Eunchae hurriedly approached him, afraid he would notice the rising heat on her neck. She leaned towards Kijoo, who was sitting. He breathed a bit longer, seeming satisfied.
It was a significant mistake to get so close to him. There was an unmistakable, substantial, and fragrant smell she couldn’t ignore.
Forgetting how to breathe for a moment, Eunchae quickly filled the bracelet, then stepped back.
“Fortunately, it fits well.”
Kijoo silently stared at her. His gaze shifted from her hands, which were fumbling to fill the bracelet, and he extended his arm.
Eunchae froze. He interlocked his two hands and rested his face on top.
Kijoo pressed lips emitting warmth onto her seemingly lifeless hands. The thought of him choosing a gift with those rough hands made her backbone ache.
Eunchae, with her neck awkwardly bent, chewed on the inside of her cheek, feeling ticklish.
“It tickles.”
Between Eunchae trying to withdraw her hand and Kijoo not letting go, a minor struggle occurred. The power difference was like heaven and earth from the beginning, and it was evidence enough that he was tolerating it quite a bit. Eunchae didn’t mind that.
What stopped this struggle was a sudden knocking sound. Startled, Eunchae looked at the door.
“Miss, could you come out for a moment?”
It was Haman Lady. Eunchae turned her body directly, looking relieved.
“I’ll be right there.”
After whispering softly, she left the room. Kijoo’s black pupils, like a cat’s, lingered on the door, where the remaining traces were felt.
How much time passed since then?
The woman who was supposed to come soon hasn’t shown up for 15 minutes. Kijoo’s toes, poking out from under the crossed legs, tapped slowly.
There was no reason for Chairman Song Myunghwan to call when he was not at home.
An ominous feeling sharply crossed his mind. Suddenly, as if shocked, he abruptly stood up.
Silently, he went down to the lower floor, suppressing his presence. He already knew that no one was in the living room from halfway down the stairs.
The reception room, dining room, greenhouse.
Nowhere could he find Song Eunchae. Neither Haman Lady.
Standing in the middle of the silent greenhouse, Kijoo took a deep breath. Calmly lowering and raising his eyelids, his pitch-black pupils flickered ominously in the dark.
Meanwhile, the clock’s second hand was moving diligently. Over 25 minutes had passed since Eunchae hid her traces.
25 minutes. It was an overflowing amount of time to capture one person. Taking out his phone from his back pocket, he pressed the buttons hard to dial the number.
Drring. Drring.
Only the signal sounded; the call was not connecting. Twisting his lips sourly, Kijoo took a tap from his pocket.
It was an item that could check the GPS signal embedded in her phone. It was initially intended to prevent Part Leader Oh Geunseok from approaching her. Little did he expect it to be used like this.
His eyebrows, manipulated without hesitation, deeply furrowed. Song Eunchae’s location was in the opposite direction of the house. Moreover, the distance was increasing in seconds, urgently, as if being chased by someone.
Kijoo let out a dry laugh through closed teeth. It was an impossible speed without riding a car. And it seemed urgent, as if being chased.
Is this truly voluntary? No. That’s not likely.
Kijoo moved briskly towards the annex. Without hesitation, he entered Kwangil’s room, who was absent, and picked up the car keys from the side table. Then, without delay, as he was leaving the room, he encountered Kwangil coming out of a room used as a warehouse.
Kwangil, looking puzzled, quickly noticed the car keys in Kijoo’s hand and raised an eyebrow. The problem was that Kwon Kijoo showed no concern. On the contrary, he walked up to him and said bluntly.
“The supplied weapon. Where is it?”
“What?”
As he repeated that question, Kwangil felt his face pale. It wasn’t like him to have steel nerves that wouldn’t flinch even if someone died in front of him. Was it because of his mood?
Annoyed, Kijoo tilted his head and opened his mouth again.
“I’m talking about the authorized weapon. Where is it?”
Saying the same thing, but it seemed a bit annoying that it was getting longer. Kwangil burst into laughter at the absurdity. He had thought he should break that nose someday. Was today the day?
In the moment Kwangil was about to put down the burden in his hand fiercely, suddenly, he pushed past Kwangil, shoving him with his shoulder. Judging by the direction he was heading, it was the underground parking lot. Kwangil, making a strange expression, hurriedly followed.
Kwon Kijoo had already opened the car trunk and was putting his face inside.
“Be crazy beautifully, even if you’re crazy. Huh? How should I report this?”
Without paying any attention, he pulled various miscellaneous items occupying the trunk. It would be fortunate if that’s all, but like a madman, he threw them to the ground and pressed a button hidden on the floor. As a result, the secret door opened, revealing two neatly arranged guns and round metal objects.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
