Acts We Shouldn't Do (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Without a doubt, Oh Seok Dong had never dated a woman over thirty in his entire thirty-six years of life. That was because he’d always believed his mother’s words: once a woman turns thirty, she loses her innocence and becomes crafty.
There had been a few times in his life when he stubbornly followed his own childish will—but each time, things ended badly. So, at some point, he’d started obeying his mother without question.
After all, there wasn’t a single instance where following his mother’s advice hadn’t worked out well.
Seok Dong forced a strained smile, grasping at straws.
“Ah, thirty? No way. Anyone would say you’re in your twenties, Jae In. So you must’ve just turned thirty this year, right? Technically, you’re still in your twenties by Western age, aren’t you?”
“Well, I am thirty in Korean age.”
“There you go! So you’re still in your twenties, then.”
He failed to notice Jae In’s puzzled expression as she wondered why he kept prying about her age. Seok Dong simply smiled in relief—thank goodness. He’d been mentally bracing himself to accept her even if she was thirty, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.
It stung his pride a little to admit he’d fallen for a woman who’d turn thirty-one in a month—but when she tilted her pretty head in confusion, his irritation melted away like snow in sunlight.
Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll just manage her well. Just you wait—if she ever lets herself get fat and drags me down, or gets flabby after having kids, I’ll give her just enough allowance for living expenses and make her sleep in a separate room.
With that thought, Seok Dong marveled anew at his own generosity and decided he’d disobey his mother’s advice just this once more.
His body, however, was the problem. It was pitifully weak, like soggy hanji paper, unable even to follow basic movements. The workout was far too intense for his wilted-perilla-leaf-like physique.
Thanks to that, his paper-thin fascia felt like it might tear apart. Still, for the sake of his future children, Seok Dong summoned extreme patience.
“This is hard.”
“You’re doing great. Just remember to stay aware of your breath. Keep your shoulders from rolling back—yes, hold that posture. One, two, three…”
The fruit of his perseverance was sweet. Since the studio had just opened, there weren’t many students—and sometimes, it was just the two of them in class.
Jae In always gently guided him, even though he couldn’t control his own body properly. Naturally, physical contact followed. Every time her soft hands touched his lanky frame, his whole body tingled.
He spent two whole weeks on this, attending yoga class daily to win Jae In’s favor.
A few days ago, he’d even told his mother over dinner that there was a woman he liked—and briefly described Jae In to her.
And finally, today, Seok Dong had steeled himself to ask her for a cocktail after class. But just then, Jae In called him over hesitantly, saying she had something to tell him first.
“Director, actually…”
Was this the moment of confession?
He’d thought she was demure—but who knew she had such a playful side? A woman poised by day and seductive by night was every man’s dream, after all.
Seok Dong instinctively sensed he’d be the one to fulfill that dream. Filled with elation, he barely managed to control the stupidly swelling muscles around his cheeks.
“Wait, Jae In. Let’s not talk here—how about we go to the café downstairs? We can have coffee and chat.”
Seok Dong forcibly steered Jae In away from the studio desk and headed toward the first-floor café.
He was a romantic. A café would make a far better milestone location for becoming a couple than right in front of the studio desk.
“I mean I don’t want to date you, Director.”
But instead of sweet words, she delivered something unpleasant. She had no intention of dating him.
Thunderstruck by Jae In’s rejection, Seok Dong swallowed the rage rising in his chest. His narrow shoulders and bony ribs heaved violently from the effort.
“I’m sorry. I figured it wouldn’t be right to waste your time if you’re busy.”
He never expected to be rejected. Honestly, it hadn’t even crossed his mind in his dreams.
And yet—how could this be? The other party was a thirty-year-old woman. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have glanced twice at her.
But somehow, his eyes kept drifting toward her gentle yet toned figure. Again and again, he’d find himself picturing her flawless skin, perfectly aligned teeth, and stunningly beautiful face.
Because of her, he’d betrayed his mother’s advice—to find a woman in her twenties with a clean womb and no risk of birth defects. For the first time ever, he’d abandoned his rule of only dating women in their twenties.
And now this.
“What’s your reason?”
Seok Dong couldn’t understand.
Her job? Solid. Appearance? Not bad at all. Sure, her height of 171.4 cm was a tad disappointing—but money made such things meaningless.
His mother, who cherished him above all, had always told him so.
Yet, unbelievably—how dare she? How could a woman over thirty reject him, when he should’ve been grateful just for his attention?
Overwhelmed by disbelief, Seok Dong instinctively reached for the hot coffee in front of him—then, after burning his thin, weaselly lips, finally spat out a curse.
He’d realized this nightmare was reality.
“I’m just not interested in dating right now.”
“…Give me another chance. Think it over. You’ll regret saying that right now.”
His shortened words now dripped with pettiness and male arrogance.
Jae In didn’t want to look at this man any longer—his face twisted like someone choking on kimchi soup. She just wanted to leave.
She’d underestimated his persistence. She’d tried to end things gently, but clearly, that wasn’t going to work this time either.
