, the results might have been somewhat different. There were also stories about how Eun-jeong cried a lot while blaming herself, expressing regret for not inspecting more meticulously.
On one hand, he thought it was fortunate.
Although he worried that the resurrected story might have caused Eun-jeong more pain, her tears seemed not only painful but also relieving. He hoped that this incident would heal the part of Eun-jeong’s heart that had been buried.
“Eun-jae.”
In Eun-jeong’s eyes facing her, there was fullness of apology towards Eun-jae. Eun-jae also didn’t know in what kind of feelings Eun-jeong was facing her.
However, Eun-jae decided not to resent anyone except one person, Kwon Seung-chul. Because that one person was the cause of everything.
So, Eun-jae didn’t want Eun-jeong to apologize to her as much as saying sorry. Smiling broadly, Eun-jae hugged Eun-jeong. In Eun-jeong’s voice gently sweeping down Eun-jae’s back, there was moisture.
“Welcome. Welcome, Eun-jae.”
About to go in to wash, Eun-jae opened the drawer to get a hair tie, but suddenly she grabbed a hairpin that caught her eye.
It was a mint-colored bead hairpin in the shape of a laurel that Eun-jae’s mother had personally made and gifted to her.
“Haven’t seen this in a while.”
Sun-woo unexpectedly pushed his head through Eun-jae’s shoulder.
“It’s a hairpin my mom made. I don’t have a proper place to wear it, so I’ve just been keeping it like this. Isn’t it really pretty?”
“It’s beautiful.”
Eun-jae smiled contentedly and carefully placed the hairpin back in its place. Leaning against the dresser, Sun-woo lightly touched the square hairpin stuck in Eun-jae’s hair.
“The pin you’re wearing now is pretty too.”
“Did you just notice now? You’re not interested.”
“I wanted to ask since earlier, but something else kept catching my eye.”
A man’s gaze easily and intensely ignites. In the instantly heated air, the woman’s cheeks once again bloomed like pink peaches.
Taekyu looked around and found the table they had passed a while ago.
Marriage with that brat? How bad of a kid is that brat? How does that brat think of you?
They were still continuing their uncomfortable meal in the same posture as a while ago.
I know it’s an off-topic thing. I know I shouldn’t interfere. Yeah, I understand all that with my head, but I can’t let it go like this, what should I do?
Then, was it you whom I met on the hill? I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you like a fool. I regret hurting you during that time. And I also like you a lot.
Despite establishing trivial pride, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and so he missed the chance he had put right in front of him.
This time, I have to do it.
Standing behind Hoseok at a proper distance, Taekyu looked down at Nareum. Nareum, who hadn’t noticed Taekyu yet, had nothing to say except sipping the lemonade in front of her.
Nareum’s complexion was dark. Hoseok, sitting across from her, filled his empty glass with wine and said.
“If you get married, stop working at the hospital.”
“I like what I do. I have no intention of doing that.”
“I told you before. The person who will be my wife, I hope she enjoys her hobbies and lives leisurely with children.”
“…….”
“I don’t really like going out, and I don’t particularly like women.”
After revealing his true colors, Nareum chuckled as she watched him pour out rude words without hesitation.
“Nareum, you’re a well-behaved young lady, right? Will your child block the way in front of your future father so arrogantly?”
Hoseok, who casually placed the golden card pulled out from his wallet on the table, laughed smugly and filled Nareum’s glass with wine.
“Drink quickly and go up. This hotel is not just good at food.”
The view from the suite room is different. In response to the gently continuing threat, Nareum’s eyes turned red with tears.
So, this was the plan from the beginning.
I wonder how much of what he said to me is sincere and how much is false. Even the thought of using him made me feel guilty.
“Excuse me, Sim Hoseok…”
Her gaze, which had been directed downward, turned to Hoseok. When Nareum discovered Taekyu standing crookedly behind Hoseok and stopped what she was about to say, her eyes widened.
Teacher Yoon? Why is Teacher Yoon here?
He looked at her as if he were naked in front of Taekyu, even though they made eye contact. It felt like she had exposed the flaws she had kept hidden.
Why does it have to be now?
Nareum couldn’t say anything and chewed on her lips. When Taekyu, who had approached Nareum step by step, grabbed her wrist, Hoseok, who had been leaning on him with a glass of wine, stood up.
“Hey, who are you?”
Yoon Taekyu? Why are you here? Hoseok, who put down the glass, examined Taekyu’s face and narrowed his eyebrows.
“Yi Nareum, have I ever said such a thing to you? That I waver every time I do this to you.”
“Teacher Yoon.”
Taekyu pulled Nareum up by pulling her grabbed wrist. The table shook, and the glass filled with red wine toppled over, dripping red wine under the table.
“Then shake as much as you want. I’ll hold you, so go ahead.”
“Yoon Taekyu, who are you?”
Don’t let go of this hand? Hoseok stood up to block Nareum’s front. Hoseok, who glanced down at Nareum’s wrist, tried to remove Taekyu’s hand, but he wasn’t an easy person to let go. Taekyu tightened his grip on Nareum’s wrist.
“Just go. I don’t want to expect it again. I don’t want to hang on to this kind of sympathy.”
“It’s not a colleague’s kindness. So, expect it and hang on.”
Taekyu looked down at the hotel suite room key on the table and smirked.
“Just say one word.”
“……. ”
“I’ll follow him. Do you want to follow me?”
Hoseok, who had been silently listening to the conversation, burst into laughter in disbelief.
“You’re out. You don’t know, but there are talks of marriage going on between Nareum and me, within the family. A worthless brat.”
“I’m talking right now. Be quiet, it’s noisy.”
“What? Us?” Unthinkable profanities poured out of Hoseok’s mouth. As the lounge became noisy, men in black suits surrounded Hoseok.
“Do you know who I am? Let go of this or not? It’s Yoon Taekyu, you X jerk!” Amidst the shouting and scuffling, Taekyu’s hand, which had been holding Nareum’s wrist, gently descended, slipping between Nareum’s fingers.
“Is the question difficult? It’s me, that jerk?”
“……. ”
“Say it. It’s me, that jerk.”
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
