I'm a chaebol in South Korea

Chapter 435
"Ah, I'm sorry, senior, it's all my fault for being too flustered."

Han Jiaren, who regained her composure, saw what she had done, quickly bowed and apologized, and took out a tissue to dry Son Yejin's clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay...Look at your own clothes, they're all soaked, go change them and wash them!"

Son Yejin stopped her and led Han Jiaren to the bedroom, "You can use the bathroom inside, I'll help you find some pajamas, the weather is so cold, you'll catch a cold if you wear wet clothes."

"Thank you, senior."

Although a little embarrassed, Han Jiaren also knew that the clothes had to be dried.

She is already weak and difficult to conceive, if she catches cold again, it will only make her body worse, and her situation at home will only be more difficult.

wow~
He took off his clothes and bathed in hot water. The warm water flowed through his body, warming Han Jiaren's cold heart.

Recalling her marriage, Han Jiaren felt sweetness in her heart, but as the memories rolled, she was unable to conceive due to physical reasons, and her husband stayed out all night and drank too much outside.

The pressure brought by her husband's family, she obviously wanted to return to the family, but she had to show up frequently for her husband and lend him the fame she had accumulated over the years.

Even so, it failed to restore the original good disappearance.

Quarreling and silent crying replaced the sweetness of the past, and the time to see him became less and less, and each other changed from talking to each other in the early days to being speechless.

At home, they are more like two transparent people who are strangers.

Passing by each other will not have any eye contact or physical communication, and they will regard each other as ghosts that do not exist.

This painful torture was about to drive her crazy.

This made Han Jiaren, who regards love as the most important thing, have the idea of ​​coming back again. Maybe starting to work again can improve the current relationship between the two.

Having something to do can also distract her from spending all her time on internal friction.

But as soon as this idea was proposed, it was strongly opposed by the whole family.

Even her parents came to her door in person and told her, 'Since you are married, you should focus on your family. If you don't have children, what's the point of going out in public if you don't care about taking good care of your body? '

"Ugh!"

How much helplessness is contained in a sigh, only Han Jiaren can understand it.

"beautiful woman."

"senior?"

"The clothes are on the table for you. They are new pajamas that I haven't worn. They should fit. I'll hang up the wet clothes for you."

"Thank you, senior, senior, I can fix the clothes after I finish washing."

"You're welcome, take a good bath and warm up, your body is already weak..."

Listening to her voice fading away, the corner of Han Jiaren's mouth became more bitter than before, "So, it is good to be weak."

Laughing at herself silently, Han Jiaren rushed forward, quietly opened the bathroom door and looked out.

The drying room was empty, and there were clean towels and nightgowns on the washstand.

Taking the bath towel into the bathroom, drying her body, Han Jiaren put on the silk nightgown she prepared for herself.

The nightgown that Son Yejin prepared for her was a two-piece set. The inside was a V-neck silk suspender with a skirt just past her thighs, and the outside was a wide-sleeved open-neck gown.

Putting on the robe and fastening the belt tightly, a large snow-white chest is still exposed.

"This……"

Han Jiaren, who always dressed conservatively, tightened her open neckline in embarrassment.

But if you really let go of your hand, the open design will cause the collar to slide to both sides.

After several attempts, Han Jiaren finally resigned to her fate.

Unless she's holding it all the way, it's just going to open the collar as far as it will go.

In desperation, she could only pinch the collar with her hands and move outward with a restrained expression.

When she walked out of the bathroom and was about to reach the end of the corridor, Han Jiaren could no longer take a step.

Ahead is the living room, where a man is still sitting.

"Girl, why are you standing here, come here and sit down."

Son Yejin, who was going to pour water in the kitchen, happened to see her in the hallway, smiled and pulled her to sit down in front of the sofa in the living room.

Like a timid squirrel, Han Jiaren shrank her body cautiously, lowered her head and grasped her collar tightly with her hands.

At this moment, she was visibly fidgeting, and only hoped that her clothes would dry quickly so that she could change them back.

"Come on, drink some water!"

Sun Yezhen poured a glass of water and placed it in front of her.

Han Jiaren nodded her head in thanks, then glanced at the opposite side, and found that Li Zhenyu was not staring at her, but rested her head on the sofa headrest, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

This discovery made her heave a sigh of relief, grabbing the neckline with one hand, and bringing warm water to her mouth with the other.

She had just gotten out of the shower and she really needed some fluids.

"Han Jiarenxi, I heard that you have the idea of ​​returning to the showbiz."

"Uh…"

Han Jiaren didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to her, and she couldn't react for a while.

After a few seconds of silence, Han Jiacai responded belatedly: "Yes, but you know, I have been away from the showbiz for a long time."

"Not too long, just two years."

What you can't get is the best. Because she is aloof in the entertainment industry, fans and the public can only understand her current situation through Yan Zhengxun's profile.

People's nostalgia and affection for her have become more and more intense with time, and they urgently hope that the "national ideal type" back then can return to the public eye.

Take advantage of this, plus the good impression she made before she died.

To regain popularity, all you need is a good script.

"I happen to have a few good scripts in my hand that I haven't had time to start shooting. If you are interested, maybe we can try to cooperate. I appreciate your previous performance very much, and I think our cooperation will be very pleasant."

A couple of...good scripts...

Han Jia is very excited, and being able to cooperate with Li Zhenyu is undoubtedly the most desired opportunity for all artists at the moment.

Now, this opportunity falls on his head.

Han Jiaren couldn't refuse, and she didn't know how to refuse. Who could give up the opportunity within reach.

"That... President Li, thank you for your appreciation. But... coming back is a big deal, I need to discuss it with my family."

"It's understandable. After all, when you get married, you become two people, and you always have to be responsible for the family."

Han Jiaren's complexion was gloomy, and she nodded at him with an extremely forced smile and said, "Yes, but I'm personally looking forward to cooperating with you."

"Me too...how about letting me talk to you about the story of the script."

Li Zhenyu took out the story of "Star You" and began to describe to her the love story between Do Min Joon and Cheon Song Yi, the romance that spans time and interstellar.

Which woman can resist Du Minjun's deep affection and love you across the galaxy.

God, this is not life-threatening!
Unknowingly, Han Jiaren fell into the fantasy of the story, and slowly let go of the hand that clenched the neckline.

The whiteness that appeared was shining brightly under the light.

(End of this chapter)