“Meeting like this today is fate, isn’t it?”
“……”
Should I give her a name when I can’t even call her? Somehow, my mouth would not open due to an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Da Jeong stared at the child with a complicated heart.
Peachlike rosy cheeks, rather bushy black hair. The child, who looked like an angel, was adorable, even though it was unclear who she resembled.
“Why? Is it difficult?”
“Yes. I don’t know how to name her.”
“Hmm … Then think about your name.”
“My name?”
“Yeah. Did your mom and dad ever tell you why they named you Da Jeong?”
“……”
They named me Da Jeong because they wished there were more people in the world who are affectionate. When I questioned, saying where is it so simple to name that way, and do you know how much kids tease me about it?
It was a memory that was as faded as the yellowed pages of a book. Da Jeong gave a small chuckle and looked back at the child. The little hand was twitching, as if trying to grab something.
Suddenly, as if enchanted by something, her mouth slowly opened.
“……Hope. Cha Hope.”
“Hope? It’s a good name. Look at her, she seems to like it.”
Tae Sang smiled with satisfaction as he watched the baby’s mouth moving.
“She seems to understand.”
“Of course, they understand everything.”
Da Jeong’s heart solidified as she looked at the gentle smile of Director Tae Sang.
Now that she had hope to protect, she couldn’t just sit and wait to evacuate. Da Jeong imprinted the image of Tae Sang and Hope into her eyes, and rose from her seat.
“I’m sorry, but I have to leave early today.”
“Why? You said you would stay a bit longer.”
“I just got a call saying my schedule changed. I have an early morning flight tomorrow, so I need to go home early and rest.”
“What kind of company makes you work without any breaks…….”
“You’re right. Dad, I’ll come back later.”
“Alright. Send my regards to Young Jin as well.”
“Yes!”
As she left the director’s office, a bright smile spread across Da Jeong’s face.
In the afternoon when the heavy sunlight was pouring in, a silent office resonated with a monotone voice.
Reports with numbers in billions and trillions casually appearing. It was enough to give one cold feet, but Tae Sang’s voice, continuing his words, did not waver.
“As you may have already received the report, our operating profit has increased by 7.2% compared to the same period last year. The revenue ratio in the passenger sector is not significantly different, but in cargo……”
It was a time like a polite social dance, hiding one’s feelings. However, with Tae Sang mentioning ‘having received the report,’ Chairman Cha could no longer pretend to not know.
“Ahem……”
He looked at Tae Sang with an expression as if he had chewed a bitter fruit.
“Do you want me to continue with the report that you already know all about?”
“Are you still angry?”
“What’s there to get angry about while reporting on performance.”
“……”
The moment he admitted he called him for another matter, the obstinate grandson would obviously storm out. But he couldn’t waste time spinning around him either.
After some consideration, Chairman Cha chose a strategy of taking a step back for now.
“So, what happened with the alliance with Malaysian Airlines?”
“They accepted all our conditions. We decided to modify and transfer three Boeing Dreamliners.”
“Since you took charge, things are getting done quicker. That’s good. But……”
Chairman Cha took a slow sip of his chrysanthemum tea, preparing to move on to the main topic. Tae Sang, picking up on this, glanced at his wristwatch and spoke.
“If you have further questions, I’ll submit a report. I have a meeting to attend, so I’ll be going.”
“Wait a moment.”
“Is this about work?”
“If I say no, will you leave?”
“Yes.”
Chairman Cha clicked his tongue at the firm response that was as cold as January frost.
Tae Sang had been a selfassertive grandson since he was young. He expected that he wouldn’t be easy to control once he grew up, but he didn’t anticipate him becoming this tough.
In the past, he would have said something with the authority of a grandfather.
But now, because of the past incidents, such as the arranged marriage, he had lost his ability to admonish Tae Sang. The chairman, who had been endlessly sipping yellow tea, decided to confront him headon.
“Alright. The work report was an excuse. It’s so hard to see my grandson that I had no choice but to resort to this low tactic.”
“If you have something to say, you can convey it through Secretary Kim.”
“Why involve secretaries?”
“Then leave your message on the internal messenger.”
Tae Sang, who seemed ready to leave, adjusted his jacket button and straightened his clothes. Chairman Cha sat up straight and quickly spoke.
“Do you really think it won’t work with Mi Yeon?”
“That matter has been settled.”
“Didn’t you consider Mi Yeon’s position?”
“That’s why I made it look like she broke off the engagement.”
“Well, that’s quite something to brag about. Do you know the rumors that are circulating because of that?”
“I know.”
“……”
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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