Siyun, tired of the attention from women at every party or gathering he attended, decided to use the elderly lady as a shield today, treating her more respectfully and courteously.
Unsure whether to apologize to the elderly lady or just walk away, Miju quickly approached the man with the cocktail tray.
The man had charismatic eyes, a straight nose extending from his forehead, and a sharp jawline reminiscent of a rookie actor. For a moment, Miju thought he had a really handsome face.
The man, picking up a fresh cocktail, thanked Miju with a brief nod and offered the glass to the lady.
The lady gave Miju a kind smile. It was an elegant gesture, but also a signal to apologize for the earlier bump and to bend down.
Miju quickly pulled out a napkin from her vest pocket and knelt to wipe the spilled cocktail. However, her movements were awkward with the tray in one hand.
Just as she managed to kneel and was about to wipe up the spill, the standing man bent one leg to kneel beside Miju, matching her eye level, and took the napkin from her hand.
The lady hurriedly tried to stop him, but the man gave her a small smile and then looked at Miju with an indifferent expression.
Despite the elderly lady’s hasty attempt to stop him, the man gave her a small smile and then looked at Miju with an indifferent expression.
In this situation, Miju was the most flustered.
‘Why is a stranger interfering in my job? Everyone is watching!’
Conscious of the surrounding gazes, Miju looked at the man with uncomfortable eyes and gave an awkward, pleading smile.
“It’s my job.”
‘Please, don’t interfere!’
But her inner outcry was unheard. The man’s emotionless, cold gaze lingered on Miju for a moment before turning back to the elderly lady.
“Your shoes have cocktail on them.”
The man unnecessarily took out his handkerchief to wipe the cocktail off her shoes and then neatly cleaned the spilled liquid on the floor with a napkin before standing up.
Miju, who had been kneeling on one knee on the floor, looked up at the towering man as he stood.
A tight skirt and heels, a tray full of cocktail glasses in one hand, and the man, signaling her to stand up with his gaze, made it difficult for Miju to regain her balance.
‘Please, I can’t blush now.’
However, feeling like a performing bear in front of many people, Miju’s face turned red.
Siyun extended the wiped napkin to Miju. His jacket tightened as he stretched out his arm.
Miju reached out to take the damp napkin first. The man then gently pulled her hand, effortlessly helping her to stand and steadying the swaying cocktail tray.
‘Ah, thankfully.’
But before she could even thank him, the man handed her the wet napkin and had already turned away.
“Wow, look at the strength of that man.”
“With that appearance and manners too.”
Around them, women’s eyes shone with admiration towards Siyun, and the elderly lady, suddenly the heroine of the moment, was all smiles and joy.
“Thank you. The party tonight is very lively.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
Siyun, too, started conversing with the surrounding people, as if the server, Miju, was of no concern to him.
He paid no attention to the young and pretty women showing interest in him, only focusing on the elderly lady. This behavior seemed strange to Miju.
‘Could his preference be older or married women?’
Even while refilling cocktail glasses in the kitchen, Miju couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had knelt in front of her.
‘Is he an attention seeker? Why did he have to step in and make things awkward? But, is he Korean?’
So far, Miju hadn’t made any close friends, let alone a boyfriend, juggling between school and part-time jobs. That’s why she felt uneasy about her curiosity towards a black-haired Asian man.
She had deliberately chosen to settle in an area with few Korean expatriates, not wanting to meet Koreans. She always felt burdened by the questions from fellow Koreans.
“When did you come to the U.S.?”
“Which school are you attending?”
“Where did you live in Korea?”
Such questions made Miju, an orphan, uncomfortable around Koreans, but here she was, wondering about a man’s nationality.
Miju sighed deeply, trying to sort out her thoughts, and then carried the tray back into the banquet hall.
“Unnie.”
The little boy who had bumped into her earlier came running up to Miju.
“Unnie, my name is Tim. I’m sorry about bumping into you earlier.”
A mischievous look filled the young boy’s face, but he apologized quite earnestly, causing Miju to let out a soft chuckle.
“It’s okay. You’re so grown-up to apologize like this. Quite the gentleman.”
“Yeah, Tim was told he should apologize.”
“Tim? You mean you?”
“No, the guy who helped earlier. His name is also Tim, just like mine.”
“Ah, so his name was Tim.”
“I’ll be more careful in the future. See you next time.”
The boy cheerfully waved goodbye and trotted away.
‘Even a kid is polite like that, I should at least say thank you.’
Miju scanned the hall, looking for the man named Tim.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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