In the textbook, the contents of the class were written like doodles in the handwriting of an elementary school student. Some parts looked shaky and cut off, probably indicating that it was done during class.
‘…I guess I’ll just have to study separately.’
Since it’s high school level, it’s not as crucial to take notes as it was in college. Yeah.
I smiled cheerfully and closed the textbook.
“What, not gonna look more?”
“Yeah… my head hurts…”
“Well, your head is injured; you shouldn’t study! It’ll hurt more!”
What does that have to do with anything?
“Then I’ll leave the textbook here, so return it later!”
Yoo Hee-na said brightly.
But what if I have the textbook? You’re not planning to attend classes anyway…?
I looked at Yoo Hee-na with eyes that demanded an explanation, but Yoo Hee-na seemed to have lost herself in Sung Ji-chan’s company, and I was not even on her radar.
It seems like Yoo Hee-na will soon come looking for me with her report card, crying again. I shook my head in anticipation of the foreseen future.
“Oh, by the way, Ijueun, when are you getting discharged?”
I pondered for a moment at Yoo Hee-na’s words.
‘Yeah, when am I getting discharged?’
No, before that, who on earth admitted me here?
When thoughts like that started giving me a headache, Sung Ji-chan spoke.
“Since there’s no one to ask you for money, just rest here and get discharged.”
“Huh?”
I asked.
“I don’t have to pay?”
Why not? I’d be lucky if I didn’t have to.
Sung Ji-chan said as if it were obvious.
“This is Sunwoo Jin’s hospital.”
What?
“Really?”
“You didn’t know?”
I nodded.
“He deliberately brought you here; do you think he’d ask for money? Sunwoo Jin will take care of it, so don’t worry.”
I exclaimed in pure admiration.
‘That brat is also rich.’
I already knew from when he moved out of his house during high school, but he really was from a well-off family. Is this the spec of a third-generation chaebol…?
‘Well, Sung Ji-chan might really be from a chaebol family.’
In romance novels, there are many scenarios where the male lead is wealthy to an absurd extent, but still, thinking that Sung Ji-chan might be a real chaebol made it suddenly fascinating.
“Ji-chan.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s be close friends.”
“All of a sudden?”
I decided to make a good impression on Sung Ji-chan, who might become the future chairman.
“But have you contacted your parents?”
Sung Ji-chan asked, and I shook my head.
“No. It’s not that serious, and besides, I won’t go home.”
“But they’ll worry if you don’t go home.”
“They won’t know if I’m not living with them anyway.”
“Not living together?”
Why are you so surprised? I answered casually.
“Sunwoo Jin lives alone too.”
“He’s just weird.”
“So am I.”
Although Sung Ji-chan looked at me with an expression that didn’t believe me at all, I just shrugged. I don’t need to go into detail. It’s not that important of a story.
“Oh, by the way. Have you heard about this? The upcoming sports competition…”
With Yoo Hee-na’s next words, the topic naturally shifted to something else.
Laughing and chatting, time had passed quite a bit.
“Well then, take care! Call me if you’re bored!”
Yoo Hee-na said her goodbyes and went back to her house. Sung Ji-chan also returned to his room.
Finally, only I remained in the hospital room.
“Ah, now I can rest a bit.”
As an introverted person, I needed time to recharge after socializing with people. I lay down on the bed.
‘But… there’s nothing to do.’
Originally, this isn’t a world with smartphones, and my foldable phone, the only one I have, has gone missing amid the chaos.
‘I’m bored.’
Since there were always bustling people around, the rare peace that came now was somewhat comforting but also felt empty.
‘Come to think of it, before the possession, this was my everyday life.’
I don’t know when I got used to crowded places.
I got up from the bed and went to the window. I looked outside. It had become quite dark outside.
‘Maybe I should go out and get some fresh air.’
It seemed nice to just sit on the bench in front without going too far.
‘Alright, let’s go out.’
Determined, I turned around to go out.
At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the hospital room.
‘Who could it be?’
I raised my voice a bit.
“Yes, come in.”
With a creaking sound, the door opened, and someone came in.
I checked the person’s face and was slightly surprised.
“Uh… hello?”
As the person walked in, he looked at me silently.
It was Sunwoo Jin.
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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