It was about when another parent, jealous of the attention Jenis was receiving, had kidnapped her.
Eun Ji had blamed herself, thinking the incident happened because she had left Jenis in the hands of someone else, and even got angry at Ji An, who was sick on the day of the concours.
Ji An said in passing,
“I really hated the sound of the violin.”
“Sure. Even when I just held the violin, you cried bitterly. And even when the piano lid was just opened. But I guess Mom didn’t like that.”
Ji An only remembered Mom banging on the piano.
But Jenis remembered Mom scolding Ji An, who was crying bitterly, sitting on the piano stool.
Compared to me who always obeyed what Mom said, my sister absolutely refused to do anything she didn’t like.
After the kidnapping incident, Mom’s attention was solely focused on me, so my sister no longer had a reason to cry in front of the piano.
A short while later, the intercom rang repeatedly, and delivery food began to arrive one after another.
Ji An made an uncomfortable face, clearly seeing the next month’s credit card bill and the leftover food that would just take up space in the fridge.
“Why did you order so much? Who’s going to eat all of this?”
“Are you worried about the credit card bill? Should I give you an allowance?”
“No need.”
“…Or you could sell that bag.”
Jenis pointed to the new bag that had been left untouched and had received no attention.
Having said that herself, Jenis laughed out loud, and Ji An laughed along.
It was an unexpected burst of laughter when the usually graceful Jenis said something that seemed to come out of my mouth without hesitation.
A bit later, Ji An eyed Jenis suspiciously as she chose the spicy chicken feet from the pile of delivered food.
Despite the macarons that suited her taste, and the safe choices of chicken or pizza, Jenis picked the spicy chicken feet and Ji An advised her against it.
“Why don’t you just give up? Who orders spicy chicken feet no matter what? If you eat that, your stomach will be upset.”
“No, I can do it. As you know, days like this don’t come easy for me.”
“That’s true. What joy do you live for?”
Ji An was genuinely curious what joy Jenis, who spoke such words, found in life.
Even though she loved what she did, it didn’t seem enjoyable to live a life just going between the practice room, performances, and home.
Jenis put the chicken feet elegantly into her mouth and responded,
“I live on the love of the public.”
“Do you know how uncool that sounds? Don’t say it anywhere else.”
“When will you keep doing this? You’re not young anymore. You should start thinking about retirement too…Once you retire, you can’t do anything, right?”
“Retirement?”
“You’ve done it for a long time. When I retire, I want to live a simple life, pointing out the neighborhood kids.”
Jenis’s words stopped abruptly, but Ji An seemed to have an idea about what she was going to say next. Wasn’t it that Mom wouldn’t want that?
Before Jenis had a chance to seriously talk about Mom, she made a face and shed tears. It was a look that said the spicy chicken feet were too hot, and she couldn’t speak.
“Ah, look at you. I guess you ordered knowing this would happen. Let’s have some patbingsu (red bean shaved ice) too.”
Ji An quickly quelled the disaster alarm that had set off in Jenis’s mouth by bringing out the patbingsu she had kept in the freezer.
After Jenis left, Ji An laughed softly as she portioned out the remaining delivery food.
‘Do you remember when you played with the violin bow like a knife? Do you remember when you put a book between the bow hairs and played?’
There’s no way that happened.
‘You didn’t do things you didn’t like, whether Mom was angry or not. Honestly, I was jealous of that too. Because there were times when I didn’t want to play the violin.’
Everything seemed to be a subject of envy. Why would that be envious?
‘You have a lot of friends. I have nothing but the violin. Not having a single person to share your feelings with, that’s very lonely.’
Ji An suddenly thought that the shape of loneliness varies from person to person.
To some, it might be round, to others, it might be full of thorns. Yet others might be shapeless, merely seeping.
So is loneliness an emotion that’s only hard when you’re alone?
“It’s surprising to hear you say you’re envious. When I hear what you say, my loneliness seems warm.”
Chewing on Jenis’s words, Ji An felt as if her loneliness had a warm shape.
A week later, on Friday night.
Having learned the truth about J’s death, Dan Woo had returned in a solid state, overcoming the shattered state of mind within a week.
He had heard about Ji An’s Saturday night plans and managed to take a moment to drive to Lake Tower.
Upon receiving Dan Woo’s call that he had arrived at her home, Ji An darted out of the entrance like an arrow.
Upon finding Dan Woo, dressed in a dandy Tshirt and light coat, standing in front of the common entrance, her pace quickened a bit more.
As Dan Woo heard the brisk sound of her footsteps, he spread his arms, and Ji An hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Dan Woo couldn’t take his eyes off Ji An and smiled happily.
As Dan Woo put a ring on his finger, Ji An looked up at him, shaking the hand with the ring on it.
“How long can you stay?”
“Two hours…I have a video conference with the Eagles headquarters in the U.S. It’s a bit busy as the launch of the new game is coming up soon.”
“Did you come because of me? I feel completely flattered. …Would you like to go to a soup restaurant I discovered since moving here? The soup tastes good, but I’m not sure what they use for the broth.”
“Are you taking me there not because it’s delicious, but because of the broth?”
“No, it’s because when I eat something delicious, I think of you.”
Understanding the desire to feed delicious food to someone you like, Dan Woo walked beside Ji An with a knowing smile.
The soup restaurant, into which Ji An had led him by the hand, was of a size that allowed a full view of the interior at a glance.
Two tables that could seat four people each and three tables for single customers filled three of the walls.
After ordering two bowls of noodles and sitting by the window, the two people’s shoulders were aligned. One of Dan Woo’s arms naturally wrapped around Ji An’s shoulder.
Two bowls of hot noodles topped with kim powder were placed on the table. The spicy aroma of the anchovy broth wafted into their nostrils.
“Did you come here alone too?”
“I’ve been here three times, and twice I was alone. The day I found Munchi was the second time.”
Munchi was the name of the stray cat that Ji An had found. Even with the temptation of food, it was busy hiding, which made Ji An frequently mention with a gloomy expression that she didn’t qualify as a cat owner.
“Have you still not managed to win over Munchi? The child seems to have no eye for people.”
“Some days, it won’t come out no matter how much it meows.”
Ji An looked up at Dan Woo with a resigned expression as she continued her story.
“If I took it home, it would have to wait for me alone all day. I think Munchi knows that.”
Ji An had been teaching at an academy and translating novels at the same time just a few months ago.
Living alone, there were often days when she was busy with work but hungry for human company, and wanted to have a trivial conversation but had no one to listen.
On such days, she would be at her wit’s end waiting all day for Ha Jun.
Occasionally, when she stopped talking and sat blankly, Ha Jun would lift his gaze and ask, “Why?” It made her feel as though he was indeed listening, but it felt like she was just talking to herself.
“…That’s how I lived. Waiting all day for the person living next door.”
“Ha Jun?”
“Most of the time, it was Ha Jun.”
As Ha Jun’s name came up, an awkward silence flowed between the two.
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Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
