Yoon stood in front of the mirror in a hanbok. The toneddown pastel ivory jacket and light apricot pink skirt gave a graceful impression.
Above her chest was a finely added norigae, giving off a serene vibe.
“Madam, you look gorgeous.”
On top of that, Kyung Hwa styled her hair and makeup like a professional, making her ready for a hanbok photoshoot right away.
“It looks like it’s done in a salon.”
As Yoon admired, Kyung Hwa beamed a smile.
“I am good at it, aren’t I?”
Kyung Hwa shrugged her shoulders.
“Not just a little? You are really good.”
Yoon’s hair, in an elegant updo with accessories for emphasis, looked neat, and the light makeup, preserving her clear and transparent skin texture, evoked a refined atmosphere.
Furthermore, it was perfect with the clutch embedded with flower cubic zirconia that Kyung Hwa hurriedly fetched.
“What are you doing not coming out?”
That’s when Kang Hyun’s voice was heard right outside her room.
“Yes, I am coming out.”
Yoon slightly lifted the skirt of her hanbok that reached under her socks to avoid stepping on it. When she opened the door, Kang Hyun was standing right there. He was dressed in comfortable cotton pants and a shirt.
“Why are you making a fuss about wearing a hanbok in this heat?”
Even while saying this, Kang Hyun couldn’t take his eyes off Yoon dressed in hanbok. There was indeed no measure of beauty for a bride at a prewedding ceremony.
“Madam Kim told me to wear a hanbok when I go to pay respects to my father.”
“Madam Kim? My motherinlaw?”
“Uh…… Yes.”
Suddenly, Kang Hyun remembered the day of the engagement ceremony when Seo Jeong glared at Yoon.
‘Well, she is an illegitimate child, she wouldn’t look pretty. But still. There was no need to glare at her that harshly.’
As he remembered Seo Jeong’s cold gaze at Yoon, Kang Hyun frowned and extended his hand towards Yoon.
“Catch.”
“It’s okay. I can go down on my own.”
Yoon took a quick glance at Kyung Hwa and awkwardly hid her hand behind her.
“Then, I’ll go down first with Director Kwak. I’ll come back later with the costume.”
Kyung Hwa hurriedly went down the stairs, tactfully.
“Our Teacher Seo falls at least once a day. Plus, you’re wearing a hanbok today, you’re definitely going to fall. If you tumble down these stairs, it’ll be a big accident. Don’t break something and cry, just catch.”
At Kang Hyun’s words, Yoon hesitated after looking down the stairs and then took his large hand. Kang Hyun wrapped and held her small hand.
Suddenly, Yoon’s hand felt so soft and moist that Kang Hyun felt ticklish.
‘Why is she so much like a baby?’
Kang Hyun firmly held her hand and slowly descended the stairs. The sight of Yoon, carefully holding her skirt with one hand and his hand with the other as she went down, seemed lovely.
In fact, a while ago, the sight of Yoon, who looked like a doll in a hanbok, was so pretty that his mouth unwittingly opened.
Her clean, white face, neatly tied hair, all suited her well. Perhaps because she was wearing a hanbok, her movements looked unusually more graceful.
Lightly, elegantly, it gave off a sense of endurance.
Beside him, the hanbok, like a damselfly’s wings, made a ‘rustling’ sound. At that moment, his heart made a ‘crunching’ sound.
He had seen other women in hanbok before, but today, Yoon’s appearance seemed particularly embedded in his mind.
In addition to this, Yoon was even wearing cute floral shoes.
“Are you wearing rubber shoes too?”
While teasing, he momentarily entertained an absurd thought of wanting to help her put on her floral shoes while she sat on his knee.
The two got into the elevator. Kang Hyun couldn’t take his eyes off Yoon’s reflection in the elevator mirror.
‘She looks like a peach.’
Her slightly flushed cheeks were very tempting. Seeing the lovely Yoon reflected in the mirror and his casual attire, he felt as though he had become her servant.
“Why didn’t you wear a hanbok?”
The elegant lady of a good house asked her servant humbly.
“Do I need to wear one just to go to my house?”
Kang Hyun spat out a little more gruffly on purpose.
“Ah, yes.”
Yoon, wearing a hanbok, looked like a shy bride, making Kang Hyun’s heart tickle incessantly.
Shortly after, their car arrived at the mansion of Woo Sung Construction’s Chairman in Hannamdong, which boasted tremendous dignity.
It was even more imposing than the house of Congressman Seo in Seongbukdong. It was only after passing through endless walls that you could see the magnificent gate.
In addition, there was a large garden with endless lawns and tall pines planted everywhere, requiring quite a walk to enter.
“Are you tired?”
Seeing Yoon carefully walking with her skirt lifted, Kang Hyun, worried, asked.
“No.”
Yoon, thinking he was asking because she was walking too slowly, hastened her pace. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat, and the beads of sweat on her forehead sparkled in the sunlight.
“Why are you so small in everything?”
He asked, looking at her floral shoes, which looked about half the size of his.
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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