주한 and 소민 were oiling the Ash dining table and chair set, scheduled for delivery tomorrow, when they looked towards the staircase. Jaerim, placing coffee and snacks next to the workbench, exclaimed excitedly.
“Manager! Ms. Somin! Choi Yoonbin! You know the actor Choi Yoonbin, right?”
“I don’t know him.”
Somin replied nonchalantly. Jaerim hesitated.
“Really…? Oh, right, Ms. Somin doesn’t watch TV much. But how can you not know Choi Yoonbin?”
“I might recognize his face if he’s famous, but I don’t really know the name.”
“Haha, right. Anyway, Manager, you know him, don’t you?”
“Yeah. But why all of a sudden?”
“He’s here at our store now! He seems to be close with Manager Sun. He even had his manager buy coffee and stuff, and they went up to the office together.”
“What?”
A thin wrinkle formed on Juhan’s forehead. Jaerim sipped his coffee and muttered.
“It’s strange. How do they know each other?”
Juhan replied in passing.
“He said they used to live in the same neighborhood when they were kids.”
“So, a neighborhood older brother? Wow.”
Somin, watching Jaerim marvel, tilted her head.
“But Jaerim, didn’t you say you often saw celebrities and models when you worked in fashion? Is it still that surprising?”
“It’s just seeing them, but it’s the first time I’ve seen someone I know be friends with them. And honestly, I was only internally amazed when I saw other famous people, but Choi Yoonbin is different. He looks different in person than on camera. Even more handsome.”
Jaerim, seeming ready to continue chatting, suddenly realized no one else was on the first floor and quickly went upstairs.
Somin, picking up the coffee, said, “I’ll enjoy this.”
Juhan, carelessly placing his work gloves down, swallowed a shallow sigh.
Yoonbin was also someone Juhan knew. Not close, but just an acquaintance of Eunsu.
Always busy, so not often meeting, but whenever they did, Juhan felt a peculiar nervousness.
A man who met Eunsu before him.
The man Eunsu freely called ‘Oppa,’ almost the only one.
It was childish, but inevitable. Of course, he knew better than anyone that he had no right to be concerned about it.
“Manager, aren’t you drinking your coffee?”
Somin asked, looking at Juhan standing like a pole. Juhan, picking up his gloves again, replied.
“Suddenly lost my taste for it. If it’s okay, have both cups.”
Somin smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Is the drama shooting all done?”
Eunsu, holding coffee, stood next to Yoonbin in the second-floor showroom.
“Almost done. Finished all the important shoots, just need to wrap up.”
“You’ve been busy without proper rest since your discharge.”
“Feels a bit better getting comforted like this.”
Yoonbin smiled, as if melting.
Eunsu was amazed anew. Familiar with his face for so long, but sometimes still surprised. Realizing that a person who looks like this is an entertainer, that a handsome sixteen-year-old is also handsome at twenty and thirty.
“I came to see you, but also needed some things.”
“Oh? Like what?”
Yoonbin, looking seriously around the showroom, replied.
“Thinking of bringing in a lounge chair. I’ll be resting at home for a while after the drama. Also need a big table for the living room and something usable as a bookshelf. Got invited to a reality show that films my house, so I need to prepare.”
“They’re filming your house?”
“Yeah. But it’s quite bare right now. So, recommend something pretty.”
So, the items taken from here might appear on TV?
The thought of a more famous celebrity than Go Jiyeon, stopping by , then saying ‘I’ll take everything from here to here,’ and spreading the news through their own SNS… Could this fantasy become reality?
Eunsu’s face brightened.
“Then, Oppa, shall we go this way?”
Eunsu led Yoonbin deeper into the showroom. While the first-floor showroom featured chairs and relatively accessible, casual furniture, the second floor displayed more artistic or hard-to-find pieces.
“This lounge chair was made in the 1970s, inspired by 18th-century French furniture. It’s still produced in an Italian factory, but the vintage ones are more popular due to unique details from the original design.”
Yoonbin, admiring the simple design of the steel frame and black leather, and the size that seemed ample even when stretching out, nodded in approval. Eunsu pointed to another chair.
“This is the Siesta Chair designed in 1965 by my favorite designer. It has a mahogany wood frame.”
Eunsu, insisting that one must sit in a chair to ensure it’s comfortable, urged Yoonbin to take a seat, continuing her explanation.
“The leather is original and in great condition. The folding parts are well-worn without any damage.”
“Really. It’s so soft.”
Yoonbin smiled at Eunsu while sitting in the chair.
“It suits you, Eunsu.”
“What does?”
“Working here. You look happy.”
Eunsu smiled back.
“Glad it seems that way. But you, you really match that chair right now.”
The cognac-colored chair, seemingly luxurious at first glance, could easily have looked more expensive than the person sitting in it.
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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