The two entered the kitchen and sat opposite each other at the dining table.
Hyun-woo warmed up a creamy soup with clams for Sori, who seemed peckish.
“You didn’t have much for dinner. Eat this before you sleep.”
He seemed to have been concerned about only having offered her kimbap in the lab.
After tasting the warm soup, Sori felt both her body and heart warming up.
“Is it good?”
“Yes, it’s smooth and tasty.”
However, it wasn’t the soup in front of her that excited Sori, but the couple’s play they had agreed to earlier.
Her mind was filled with thoughts about playing house with him, something she never imagined doing with him.
With sparkling eyes, Sori looked directly at Hyun-woo and asked, “But Professor, how will we play house?”
“How?”
“Yes, you’ve never played that before, have you?”
It was a thoughtlessly made suggestion by Hyun-woo, thinking if it made Sori feel more comfortable, it wouldn’t be too bad.
But now, Sori was looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.
He looked back at those expectant eyes and said nonchalantly, “The moment the owls faced each other, I ceased to be the professor at the hospital.”
Sori nodded and took another spoonful of soup.
It seemed like a sign for her to relax and be more casual around him.
However, the couple’s play she had in mind wasn’t quite like that.
Sori decided to push the envelope while she was at it.
“Then, does it mean you’ll give me a kiss when you come home?”
Chuckling, Hyun-woo, who was drinking water, was caught off guard and coughed lightly.
Sori’s large, innocent eyes blinked slowly, looking at him as if to say, “Isn’t that what couple’s play is about?”
“Anyway, since it’s a play, I’ll try to make it fun. Professor.”
Before Hyun-woo could respond with his usual sharp refusal, Sori firmly made her point.
Blushing deeply, Sori lowered her gaze back to her soup bowl.
Then she started to eat the soup a bit faster, her lips moving slightly with each spoonful.
“Yoo Sori, you…”
Hyun-woo, with his eyes narrowed, watched her, his brows gradually coming together.
“This doesn’t really feel like a dorm with a strict housemaster, does it?”
“It really does!”
Briefly casting away any hesitation, she asked in a more spirited tone, “Then what should we call each other during the play?”
“…?!”
Hyun-woo felt as though he was getting a bit entangled in this, wondering if it was just his imagination.
“It would be better to use a nickname more fitting for a couple than ‘Professor’, right?”
“Do whatever you like. It’s not like I was always your professor to begin with.”
“Recently, ‘Professor’ has been coming more naturally to me. But in the spirit of trying, I’ll give it some careful thought.”
“If you call me something weird, it’s canceled immediately.”
With a warning about anything too cheesy, he stood up to clear the finished dishes.
Sori watched his sturdy back and found herself unexpectedly flustered by this new and exciting conundrum.
What should she call him?
Then she, blushing like a teenager, shivered at her own thoughts.
Just thinking about it made her cringe.
The next day.
VVIP Ward.
Sori had been in a good mood until that morning.
No, even until she was called back to this place, she was quite excited about the previous night’s events.
But then.
Crash!
A cup shattered on the floor, scattering fragments everywhere. In an instant, the room was again in a dreadful state, just like yesterday.
It was the same pattern. Sori had poured water for Cha Na Jung as requested, only for Na Jung to throw the half-drunk cup of water against the wall.
While Sori had screamed in shock yesterday, today she remained composed.
What could be the reason for this woman’s behavior? Sori was left only with growing doubts.
A nurse, startled by the dull sound of the glass hitting the wall, hurriedly opened the door and entered.
“Doctor, are you okay?”
“What are you doing here? Get out, it’s noisy.”
Na Jung glared fiercely at the nurse who had rushed in.
There’s a limit to being audacious. A moment of disdain flashed in the nurse’s eyes.
“I’ll clean up here, please go out. Don’t worry.”
Worried that the situation might escalate, Sori reassured the nurse and sent her out.
The nurse exchanged a worried look with Sori before leaving the room.
Sori crouched down and started picking up the broken glass pieces, putting them in a plastic bin. With a resigned tone, she said, “If you’re frustrated, you should speak up. It’s problematic if you keep showing violent behavior like this.”
Cha Na Jung, sitting on the bed, looked down at Sori with a mocking smile.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
Despite being blatantly ignored and provoked, Sori didn’t lose her temper.
Her calm tone only irritated Na Jung more.
However, in her opinion, humans don’t have infinite patience.
She thought Sori would soon show her true colors. Let’s see how long and how much she can endure. Surely, she’s just a fox wearing a sheep’s skin, especially around Seo Hyun Woo.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
