A Bad, Bad Act (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
It was just a single sentence.
That one sentence made me feel as if my squalid situation had been neatly resolved.
I was no longer afraid of Son Gyu Won’s violent actions and words.
I even had the illusion that if I just got into Cha Do Ha’s car, I’d be saved.
And I slightly disliked myself for falling into such an illusion.
That was precisely why I couldn’t readily get into the car.
Cha Do Ha spoke again.
“How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
A crack appeared in his previously calm expression.
His irritated face stirred something restless deep in my chest.
“Should I get out and open the door for you?”
His teasing tone made my throat tighten with a sudden surge of heat.
“I’ll get in.”
Having completely erased Son Gyu Won from her mind, Yeo Eun approached the passenger seat.
Then Cha Do Ha spoke once more.
“Get in the back.”
His gaze indicated the seat beside him.
After a brief hesitation, Yeo Eun obeyed his order with a tense expression.
As soon as Yeo Eun got in, Cha Do Ha rolled up the window.
For just an instant, his icy gaze sharply swept over Son Gyu Won’s stunned, frozen face.
* * *
This was the third time riding in Cha Do Ha’s car.
The first time was from HJ Department Store to the Udon place in Euljiro.
The second time was just a few hours ago, from Hanju Group headquarters to a nearby sushi restaurant.
And now.
Ironically, all three rides had been incredibly tense experiences for Yeo Eun.
It was because Cha Do Ha’s scent—intensified by the confined space—strangely intoxicated her.
He carried a pleasant fragrance.
At first, she assumed it was simply from good cologne.
But soon she realized it wasn’t just that.
No matter what perfume he wore, his own unique scent always lingered underneath.
That natural scent made the cologne smell even more sensual—
even dangerously alluring.
So every time she got into his car, she had to consciously hold her breath.
But now, holding her breath wasn’t enough.
Clenching her hands tightly on her lap, Yeo Eun bit her lower lip, carefully choosing her words.
Should she thank him for giving her a ride?
Or thank him for saving her?
Either way she phrased it, the situation would be awkward.
Or maybe she should just ask why he happened to be here.
She was still lost in thought—
when Cha Do Ha broke the suffocating silence.
“Let’s do it for the third time.”
“Huh?”
Yeo Eun turned toward him, startled by his abrupt words.
“Let’s make this our third chop with the axe.”
His dark eyes shimmered strangely as they fixed on her.
She was flustered.
A third “chop with the axe”?
It felt like an electric current jolted through her hazy, perfume-drunken mind.
But his next question left her thoughts completely tangled.
“Where’s your place?”
“What?”
“I need your address to drop you off.”
So he meant—
they’d make this “third chop” during the twenty-minute drive to her home?
Just twenty minutes?
Was she supposed to waste such a precious opportunity like this?
“…….”
Yeo Eun kept her lips tightly shut, remaining silent.
Cha Do Ha’s eyes, watching her, held a faint, sly smile.
“Or now that you’ve escaped the crisis, do you want to get out right here?”
“Ah—no?”
This was exactly the kind of moment that demanded quick thinking, yet ironically, every bit of that ability vanished around Cha Do Ha.
Her mind went utterly blank, wiped clean like a white sheet of paper.
Fumbling awkwardly, the words that finally escaped her lips sounded clumsy.
“Manager… would you like a cup of coffee?”
“……?”
Cha Do Ha’s composed expression subtly crumpled—
as if asking what nonsense she was spouting.
Swallowing hard, Yeo Eun confessed honestly.
“You said ‘third chop with the axe.’”
“So you can’t just leave like this?”
“Yes.”
She even nodded earnestly, prompting Cha Do Ha to tilt his head slightly and chuckle.
Then, after wiping the amusement from his face, he quietly studied her expression.
His gaze felt oddly suggestive—though it shouldn’t have been.
She must still be drunk; she thought she’d sobered up after Son Gyu Won’s interruption, but apparently not.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so brazenly holding his gaze—
not avoiding it at all, but staring directly into his eyes, watching her own reflection crystallize clearly in them.
Cha Do Ha was beautiful.
His large, open eyes lacked double eyelids, yet they were striking—
and within them, his dark pupils held the melancholy of a lonely night sky.
Cold, hollow, and solitary—like a meteor drifting through the vast black cosmos.
Yet they glimmered with such brilliance she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Perhaps they were the darkest, most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen in a human being—
beautiful, yet profoundly lonely.
For a moment, Yeo Eun’s eyes welled up, her eyelids turning red.
It felt as if his loneliness had infected her, dragging her mood down.
Forget about sobering up—the sharp sting in her nose proved she was completely drunk, her reason utterly paralyzed.
