The atmosphere in Director Kim’s hospital room is heavy.
Siyun and Miju came to visit from early in the morning, wondering what had happened, only to find out that they had gone to the district office to report their marriage. Although it cannot be confirmed with family relationship certificates or other documents yet, the legal effect of being a married couple is in effect, and Siyun confidently greeted Director Kim.
Director Kim, who hadn’t anticipated such a big event from Siyun, whom he trusted, was speechless.
However, considering Siyun’s conviction and trust in the person he chose and the path he chose, unexpected as it may be, it isn’t surprising.
“Still, I thought you would listen to me a little bit.”
“I thought Grandfather would understand.”
Their words and thoughts clashed. Beside them, Miju could only remain silent, oppressed by the heavy atmosphere.
“Is this related to the position of the Cultural Foundation director?”
“I wanted to protect and promote Father’s paintings, but there were other ways to do it without resorting to this method.”
“Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s right to entrust the foundation work to someone like you.”
“I’ll step down if you ask me to.”
What an easy and simple thing. Despite the clear threat, the two were talking so casually and easily.
Miju, breaking through the two, managed to speak a word with difficulty.
“No, you can’t.”
Director Kim and Siyun looked at Miju.
Whether her voice was too loud or her voice trembled too much at the moment, she seemed to have stood out unexpectedly, but she had to say what she had to say.
“No! If Siyun steps down from the foundation, I’ll quit.”
What is she quitting? Is she going to reject what they just declared after finishing the marriage report? Director Kim looked at Miju with a cool gaze, as if not interested in her prayer.
In response to Miju’s words, Siyun seemed to want to step forward, but Miju had a quite determined expression.
“I can’t block Siyun’s path. Please think about it again.”
Director Kim wanted to see how far Miju would go. Siyun also listened seriously, even though Miju’s words were uneasy.
“Siyun is a highly respected professor and scholar at school. You know he’s also capable of managing the school. He has excellent artistic sensibility to lead the Cultural Foundation.”
When did he know that? Siyun smiled inappropriately against the atmosphere.
“Letting go of such a person in Taehan is a big mistake, even for Director Kim.”
“Oh, really? Then where will you step back?”
Indeed, who would open a path in front of them while unable to take care of themselves? But there was no thought of turning back. Miju was determined too.
“As Mrs. Kim Siyun, and as a human named Choi Miju, I will live. I will not become anyone in Taehan, and I will live without receiving any help.
Fortunately, she did not bring up words like stopping at last night or breaking up, which was a relief.
Miju’s response seemed to please Siyun, as his hand gently pushed in and held Miju’s hand, but Miju quickly withdrew her hand.
However, Siyun’s hand remained on Miju’s thigh. Despite Siyun’s attempt to remove his hand, his hand, which seemed to exert no force, remained attached to Miju’s thigh without a twitch.
Director Kim pretended not to see whether it was a fight of love or a fight of spirits between the two, but how could the sight of them sitting side by side with a low coffee table in between, arguing fiercely, not catch his eye? He cleared his throat loudly, ventilating the surroundings.
“Ahem. Siyun, for the time being, ignore Taehan, and focus only on the Cultural Foundation.”
It was Grandfather’s discipline, a form of dismissal, in regards to the most crucial Taehan affair, but Siyun was composed, and Miju remained uneasy. Feeling something lacking, whether it was her justification or praise toward Siyun, Miju spoke again.
“Siyun’s current offer to come to schools is not limited to one or two places. He is even being asked to come with better conditions… Siyun, don’t just stay silent; say something.”
Perhaps no longer able to withstand the pressure, Miju forcefully grabbed Siyun’s hand, which was resting on her knee. However, it was Director Kim who opened his mouth.
“All right. Continue to live for each other like that. Watch for a while.”
Although his tone was cold, his words left some room for observation. Siyun and Miju, hearing those words, held each other’s hands even tighter.
“Don’t stand out in front of people as Choi Miju, as you said.”
Though it was a cold statement, Miju nodded firmly.
At the Wide Hotel, the school corporation joint meeting, held once every quarter, was in full swing.
The main event, including meetings and luncheons, had ended, and the dinner gathering had begun.
It was a gathering of foundation chairmen, including the chairman of the Foundation for Academic Foundations, and university presidents. Today, the undisputed focus was Director Kim.
Although he recently collapsed, causing concern for everyone, he had recovered safely and resumed his activities.
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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