“Moreover, I’m not even a major. It seems like a reckless challenge to enter a competition.”
To keep the feeling of wanting to give up at bay, Mi-joo picked up her bag and envelope.
Mi-joo headed out to the place where she indulged in the only luxury, the art studio.
In fact, it’s hard to call it a luxury. She only bought paints and brushes sparingly, and she had never once bought the necessary colors all at once.
However, when the concentration doesn’t come, and the constant feeling of giving up takes over, Mi-joo naturally moves her steps towards the art studio, where she could look at numerous colors of paints and artworks, calming her mind.
Mi-joo hesitated for a moment upon arriving at the parking lot. Seeing the car reminded her of Si-yoon.
Indeed, there had never been a moment when she forgot Si-yoon, but at this moment, she missed him even more.
“What could he be doing now?”
Although she wanted to make a call holding her phone, it seemed like he might be busy, so she decided against it. Instead, she chose to walk as a form of exercise.
In one of Mi-joo’s hands, a thin envelope was held. Gripping the envelope as if it were a precious item, Mi-joo’s fingertips looked resolute.
Someone was following her from the parking lot, whispering details about Mi-joo’s appearance.
However, Mi-joo didn’t have the leisure to look around. She just wanted to walk, basking in the sunlight, and during the walk, she wanted to have time to strengthen her own will.
“Now, without Si-yoon, I feel empty, not myself. Why is that? What if I really drift apart from Si-yoon?”
It was an unimaginable scenario, but the uncertainties of life made her fearful. Moreover, she felt an unexpected anxiety in the midst of her current happiness.
Perhaps it was an instinctive thought to minimize the trauma from being abandoned when she was young, and she wanted to avoid getting hurt at all costs.
“Yes, Si-yoon is working hard. I should do something and show a great side of myself.”
Admonishing herself and suggesting to herself, Mi-joo arrived at the art studio without realizing it.
The owner, gruff but knowledgeable about art, who Mi-joo often sought help from, greeted her first.
“Are things going well with your work?”
“Yes, I’m almost at the final stage.”
“Can we see your work at the art fair soon?”
Knowing that Mi-joo was preparing for the art fair, the owner, who encouraged her with a supportive heart, asked.
“Not yet.”
Mi-joo smiled awkwardly.
She started with the hope that it would be good, but honestly, she wasn’t sure. She hadn’t received a proper evaluation of her paintings or critiques from anyone until now, so she didn’t know her own level.
Nevertheless, the owner of the art studio, who knew Mi-joo’s diligence and sense, wanted to give her some encouragement, offering words of encouragement.
Mi-joo, thinking there were no other customers in the art studio, felt more comfortable than usual, sharing her stories.
However, Mi-joo, who had no chance to look around, didn’t know that there was a man behind her, watching her.
Mi-joo, thinking there were no other customers in the art studio, felt more comfortable than usual, sharing her stories.
However, Mi-joo, who had no chance to look around, didn’t know that there was a man behind her, watching her.
Mi-joo received introductions to some newly arrived artworks and purchased a few items from the art studio.
In the bank account, there was a deposit from Si-yoon as a down payment, but Mi-joo hesitated to use the money. Using it would mean acknowledging the need for money and, ultimately, acknowledging the contract marriage with Si-yoon.
Mi-joo carefully compared items as she used to do, choosing them frugally.
“Well, Si-yoon helps sometimes, but doing things as I’ve always done, Si-yoon will like that too.”
Even in this moment of determination to live diligently, Mi-joo was preoccupied with how she would appear to Si-yoon.
Mi-joo picked and paid for items in this way.
“Next time, let me know when your work or manuscript is completed.”
“Yes, goodbye.”
Mi-joo greeted the owner with a bright face and left the art studio.
Someone was following her. Behind that person, another was following from a distance.
The person chasing Mi-joo narrowed the distance and called out to her.
“Wait a moment.”
Familiar Korean words reached Mi-joo’s ears. She tensed up as if anticipating an encounter and didn’t want to turn around, thinking about the potential confrontation among people.
Pretending not to hear, Mi-joo quickened her pace. However, she felt the hurried pursuit from behind.
It was a bustling urban area in broad daylight with many people around, so there was nothing to be scared or worried about. However, for some reason, Mi-joo felt her spirits deflate.
“Wait a moment.”
With the voice calling out, the owner approached, and before she knew it, the voice was right beside her, grabbing the hem of Mi-joo’s clothes. Surprised, Mi-joo turned around.
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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