An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Perhaps too flustered, Da Jung blurted out for her mom out of the blue. Letting out a startled cry, Da Jung blinked wide-eyed and checked her watch.
The time was half past twelve. She desperately hoped she’d misread it after waking up, but the cruel clock hands refused to budge.
“It’s indeed half past twelve.”
“…….”
At that moment, a quiet voice beside her jolted her back to reality. With a near-tearful expression, Da Jung slowly began adding and subtracting in her head.
Roughly an hour from the airport to home. She’d left Gimpo around half past ten, so it should be half past eleven now. Yet the clock hands pointed firmly to half past twelve, which meant…
Realizing she’d unlawfully occupied someone else’s shoulder for a full hour, Da Jung couldn’t bring herself to lift her face. Her cheeks burned hot, and even her neck felt warm.
“You should’ve woken me up. I’m truly sorry.”
“Sleeping isn’t something to apologize for.”
“I think I even used your shoulder as a pillow…”
As she spoke and naturally turned her gaze, a mortifying scene unfolded before her eyes.
A faint but unmistakable crease, plus a smudge of powder on the black fabric—her eyes widened at the traces left on the man’s suit.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
Da Jung frantically flapped both hands, trying to brush off the mark. A light patting sound echoed briefly in the car, and suddenly, she recalled the rumor—that he avoided physical contact with women.
It was said he’d transferred his secretary simply for lightly touching his shoulder. People claimed he wouldn’t let women near him at all. So, was what she’d just done merely “lightly touching,” or something more?
Da Jung’s face paled as she tightly clenched both fists in midair. Her round fists and wide-open eyes were both fixed on Tae Sang.
“Th-that is… I mean…”
Still stammering, unable to form proper words, Tae Sang calmly tugged the bottom hem of his jacket.
A firm, deliberate gesture—his light motion felt less like adjusting his clothes and more like wrapping up a brief commotion.
“It’s fine.”
“…Huh?”
“I said it’s fine.”
His expression remained perfectly calm as he spoke.
Though he normally disliked even the slightest touch from women, she was different. With Han Da Jung, seeing her was fine, touching her was fine—even the dull ache in his chest felt somehow pleasant.
Tae Sang tightly suppressed the surging emotions within, like crashing waves, and spoke evenly.
“So there’s no need to keep standing there like that.”
“Am I… doing something?”
No sooner had her question dropped than he casually lowered his gaze. At the end of his piercing stare, like a needle pricking her, sat Da Jung’s tiny clenched fist.
“Oh.”
Awkwardly clasping her hands together to lower them, Tae Sang tossed in another remark.
“No need to make that kind of face either.”
“My… face looks how, exactly?”
“…….”
His finely arched brows furrowed slightly as he searched for the right words. After a pause, he slowly spoke, as if reaching a conclusion.
“Like a puppy who just caused trouble.”
“Oh.”
Da Jung quickly pressed a hand to her brow. Her naturally round eyes made even a slight furrow of the eyebrows look pitiful—she probably wore just such an expression right now.
Relaxing her eyes and gently rubbing her brow, a curious thought suddenly struck her.
‘He doesn’t seem to dislike it…’
Though it hadn’t been bare skin contact, it was still fairly direct—and she’d leaned on his shoulder the entire time she slept.
If he truly avoided contact with women as rumored, she’d have been kicked out of the car long ago.
So it really was just idle gossip. With that conclusion, her heart felt considerably lighter. Cheerfully, Da Jung spoke up.
“I’m sorry for freely using your shoulder. And thank you sincerely for driving me home.”
“Rest well.”
“Yes. Please take care on your way back, Deputy Managing Director.”
Da Jung bowed slightly and opened the car door. As she tentatively extended one leg onto the pavement, warm air quickly enveloped her skin.
After stepping out, she stood straight and adjusted her skirt—then suddenly, the trunk popped open with a thud.
Da Jung, who’d intended to retrieve her luggage herself, hurried toward the rear of the car.
There stood Tae Sang, naturally pulling out her trolley.
She’d already thanked him so many times she lost count.
Afraid it might sound tiresome, she now even felt awkward saying it again. Lightly rubbing her neck as she searched for suitable words, he slid the trolley’s handle fully out and turned it toward her.
“Your schedule will be reverted back to the original.”
“Really? But… is that okay?”
When someone in a high position interferes with fieldwork, problems tend to arise. Da Jung looked up at him, her expression filled with concern.
In response, he lightly furrowed his brows, applying subtle pressure at the front. The faint crease carried a hint of gentle reproach.
“Of course. It’s simply correcting what was wrong.”
“…….”
His matter-of-fact tone left no room for further objection. Da Jung could only nod silently, accepting his reasoning.
“Then… I’ll see you again next time.”
Though she knew full well it wouldn’t happen, she casually offered the usual farewell. Immediately, Tae Sang stepped forward sharply and slowly locked eyes with her.
