The sound of a beverage bottle opening rang out crisply. Siyun was opening a Korean hangover remedy.
“Oh. How did you get this so early in the morning?”
“You know it’s precious, huh?”
Siyun joked with a cold face, and Mijoo’s eyes sparkled, signaling him to hurry and hand it over. She gratefully received the hangover remedy.
‘A Korean hangover remedy this morning!’
Though it was a small matter, Mijoo realized that Siyun effortlessly took care of tasks that would require her to exert effort and struggle.
Mijoo, staring at the bottle, muttered to herself.
“I should remember.”
“Right. You should remember to talk about it.”
Was he teasing or worried? And what did he intend to talk about?
Mijoo felt a sudden drop in her heart but pretended not to hear.
‘Please, memory, come back. Let this work and bring back my thoughts.’
Holding the hangover remedy as if it were a magic potion to restore her memories, Mijoo gulped it down and started eating.
It was a bit late for breakfast, but realizing that Siyun hadn’t eaten yet, waiting for her, she felt sorry.
Despite her lack of appetite, Mijoo pushed through the fruits and salad, considering Siyun’s thoughtfulness.
The only sounds were the clinking of their forks against the plates. As they were finishing, Siyun spoke up.
“Mijoo, I don’t know how far back your blackout goes, but from now on, I’m going full speed ahead.”
“Uh, what do you mean?”
Mijoo looked at him, surprised, lettuce hanging from her mouth.
‘What do you mean, what,’ he thought. How to handle this woman?
“Mijoo, it’s clear you don’t dislike me. Although it’s out of order, let’s start properly now.”
“How can you know if I like or dislike you?”
Siyun leaned back against the sofa, pressing his forehead with his hand.
“Look, this is why alcohol is the enemy.”
Mijoo clammed up at the mention of alcohol.
“Who put me to the test last night? And now you’re playing innocent?”
“Did I do that?”
“Are you going to keep dodging the question, pretending you don’t remember?”
Siyun scolded her in a low voice, like a tiger growling in front of a rabbit. It was unfair, like a tiger using its ultimate move.
But what could she do? She remembered her own behavior from last night, desperately clinging to Siyun on the bed.
She couldn’t really blame the tiger for growling after she had poked its whiskers.
“Since it’s come to this, I might as well satisfy my curiosity.”
“Before that, I have something I’m curious about. Actually, two things.”
Siyun leaned back on the sofa as if to say, ask away.
“As you know, my memory is spotty.”
“And?”
“First, I asked you something important last night… but I can’t remember your response.”
Siyun thought for a moment. An important question. There wasn’t a moment last night with Mijoo that wasn’t precious to Siyun, no words that weren’t important.
Every single moment was dear and memorable, but now this woman has forgotten it all, banging on an empty can like a street performer. It’s unfair, but Siyun tried to answer as gently as possible.
“What are you curious about?”
Mijoo sighed. She had gathered so much courage to ask this question yesterday, and now she had to muster it all over again.
“Did you say you’ve liked men since when?”
Siyun pressed his forehead and looked up at the ceiling, feeling wronged and aggrieved.
“I told you, I’ve never been interested in men, always liked women. Don’t you remember?”
Then it flashed back to Mijoo, Siyun declaring his straight sexual orientation with a very sexy face.
“I remember…”
Mijoo had been relieved thinking Siyun liked men, but now she felt a strange sense of relief knowing he liked women.
Last night, she suspected she might have initiated things on the bed. If Siyun liked women, as he said, then he might have been the one to start the physical contact.
“What’s the second thing?”
His voice grew heavier, perhaps with indignation. Siyun seemed ready to clear any doubts or curiosities Mijoo might have.
“Well, about last night…”
“Last night.”
“How far did we go…”
Mijoo couldn’t finish her sentence.
She vividly remembered reacting passionately to Siyun. If he preferred women, might he have reciprocated her heated response and gone all the way?
“If you’re asking this, you must have some expectations or imaginations in mind.”
A peculiar smile appeared on Siyun’s face.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
