A spectrum of emotions could be felt from her big eyes, which looked like halfmoons when she smiled.
They exchanged gazes for about thirty seconds.
Suddenly, the woman turned around, her lips curling downward. Her bright, wavy, brown hair rippled like waves.
Eun Chae saw the woman approach Director Kim, who was hosting the event, and cross her arms. Judging by her lip movements as she called him ‘Dad’, she seemed to be his daughter.
Shortly after, Director Kim ascended the stage. He started his scripted speech with a word of thanks to the invited guests.
Eun Chae politely listened to his speech before finally heading to the restroom, unfortunately running into the woman.
Eun Chae washed her hands in the sink next to the one the woman was using. When she inadvertently looked up, she saw the woman glancing at her through the mirror.
She expressed hostility by biting her lip. It was rather annoying.
“Hello.”
Eun Chae made the first move. Her calm and quiet voice echoed faintly in the restroom.
The woman seemed surprised, as if she didn’t expect Eun Chae to strike a conversation, but she replied with a sweet face nonetheless.
“Oh, hello.”
Eun Chae offered a light smile before quickly finishing up and turning around. The woman hurriedly added something as Eun Chae was about to leave.
“Director Kim has a large art collection, doesn’t he? You’re a classics major, so you must be interested in art too.”
Eun Chae turned back to look at the woman.
“How do you know about my major?”
The woman shrugged.
“Director Kim is actually my father. I know the attendees well enough.”
She wouldn’t have known the occupations of all attendees in detail.
Eun Chae didn’t bother to point out this fact.
“I see.”
The woman stiffened her face, perhaps offended by Eun Chae’s disinterested reply. Her nails, adorned with extravagant decorations, pressed hard against the marble sink. Eun Chae wondered if she would end up breaking a nail and asked,
“Do you have something to say?”
At that, the woman’s gaze fell on Eun Chae’s ringed finger. She then laughed and deliberately showed off the ring on her own finger while drying her hands with a tissue. Eun Chae’s ring and the woman’s ring were from the same brand.
“You’re getting married, I presume.”
The woman seemed more confident now.
“Yes.”
Eun Chae responded simply and laughed. The woman’s intentions were so transparent, it was almost ridiculous.
“Is that from Han Seung Yoon?”
The woman’s face turned grave at the remark.
“Why are you surprised? You flaunted it because you wanted me to know, didn’t you?”
Eun Chae looked at the woman nonchalantly. It didn’t matter to her whether her fiancé had a mistress or not. Their relationship wouldn’t change even if it continued after marriage.
Unless the woman dared to cross a line.
Eun Chae had no intention of competing over Han Seung Yoon, especially not with this foolish woman who was attempting to label herself as the other woman.
Looking at the diamond ring that took up her finger under the light, Eun Chae murmured,
“I thought he gave it to you as an insult, but it seems he really has no taste.”
Tutting as if it was disappointing, the woman raised her voice.
“Hey, did you know who I am from the start?”
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t know if I wanted to.”
Taken aback by the ominous remark, the woman swallowed. Eun Chae looked her up and down and said,
“Feel free to keep seeing Han Seung Yoon. I don’t mind.”
The woman, who had paused for a moment, twirled her hair and smiled.
“Be careful, you might get dumped.”
“Exactly what I want. Do you think you’re capable of that?”
“What did you say?”
“If you can’t manage to break us up, you’ll be labelled a mistress next. Try harder, So Hee.”
Eun Chae finished elegantly and turned around. The woman shouted loudly enough to echo outside the restroom.
“Hey!”
Eun Chae shrugged her shoulders. She was forced to realize that Han Seung Yoon was involved with someone as shameless as her. A wave of fatigue hit her.
She raised her head. Her vision spun before slowly focusing. She saw a tall man pushing open the doors of the grand hall.
Eun Chae was on the verge of narrowing her eyes when she stopped midway. It was the unusual silhouette of the man approaching slowly that revealed he was Kwon Ki Joo.
He strode closer. Ki Joo’s expression and demeanor were unremarkable. Just that to Eun Chae, Ki Joo was always bold.
Unaffected even by the intense lighting, he walked on, straightening his lean body.
At the event, there were many actors famous for their looks, but Ki Joo’s features were more striking than theirs.
Eun Chae found this point annoying and hurriedly threw a question she wasn’t curious about.
“Where is Han Seung Yoon?”
To this, Ki Joo replied calmly,
“He’s inside.”
He also threw a look that seemed to question why she was asking the obvious. Just when Eun Chae started to feel embarrassed, Kim So Hee emerged from the restroom. She seemed to have no intention of hiding her hostility now. Eun Chae turned away, as if bored.
“Keep that woman away from me.”
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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