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Ye Lisa looked at the man before her. He was supposed to be at his wedding right now. He was wearing a tux, but his bowtie was missing. His shirt was unbuttoned up to the second button. One of the buttons was also split apart. There were a lot of wrinkles on his jacket and pants.
Seeing Jungkook looking like this, Ye Lisa furrowed her brow a bit.
How did he calmly talk about a collaboration with someone while cutting such a sorry looking figure?
At the same time that Ye Lisa was looking him over, Jungkook was also looking at her.
She wearing a pair of over-the-knee high-heel boots and a thick, white cotton coat that came to her knees. With most of her body enveloped by the cotton coat, although she looked even more fragile than usual, she looked warm too.
Neither of them spoke. The sitting room fell into silence.
Ye Lisa couldn't stand this awkward atmosphere. She took two steps forward. "Brother-in-law, should you be at your wedding today? Why are you here talking about a collaboration with someone?"
Jungkook's eyebrows were slightly sunk. An unhappy expression was quickly forming on his face.
He was here catching the same person as the same airport again. How could he not get angry?
However, seeing Ye Lisa's guilty expression, he found the situation laughable too. So she knew to be scared too?!
Feeling as if she was on thin ice, Ye Lisa coughed and said, "Umm... I know what I did was dishonest... But, isn't Ye Qing the one that the Jeon family wants as their daughter-in-law. I just... Eh.... What are you doing?"
Before Ye Lisa could finish speaking, Jungkook had pressed her down to sit on the sofa. Soon after, he walked over to the bodyguards that had come into the room with Ye Lisa and issued an order. After the bodyguards had left, Jungkook raised the thermostat's temperature in the sitting room before walking back to Ye Lisa. He remained standing as he stared at her.
Being stared at like this felt very discomfiting and uncomfortable. It felt as if she was being stabbed with thorns all over.
"What did I say?"
Ye Lisa thought for a moment before honestly and earnestly saying, "You said that I'm pregnant with your child, that I'm your wife. That I could leave all of the wedding matters to you to take care of. You would take care of the issue with my identity too. "
She raised her head to look at him, "But, up to the day before the wedding, you still haven't resolved the issue of our identities. If you want me to go through a wedding using Ye Ji Eun's name, no way!"
"It was because of this?"
Ye Lisa fiercely answered his question with another question, "What else could it be? To marry you and become Mrs. Jeon, I can't even have my own name?"
Worried that the astute and crafty Jungkook would see right through her, Ye Lisa felt extremely diffident.
Jungkook remained silent.
He had already arranged everything. He had planned on introducing his wife with her real name to everyone at the wedding. It was his fault for not communicating his plans with Ye Lisa in advance. He had just wanted to surprise her.
He hadn't expected that this woman would be hastier than himself. She would leave over a single disagreement and run away when he wasn't paying attention, damn it!
"Why did you come here?"
"My wife ran away with my child. I had to come here to chase after you."
Ye Lisa asked, "Did you delay the plane from taking off?"
Jungkook chuckled. "You're overestimating me. It's been cold lately. There's been plenty of delays due to the weather."
It was because he knew that the flight would be delayed, that he had been able to resist his impulse and do nothing when he rushed to the airport and saw Ye Lisa and Lin Eunwoo hugging.
He knew that Ye Lisa had the desire to leave him. Last time, she hadn't been able to leave because he had been in complete control of the situation. This time, if he hadn't prepared in advance, his grandfather would have successfully stopped him from leaving the wedding.
Thus, he felt that he should give his wife a lasting lesson.
By thoroughly destroying her hope at the last minute, he hoped that the next time she wanted to leave, she would remember the futility that she felt today.