Seung Yoon haphazardly parked his sports car, used solely for personal purposes, in the garage and hurriedly got out.
He had never dreamed that his father, Han Ji Chang, would call him on a weekday evening. He had left work far earlier than his regular quitting time, booked a room, and was thoroughly enjoying himself when he was quite literally struck by a bolt from the blue.
The secretary who had been waiting in front of the main gate, Jeong Min Jae, hurriedly ran to the garage. Like a butler, he was carrying a shirt, tie, and jacket on his arm.
Having thrown off his satin jacket and flashy shirt, Seung Yoon snatched the shirt from Jeong Min Jae’s arm, slipped his arm through it, and showed signs of irritation.
“What wind blew to make that disaster of a construction boss suddenly want to have dinner together?”
Intermittently mixing in curses, the irritation that was shown was bound to spark off onto the secretary in no time.
“Shouldn’t you check these things in advance and report them? Huh? Is this the extent of Secretary Jeong’s capabilities?”
Seung Yoon expertly fixed the knot of his tie once more. Influenced by his father, who pursued perfection in everything, he had firmly established the habit of being fully prepared before appearing in front of anyone.
“I apologize. I too just suddenly received the news that your dinner with the assemblyman was cancelled…”
“Is that what you call an excuse… Ha, fine. We’ll see about this.”
Seung Yoon snatched his jacket at the last moment and left the garage.
Because of the conservative family atmosphere, he couldn’t even listen to music to his liking.
There was no choice but to secretly indulge from behind. Seung Yoon hid the decadent scent buried from the club with perfume and went inside. Even then, he didn’t forget to tuck in the shirt that was sticking out from the waistline of his pants.
His mother, Jeon Su Kyung, who had been worried about her son due to his lack of communication, visibly brightened upon seeing Seung Yoon.
“Seung Yoon is here.”
At those words, Han Ji Chang, who was just about to lift his spoon, lifted his awkward face. Jeon Su Kyung warmly stroked the nape of her neck and touched Seung Yoon’s shoulder as he walked in.
“Why are you so late? Are you doing all the company work alone?”
“There were backtoback meetings.”
Seung Yoon shrugged his shoulders with his words. Han Ji Chang gave him a unique stern look, looked him up and down, and left a single word.
“The perfume of a man who works in a company is strong. Change it.”
Seung Yoon’s face momentarily hardened, but he soon relaxed.
“Yes.”
“Now is that perfume a big deal?”
Jeon Su Kyung interrupted with a loud voice.
“There were three articles about the D One Group this morning alone.”
“It’s inevitable gossip, as we’ll soon be inlaws.”
Various things were said about Song, the chairman, regarding the political marriage.
Such suspicions could be covered up. More than anything, there was a decision to bear the risk and proceed with the wedding while preparing for it. The problem was something else.
“If you’re conscious of other people’s eyes, you should improve your relationship with your fiancée first.”
Seung Yoon, who was about to scoop a spoonful of rice into his drying mouth, stiffened at that. It felt like he was chewing on sand instead of rice.
“Chairman Song, that man has a lot of things to hide. There are rumors that the funds for his business came from Song Eun Chae’s mother.”
“What nonsense… If that were the case, he wouldn’t be so flatly submissive…”
When Seung Yoon refuted with a tone that subtly belittled her, Han Ji Chang gave him a strict look. Then Seung Yoon promptly closed his mouth.
“Even if that’s not the case, Chairman Song’s only child is her. If she decides not to marry and protests, it’s only a matter of time before the wedding is postponed. At least pretend to please her.”
“Do I have that much of a flaw…”
Seung Yoon tried to wiggle out like a snake, but Han Ji Chang wouldn’t let it go.
“First, clean up the women around you. Don’t give off a foul smell.”
“….”
“She is different in quality from the women you hang out with. She’s not fussy, and that’s enough.”
At that moment, Seung Yoon’s appetite completely dropped. It was his father who had been rigorously calculating in this marriage. Yet, it seemed Song Eun Chae had quite taken his fancy. Exceptionally.
She was different indeed. From the very beginning, she seemed not to hold any expectations towards him, as evident from her extremely calm attitude. Moreover, despite providing discomfort and grabbing her weaknesses through his issues with women, there wasn’t a single crack in her dignity.
There were countless princesses of the same status who knew nothing of the world. Occasionally, there were women who took pride in living without the special privileges of their unique backgrounds, but those were usually mere delusions.
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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