“I held the reins too tightly. It’s been a long time.”
Eun Chae hurriedly mumbled, pulling her caught hand away. As hastily as she spoke, she couldn’t complete the sentence properly and it was cut off abruptly. It felt as if she was making an embarrassing excuse, which was quite flustering.
“Do you want to race? It would be fun if we bet.”
He asked so nonchalantly that Eun Chae seemed to regain her composure.
“I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
At his reply, Eun Chae genuinely looked surprised.
“You’re not good at something?”
“Do you have any other hobbies? For your information, I’m terrible at playing instruments.”
Eun Chae seemed to ponder for a moment before responding.
“Shooting.”
Instead of asking if she was serious, Ki Joo raised an eyebrow. Eun Chae added more.
“It’s fun. I would have done it more often if people didn’t make a big fuss saying women shouldn’t have such a rough hobby. I did it secretly, though.”
It was obvious that ‘those people’ were referring to Chairman Song Myung Hwan. He was always one to define the virtues of women and men separately, an old fashioned man.
“Damn.”
Ki Joo said regretfully.
“We should do it right now.”
Saying so, he stared at Eun Chae. Instead of asking why he was looking at her in such a discomforting manner, she led the way.
As before, they got along well because they both had similar quirks.
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While aiming lightly at the target, a chuckle escaped from Ki Joo. He quickly glanced to the side while raising an eyebrow.
He saw the profile of Song Eun Chae, her hair tied up high.
From her forehead to her nose, lips, and chin, her sleek line and slender neck seemed as if she would faint at the sound of a gunshot, let alone the shooting itself. However, wearing a headset, protective glasses, and bulletproof vest, she looked quite impressive.
The way she held the trigger and grip while aiming was stable, even for an amateur.
Feeling his gaze, Eun Chae narrowed her eyes and spoke.
“The winner chooses the bet.”
The woman who had bet, won, and had slapped Han Seung Yoon looked confident.
Ki Joo nodded along as if reluctantly agreeing. Eun Chae shot him a glare, which didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. He pretended not to notice and kept his gaze straight ahead.
Soon, tension filled Eun Chae’s face. A gunshot was heard. When he sensed a subtle change in the atmosphere and looked at her, her expression had changed. It had shifted from tension to excitement.
Perhaps it was similar to when she was riding a horse at full speed.
While Ki Joo watched with interest, she raised her Glock 19 without hesitation. She held her breath and stared at the target before pulling the trigger with force.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Nine points, eight points, seven points.
He had guessed that her pose was decent but her scores were disappointing. Ki Joo watched Eun Chae’s shooting with a fascinated expression.
Just when he thought there were no hits, the last bullet she fired after holding her breath for about three seconds hit ten points.
With a victorious smile, she gently put down the Glock 19 and looked at Ki Joo. As if to say, can you ignore this now?
“You’re good.”
He said, shrugging one shoulder. It was definitely a compliment, but it sounded strangely odd. Her ears felt hot.
“It’s nervewracking.”
Enough. Eun Chae wanted to say so but instead, she turned her eyes away abruptly. She blamed the abnormal temperature in her ears on the unfortunate headset and hit it with her hand.
Meanwhile, Ki Joo took his position in front of the target. His posture was textbook, even to Eun Chae’s eyes, who had received private coaching from a proficient shooting instructor.
It wasn’t just that. He seemed full of spirit just by taking his position. Maybe it was because he was holding a gun, or maybe because his face already carried a sinister aura. She swallowed dryly at the overpowering feeling she couldn’t quite understand.
Was it too ambitious of her to think she could win a shooting match against a bodyguard?
While Eun Chae belatedly realized the reality, a gunshot was heard. He had pulled the trigger. She wondered if his skills were incomparable. Half out of concern and half out of curiosity, Eun Chae’s eyes went straight to the target.
Meanwhile, his shooting didn’t stop.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
It was a tremendous speed that didn’t seem careful at all. Even so, the scores were ten points, ten points, ten points, ten points….
Eun Chae, who had ambitiously hoped to defeat Kwon Ki Joo as well, could only stare with a shocked face.
In the meantime, Ki Joo reloaded his revolver with bullets as if it had run out. He pulled the hammer and fired, pulled and fired again. It was an unbelievable skill, even to the naked eye.
The fact that he could handle a real revolver used by the police so skillfully was indeed a bizarre thing.
When she glared at him, he paused for about 1 to 3 seconds in between shots. Only then did a perfect 9 and 8 points come out. It was obvious he intentionally missed. This was a greater humiliation than simply losing.
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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