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“I was excited to send the friend away.”
That brief remark encapsulated all of Dajeong’s feelings. How could he not know? Promises and memories, expectations, and excitement – all were planted in Dajeong by Jaeho. He had filled her with immense happiness the night before, whispering in her ear like a song as she fell asleep.
Jaeho opened his mouth with a low voice.
“I know. I’m sorry. I was the one who suggested leaving first.”
“…”
“It’s not an excuse, but I had a guest.”
“?”
“They called me out of the blue, right to my doorstep. I wanted to avoid an awkward situation.”
“Ah… a guest.”
“I wanted you to stay out of sight for a while. I’m sorry I couldn’t think of a better solution.”
“…”
“I’m sorry for treating our plans as if they were nothing.”
Each word of his apology flew like an arrow.
“Then, you should have said that, why…”
Her long-suppressed feelings were gently soothed by Jaeho, and tears suddenly burst forth. The hot lump that had been choking her all day finally subsided. Dajeong lowered her head, feeling foolish.
She wanted to stop. She feared he might think she was being overly sensitive over a trivial matter. The flower exhibition was something they could attend anytime, and Jaeho had his own circumstances to consider. It wasn’t a big deal.
But she had been too expectant, too disappointed.
The selfish desire to receive every apology while not even defining their relationship clearly embarrassed her.
Jaeho, who had been silently watching the bowed Dajeong, spoke softly into the back of her head.
“That’s why I’m apologizing. Look up, please.”
“No.”
“Then, I’ll leave.”
Jaeho bent down to Dajeong’s height, his gaze reaching down to her face, and his lips found hers. Their gentle breaths mingled as their lips touched. Dajeong, startled, raised her head.
“What are you, doing…!”
“Apologizing.”
Jaeho cupped her tear-stained cheeks with his hands, soothingly.
“Why are you crying?”
His palms felt too hot, and she couldn’t question his sudden kiss further.
“I didn’t cry.”
She replied petulantly. Jaeho chuckled and kissed her again lightly.
“Then what’s this water?”
“Saliva.”
Jaeho laughed heartily, stepping closer and tenderly holding her face to meet his gaze.
“Okay, that saliva. Let me taste it.”
He leaned down directly, capturing Dajeong’s lips more boldly. Unable to withstand his weight, she stepped back.
Just as she was about to hit the wall, Jaeho wrapped an arm around her waist. His natural touch effortlessly melted her into his embrace.
Their breaths and saliva tangled messily.
“The apology can be a bit long.”
Their trivial lovers’ quarrel ended absurdly.
“A hospital nurse?”
Busy with the final stages of filming, O Chaewon took a moment to hop into her van. Kim Young-hoon, her team leader, quickly passed her a tablet. She perused the documents with narrowed eyes, expressionless.
Her gaze lingered on the resume photo labeled . She thought the face was quite pretty but didn’t voice this thought.
“Just a nobody.”
She sipped the tea passed by the stylist, swiping through the documents.
“Oh wow. A fan club manager… Oh, and an orphan? No money, no parents, practically. And a mother lying unconscious.”
“…”
“Hm.”
“…”
Suddenly, O Chaewon burst into laughter.
“Wow. Jaeho is smart, isn’t he?”
She drank more tea while turning on a neck massager.
“What do you think, Team Leader? Isn’t it interesting?”
“I’m not sure what aspect you mean…”
“Perfect for a fling and then discarding.”
“Ah.”
Kim Young-hoon nodded, understanding what O Chaewon was suggesting. She continued with enthusiasm.
“Among my fans, choose a pretty one, call them to the countryside, have fun, then ditch them. Better than being spotted at Seoul hotels, right? These types are tight-lipped too. They’ll protect their favorite celebrity.”
“…”
“It seems like his style to play with women like this. Very careful. If she’s this poor, just tossing her a bag when it’s over would keep her quiet for life.”
O Chaewon thought of the man who dominated the film set with his noble presence. Unapproachably unique, he never lost his temper despite grueling shoots, always polite with a socially acceptable smile. Jaeho, every inch a prince.
Which woman wouldn’t fall for him if he showed interest and suggested a secret rendezvous? She herself might have abandoned everything to follow him.
Suddenly, irritation surged. This woman, how thrilled she must be. How happy she is right now. Jealously grinding her teeth, she continued more cheerfully.
“One needs a place to satisfy desires. I get it. A woman not even worth worrying about. So, how many toys has he had before her?”
O Chaewon asked bluntly. Kim Young-hoon answered without any disturbance.
“As far as I’ve checked, she’s the first.”
O Chaewon’s eyebrows twitched at the unexpected response. First? It made no sense. She would have been more comfortable if it were the tenth or twentieth.
“First?”
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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