“Jae In, you’re just naïve—you clearly don’t understand how rare it is to meet a man like me…”
“Men like you, Director, are everywhere.”
Seok Dong, mid-sentence trying to persuade her, froze with his mouth open, blinking dumbly. Slowly, his pitiful face drooped in disbelief.
“They’re as common as annoying summer mosquitoes. Even if you offered me money, I still wouldn’t go out with you.”
“…What?”
His pupils, unfocused from shock, trembled faintly.
“You’re the only son of Madam Nam Gwang Soon—the ‘Gwang’ and ‘Soon’ who owns Namkwang Building.”
“H-how do you know my mom…?”
“She came to the studio yesterday, asking all sorts of questions. Left tsk-tsking like she wasn’t satisfied.”
Seok Dong bit his lip.
His beloved mother—could she really throw ashes on his love life?
“Please don’t think I turned you down because of your mother. It’s just that—the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
His jaw hung open, unable to close. Seok Dong could only gape like a fish, utterly speechless.
“Here’s my coffee money. Keep the change. I’ll refund the remaining two weeks of your monthly payment.”
Jae In placed a 10,000-won bill next to her untouched coffee cup.
“I’ll leave first. Take care.”
Jae In stood and walked away.
Instead of watching her dignified figure recede, Seok Dong just glared at the 10,000-won bill on the table.
His narrow chin trembled slightly as he repeated to himself again and again that these tears weren’t from sadness—but from sheer frustration.
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“Didn’t I tell you not to get your hopes up?”
“Yeah.”
“Ugh, that pretentious guy. To me, he was screaming about filing a lawsuit for damages because work’s been impossible due to ‘personal reasons.’ And he looks like a dried-up enoki mushroom.”
Sang Hwa shivered, rubbing her arms.
The dental clinic director upstairs kept shouting at her several times a day, getting on her nerves. In her rush to help with on-site cleaning, she’d stepped on a nail embedded in scrap wood.
The swollen spot got infected, landing her in the hospital for over a week. She still had a bandage on her heel.
“But he is the building owner’s son. What if the yoga studio suffers because of this?”
“So what if he’s the owner’s son? Who’s the one who creepily clung to you during yoga class like an octopus? You were right to reject him.”
“To be precise, I’m not the tenant—you are. You’re the director; I’m just the instructor.”
“Right. I’m the figurehead director—no, figurehead studio head, Seo Sang Hwa.”
Sang Hwa giggled as she picked up the yoga mat on the floor to put it away.
Officially, Seo Sang Hwa was the business owner of “Yoga Mandala.” But most of the startup costs had come from Jae In’s account. Jae In had simply asked Sang Hwa to register as the owner on paper.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have come to Gangnam after all. He went on and on praising Gangnam while showing off his R-brand watch—how can such people even exist?”
“He only has money, so that’s all he’s got to brag about.”
“What even is this? The yoga studio just opened, and already this happens. Feels like the location’s cursed.”
“Hey, cursed? We’ve already signed up how many members this week alone. We’ll pay off our debt and become rich in no time. Just gotta watch out for that weird mother-son duo.”
Jae In smiled faintly and took a mop from the cleaning closet. There was quite a bit of dust and stray hair settled after the afternoon class.
“Don’t overdo it. We’ll run the vacuum again tomorrow morning anyway. Honestly, you and your obsession with tidiness.”
“Director Seo Sang Hwa—maybe because you’re just a figurehead, you care less about the studio.”
“And Instructor Yoon Jae In, the real owner, cares about it so much.”
Sang Hwa shot back as she opened the windows for ventilation. The cozy classroom instantly filled with sharp winter chill.
“Jae In, you’re sleeping at my place tonight.”
“Suddenly?”
“Yeah. For now, just stick with me. That guy’s not normal—he’s standing right outside the café, glaring at our studio.”
“…The dental director?”
“Yeah. That octopus.”
Jae In sighed deeply and swept the dust and hair on the floor into the trash can.
She’d been born stunningly beautiful. Yoon Se Na—the iconic actress who once dominated her era—had passed all her beauty to her only daughter. And thanks to a good mix of genes from her father’s side, Jae In’s looks were upgraded even further.
Unlike Yoon Se Na, famed for her exotic, sun-kissed beauty, Jae In was porcelain-pale like snow. Plus, she had even longer, more elegant limbs than her mother.
Yet Jae In felt uneasy about her own beauty. After all, unwanted attention and stares had caused her trouble more times than she could count.
In fact, after a horrifying incident ten years ago, she’d even considered plastic surgery to make herself look slightly less beautiful.
“Ha! What’s that dried-anchovy head going to do just glaring? When I glared back, he tucked his tail and ran—how ridiculous. Seriously, I can’t relax. You’re staying at my place tonight, right?”
“Okay.”
“I should’ve been there yesterday when that woman showed up. Tell me exactly what the building owner’s wife said.”
Prompted by Sang Hwa, Jae In recalled the woman who’d visited the studio yesterday. Even now, the memory only made her laugh bitterly.
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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