It was Cha Do Ha who pulled her back to reality.
“You seem pretty drunk?”
He frowned slightly as his eyes swept over her.
Instantly, her face flushed hot.
She was drunk—
but whether from alcohol or from this man, she couldn’t tell.
Whatever had intoxicated her, she couldn’t break her hypnotized, awestruck gaze from Cha Do Ha.
He must have found it unpleasant.
Straightening her posture and turning her head, Yeo Eun struggled to suppress her flustered voice as she replied.
“I just sobered up, so… I think one cup of coffee should be fine.”
She clenched her hands tightly on her lap, waiting for his answer.
A brief silence passed, and then Cha Do Ha’s voice seeped through the taut air.
“Hmm.”
It sounded like a deliberately thoughtful hum—but she knew it was clearly playful.
And his next words were an unmistakable rejection.
“Sorry, but I don’t want to.”
Yeo Eun turned toward him.
She was about to gauge whether his words were teasing or serious—
but she couldn’t.
His gaze, fixed on her, was far too intense—so hot it prickled her skin, forcing her to hold her breath.
“I don’t drink coffee with women late at night.”
His dark eyes, like smoldering embers, lingered on her lips—
then slowly traced them as if savoring their shape.
For a moment, she pictured a well-fed predator leisurely feasting:
roughly licking his lips, gently nipping her throat, then slowly sinking his teeth into her vulnerable, pulse-throbbing flesh to steal her breath away.
Instinctive tension squeezed her heart tight.
“Then…”
But she couldn’t back down now.
Because she was drunk—
drunk on liquor and on his scent, utterly out of her mind.
Rationalizing it that way, Yeo Eun cautiously uttered words even she thought were shamelessly bold.
“How about… a drink?”
Maybe because she couldn’t breathe properly, her voice cracked at the end.
Her lips, her mouth, her tongue, her throat—
her entire body felt like it was burning up.
“Since it’s late night… wouldn’t alcohol suit better than coffee?”
Summoning the last of her courage from deep within her soul, Yeo Eun strained out the words and stared straight at Cha Do Ha.
He finally tore his persistent gaze from her lips and met her eyes.
Just locking eyes with him made her heart pound wildly.
Though it shouldn’t have been possible, in the quiet car, it felt as if her heartbeat echoed loudly.
For an instant, Cha Do Ha’s lips twisted into a sly smirk.
“A drink.”
He spoke slowly, then lowered his gaze again.
“Business… or a date?”
His eyes traced the bridge of her nose and settled back on her lips.
She swallowed involuntarily.
“Which one would make you willing to spare me your time, Manager?”
Yeo Eun tensed her shoulders as she stared into his dark pupils visible beneath his slightly lowered lids.
Cha Do Ha’s gaze had already drifted lower—below her lips.
As if ignited by fire, her whole body prickled with heat.
Her hands, gripping the hem of her skirt on her lap, crumpled the fabric with a soft rustle.
He stared wordlessly at her hands for a moment, then spoke again.
“So on a night like this… you’d risk a date, just for business?”
Even the backs of her hands burned.
“I’m just… desperate.”
Kuh.
At her reply, Cha Do Ha laughed.
It wasn’t a remotely funny situation—yet he chuckled quietly before lifting his eyes to study her face intently.
“How desperate are you, exactly?”
“…….”
His eyes changed instantly.
“Desperate enough to take your clothes off?”
His previously sensual gaze was now overlaid with cruelty—
the leisurely appetite of a predator instantly transformed into the ravenous hunger of a beast.
Yeo Eun flinched, instinctively leaning away—
but before she could create any distance, Cha Do Ha leaned sharply toward her.
Her frozen lips couldn’t form a single word; they only trembled faintly.
She should say something—ask why he was doing this, tell him it was uncomfortable—
but she simply couldn’t.
His scent—his intoxicating, sensual aroma—
seemed to have paralyzed her reason completely.
After all, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his beautifully sculpted, crimson lips.
Watching her with a hint of satisfaction, the predator slowly parted those exquisite lips.
“For me…”
He closed the distance further—his breath now grazing her cheek.
At just those few words, her shoulders trembled—making the corner of Cha Do Ha’s mouth tilt sideways.
Then his long fingers reached out and lightly brushed her hair.
As his fingertip skimmed her ear, her whole body shivered with electric sensation.
“A late-night date…”
By now, he’d gathered the ends of her hair in his hand, his voice thick and languid.
“…is meant to be enjoyed with the body.”
He then gently stroked her hair as if savoring it.
It was just hair—but it felt as if he were caressing her bare skin, making every nerve ending in her body stand on edge.
“…You’ve got no fear at all.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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