“Did you throw away my business card?”
“Huh? What—Oh, no.”
Her rolling eyes quickly stilled. The only business card exchanged between them was the one he’d given her.
“You won’t go ignoring my calls like this again, will you?”
Tae Sang, a full head taller, looked down at her with just his eyes. Since she kept trying to slip away like an eel, his expression naturally turned stern.
Under his scolding gaze, Da Jung hesitantly opened her mouth.
“It’s not that I deliberately avoided calling…”
“If any work-related issue comes up, call me right away. Don’t just suffer in silence.”
“…….”
He sat at the very top of the company. It wasn’t as if she could easily call someone like him for help.
Determined to give a clear, confident reply, Da Jung lifted her chin—then, as she drew a soft breath to speak, her lips abruptly froze.
His deep-set eyes somehow looked helpless. A faint, hazy emotion clouded his dark irises—something akin to worry, or perhaps unease.
Swallowing her planned words silently, Da Jung instead replied,
“Okay… I will.”
Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Tae Sang gave a light nod.
“Then I’ll be off now.”
Da Jung bowed halfway at the waist and turned away from him. As she walked—click, click—the sound of her steps echoed, yet strangely, his footsteps remained silent.
Even without looking, she could vividly picture his stubborn feet, firmly planted in place. Her back tingled all the way until she entered the villa.
The old villa without an elevator took quite a while just to climb the stairs. Every day, Da Jung silently vowed, “I’ll move out this month!”—but it remained nothing more than an empty promise.
“Oh dear…”
Da Jung sighed as she climbed the stairs. Though the trolley’s weight was familiar, her exhaustion made it feel unusually heavy tonight.
Worried her heels might make noise, she tiptoed upward, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Phew…”
After winding up the flights, Da Jung finally reached her door and set her bag down with a soft sigh. Just then, a familiar voice drifted from inside.
“Kyahaha! Ah, I told you not to!”
“…?”
Her hand, reaching for the digital lock, froze midair. That bright, high-pitched laughter unmistakably belonged to her roommate, Young Mi—probably on a phone call.
She moved her hand again, only for a deep male voice to follow shortly after.
“Got it. Sorry, sorry—I won’t. Just blow out the candle already.”
“…….”
Instantly, a forgotten conversation flashed back into her mind.
‘Da Jung, what’s your schedule on my birthday?’
‘Wait… I’ll be in Paris for 36 hours. What about you?’
‘I requested and got the day off.’
‘Nice! You can have dinner with Do Hoon after work.’
‘Yeah, that’s the plan. But hyung’s returning late that day after a business trip.’
‘Oh, really?’
‘Yeah. So… would it be okay if I brought him home that evening? Not a full party—just the two of us cutting a cake.’
She’d planned to be out of the country—and out of Korea entirely—on that day. Naturally agreeing without hesitation, she’d even bought a few party hats that afternoon.
If only she hadn’t encountered that difficult customer, if only he hadn’t altered her schedule—or if only she’d remembered her conversation with Young Mi—countless “if onlys” poured down in her mind like a torrential downpour.
Shaking her head vigorously, Da Jung pulled her phone from her bag. Now wasn’t the time to blame others.
30 minutes late, but please forgive me! Happy Birthday!
After sending the message, Da Jung hoisted the trolley. Even though they split the rent, she had no right to disturb a couple enjoying a late-night moment.
Tiptoeing back down the stairs, her thoughts grew increasingly tangled.
It was far too late to ask a friend for a place to crash. Even if someone answered, she’d inevitably wake their entire family.
Nor could she possibly enter a motel still dressed in her uniform. Facing this unprecedented situation, she felt utterly at a loss.
Lost in thought, her downward steps felt strangely short—before she knew it, she stood at the first floor, gripping the door handle with a sinking heart.
With a creak, the glass door opened onto the street—and a familiar car caught her eye.
“…?”
The black sedan that had dropped her off and waited idly for a full hour still stood where she’d last seen it, as if parked just outside her home.
Staring at the car with puzzled eyes, a familiar voice reached her ears.
“Why aren’t you going in?”
“D-Deputy Managing Director… Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
Da Jung replied, dumbfounded.
“I was holding off because something seemed odd.”
“What?”
“The lights.”
He pointed with his fingertip toward somewhere on the building. Following his gesture, Da Jung noticed the windows—one per floor—lined up neatly.
She let out a short, “Ah,” and lowered her gaze.
From the entrance to the first floor, then up to the second, and finally the third—the warm yellow lights would’ve lit up like dominoes. Yet only on the third floor did the light stubbornly remain unextinguished.
This man seemed determined to see her not just to her building, but all the way to her door—even if only with his eyes.
Blankly staring at his stubbornly unmoving black shoes, she suddenly found their sharp toe drawing sharply closer.
“Where are you going—at this hour?”
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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