“And as a dermatologist, let me tell you, sister… You don’t need Botox or anything. Just a bit of shine to your damaged hair, a vibrant lipstick on your naturally pale skin, and a little makeover would do wonders.”
“Because I, Kim Chae-Won, am living proof of that.”
Since her belongings would be discarded if not collected by today, Chae-Won decided she needed to retrieve them.
“I’ll take care of your things, now it’s just you and me.”
One day, she saw her long-unseen father marked as deceased in some paperwork, and a month later, her mother’s name was also crossed out after an accidental death.
“But you, with the same face as mine, you didn’t live foolishly, did you?”
She still remembered the harsh voice of Hee-Joo’s husband.
Given Hee-Joo’s gentler nature compared to herself, it seemed unlikely she stood up to him.
“What kind of man did you marry and how did you live? I should see this guy’s face myself.”
What exactly happened…
“I’ll be back… And you, sister, you need to open your eyes by then.”
Seeing her like this, lying down with the same face as hers, was the worst.
Standing up, Chae-Won donned her jacket and picked up her sparkling clutch bag.
After ringing the bell several times without a response, Chae-Won stepped out into the bright light of a streetlamp to recheck the address. It was definitely correct.
Looking at the two-story house, Chae-Won tilted her head in puzzlement.
“It doesn’t look like they’re struggling financially.”
She hadn’t thought Hee-Joo was well off due to her unadorned appearance when they first met.
Seeing a valuable house in a pricey neighborhood was surprising, making Hee-Joo’s unembellished look even more puzzling.
As she grumbled in dissatisfaction, her phone rang.
[Blind Date Man Choi Yoo-Gun]
Chae-Won’s eyes widened as she glanced at the phone.
“Oops. The blind date!”
Choi Yoo-Gun, the grandson of a business associate of James, her stepfather.
A casual remark had led to an arrangement to meet, not necessarily for dating, but as a formality requested by her stepfather James.
In her panic from the call from the hospital, she had completely forgotten about the arranged meeting.
Could he still be waiting?
Panicked by the call from the hospital, Chae-Won had completely forgotten the promise to meet him.
He couldn’t have been waiting all this time, could he?
“I’m sorry, Choi Yoo-Gun. Something urgent came up… Have you been waiting long?” Chae-Won quickly apologized as soon as she answered.
“Hey. Kim Hee-Joo. What’s with you?”
Startled by the sharp voice, Chae-Won turned to see a man in a shirt, holding a convenience store plastic bag, looking at her askance.
Recognizing him as No Jae-Min from his way of speaking, Chae-Won fixed her gaze on him and said, “Sorry, I need to make another call.”
After ending the call, Chae-Won found herself face to face with Jae-Min, who had approached her in the meantime.
Dressed in a body-hugging black dress with a beige jacket, stiletto heels, and a clutch bag adorned with sparkling rings on her hand, Chae-Won was slowly being scrutinized by Jae-Min’s eyes.
“Hey, you…”
As he looked at her long, well-kept brown hair, red lips, and elegant posture, his expression turned from stunned to twisted.
“What’s with you? Where’s your glasses… And where did you get these clothes, did you do something with your hair? This bag, it’s designer… No, it can’t be, where’d you get a fake like this?”
A fake?
Chae-Won chuckled to herself.
It was clear he mistook her for her twin Hee-Joo, but even so, assuming the designer bag was fake indicated how much Hee-Joo had been underestimated by him.
Deciding it wasn’t the right time to reveal Hee-Joo’s condition to this disrespectful man, Chae-Won asked, “Where’s the luggage? I came to collect it.”
Surprised by her formal speech, Jae-Min looked at her strangely, then scoffed.
“Ah, I get it. You’re trying to sever ties with formal speech now? So, you’re coming to the court tomorrow, right?”
Chae-Won stared at Jae-Min.
His tanned skin, large eyes, and relatively handsome features didn’t reflect his apparent stupidity. How could he not realize the woman in front of him wasn’t his wife?
“Where’s the luggage?”
Jae-Min blinked at her changed appearance, confused, but soon led the way with a sour expression.
“I see what you’re trying to do, just take your things and go. Don’t drag this out.”
As Chae-Won followed him inside, a middle-aged woman emerged, stretching.
“I should’ve asked for beer and squid too… Oh, what the…?”
The woman, startled, came closer, her expression turning sour.
“You left home and went crazy? What’s with this getup? And where did this bag come from?”
She grabbed Chae-Won’s bag and looked up sharply.
“Did you steal our card? Where did you get the money for this? You used to live on an allowance, where would you get the money for this? Where did you throw your glasses?”
Was this the reaction Hee-Joo would get for just a bag? Chae-Won wondered why such a fuss over a mere bag.
“Look at me when I’m talking! Aren’t you going to answer properly? You stole this, didn’t you?”
Ignoring her, Chae-Won looked around the spacious living room as if touring the house.
“Hey, aren’t you going to answer? Your mother-in-law is asking you!”
“What mother-in-law if you’re getting divorced.”
Muttering indifferently, Chae-Won’s words left Jae-Min and the woman gaping.
“What did you just say?”
“I said, what mother-in-law if you’re getting divorced. Is that not clear?”
“Oh my, oh my, crazy! Hey!”
Chae-Won stepped aside, avoiding Yeong-Ja’s attempt to push her.
“Oh my, oh my! Oh no!”
Failing to grab anything, Yeong-Ja fell over on her own and clutched her head, which hadn’t even been hit.
“Oh my head. Oh, what’s happening?”
“Mom, are you okay?”
“No, son, Lawyer Noh! I think she’s gone mad! She’s getting all sassy with her mother-in-law since it’s the last time!”
Yeong-Ja, helped up by Jae-Min, soon saw him approach Chae-Won with an angry expression.
“Have you lost your mind? After leaving home, did you go out and hit your head or something? Stop clinging and just sign the divorce papers, I want this over with!”
Chae-Won, sitting on the wide fabric sofa and crossing her legs, said nonchalantly.
“Should I do it, or not.”
“Hey!”
Chae-Won chuckled and looked around the house, which reeked of melodrama.
This was Hee-Joo’s decision to make after all.
“I’m putting the divorce on hold.”
“What?”
But Hee-Joo seemed to have lived even more foolishly than expected.
Having the same face and receiving such treatment, Chae-Won wished she could sue for defamation if possible.
“I’ll teach you how to spot real luxury goods for now.”
Until Hee-Joo wakes up, she thought of restoring her tarnished image a bit.
“If you’re so wronged, wake up quickly, Kim Hee-Joo.”
“What… what are you saying?”
Jae-Min frowned, watching Chae-Won’s faint smile.
“It seems like you can’t tell real from fake.”
Chae-Won slightly shook her designer clutch bag and added,
“I’m looking forward to working with you, darling.”
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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