“Ah!”
Haeyeon, who shouted briefly, quickly bent down to pick up the phone she accidentally dropped from her hand. Unfortunately, it had fallen on the rough brick pavement, leaving a distinct crack on the screen.
Wiping away the moisture on the screen from the drizzling rain since morning, Haeyeon concealed her disappointment and waited for a taxi. Somehow, she didn’t feel like driving today and opted for public transportation.
“To Deungchon-dong, please.”
Seated in the taxi that arrived, Haeyeon tightened her grip on the bag. For today, she had chosen a special dress, and it was the one Doha liked the most.
Beautiful.
When Haeyeon first wore this dress, Doha couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was a clean and elegant trench-style dress, and the belted waist made it even more beautiful.
Until Doha stopped her with a flushed face that day, he couldn’t take his eyes off Haeyeon. Thanks to that, Haeyeon rarely wore it, only occasionally when Doha wanted her to.
Lost in memories for a moment, Haeyeon turned her head and lightly touched her ears, feeling a slight emptiness. The street was dark even though it was still before evening due to the overcast sky, but soon an empty taxi approached and stopped.
“Thank you.”
Getting out of the taxi, Haeyeon opened her umbrella and headed straight to the appointed place. Perhaps due to the odd time, the cafe wasn’t crowded.
“You’re here early.”
As Haeyeon entered, she approached a woman who undeniably revealed her presence. Just like their first meeting, Isurin, who had been waiting, looked up, met her eyes, and smiled faintly.
“Stop expecting too much.”
Today, as well, she replied with sophisticated makeup, style, and undeniable beauty, slightly curling her plump lips.
“I ordered something moderate for the menu.”
“It’s okay since I don’t care.”
In response to Isurin’s words, Haeyeon’s tone was somewhat cold. It meant not that she didn’t care about the menu but that she had no intention of engaging in a lengthy conversation with her.
Isurin also had no intention of a long conversation, as she shrugged her shoulders in response to Haeyeon’s reply and took a sip of her coffee, fulfilling her part.
“Why did you want to meet me?”
Since Isurin suggested meeting at the party, Haeyeon had felt displeasure. They were not close enough to share drinks in a cafe from the day they first met.
Haeyeon didn’t try to hide her uncomfortable feelings. Now was the time to break off the unstable relationship with Isurin.
Or maybe it was because she couldn’t endure the anger that had arisen since she received the strange first call from this woman two months ago.
“I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Isurin, who gently stroked her own hand with well-maintained nails, slowly opened her lips.
“It seems there’s a more certain way than bothering you with such troublesome things. I thought, rather than going around, maybe I should take a more direct approach.”
Observing Haeyeon’s brown eyes across the table, Isurin maintained a relaxed attitude. Suddenly, Haeyeon’s mind went back to the moment before coming here, where her phone with a cracked screen caught her eye. It had fallen and landed on the rough brick pavement, leaving a clear mark.
Despite not taking it out on the table and keeping it in her bag, Haeyeon couldn’t understand why this irrelevant item came to mind in the current situation.
Struggling to distract her thoughts, Haeyeon lifted her gaze.
“It seems like you’re having some misunderstanding.”
Since the moment Isurin, claiming to be someone else’s husband’s lover, tried to meet her husband, she fell into a tremendous delusion.
“Do you think that by getting rid of me, you and Mr. Doha will be together?”
That won’t happen. Even if she were to leave Doha, Isurin would not be able to take her place. That was an unchanging proposition. Perhaps Isurin used her existence as an excuse to justify and console herself.
All because of Min Haeyeon.
Did it hit a nerve? As Isurin, who had been sitting with slender legs crossed in a leisurely posture, began to show a tinge of irritation on her face, Haeyeon didn’t stop.
“The reason I didn’t tell Mr. Doha about the act you put on is not that I couldn’t, but because I didn’t.”
Isurin tried to quickly find a poker face but failed to produce a convincing smile. Haeyeon, who had straightened up without her noticing, continued.
Haeyeon saw in Isurin’s expression the same thing she felt when they first met. When a person feels too absurd and unfair, they can’t even get angry, let alone vent their frustration. Her mind became as rigid as her body.
Isurin, who should have dismissed Haeyeon’s words as nonsense, remained silent. Haeyeon’s voice became quieter.
“I wanted to make sure you didn’t know that a friend’s younger sibling you’ve known for over 10 years was just this kind of ‘person.’ That’s the reason I didn’t tell Mr. Doha about your manipulative words.”
Isurin, who had been smiling with an excessively relaxed smile throughout today’s meeting, for some reason, closed her mouth. Whether she did or not, Haeyeon had made her point.
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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