An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
After service ended and time became free, Da Jung took the immigration declaration forms out from the document cabinet. As she separated the English and Korean versions and laid them out, Office Manager Jin Sun Mi called out from a distance.
“Da Jung, please also bring those to Business Class.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Da Jung set aside a few sheets intended for First Class passengers and headed toward Business Class.
Air Korea’s Business Class, known for offering a variety of services at a reasonable price, was always popular. True enough, when she opened the curtain, she was met with a cabin full of passengers enjoying champagne and wine.
Da Jung, adjusting the divider cord separating cabins, stepped lightly into the Business Class aisle. Just then, the one phrase she least wanted to hear shot toward her like an arrow and struck home.
“Hey, miss.”
Turning toward the voice, she spotted a middle-aged man flicking his finger in the air.
Should I just go ahead and cast his finger in a splint? Da Jung thought, eyeing his infuriatingly twitching fingertip, and approached him.
“Yes, sir.”
“This tastes pretty bad. Go get me one from First Class instead.”
He shoved the wine glass he’d been drinking from right in front of her and tossed the words out dismissively.
“I’m sorry the wine didn’t suit your taste. However, items from other classes cannot be brought in. May I instead bring you another wine from Business Class…?”
“I’ve already tried them all—that’s why I’m telling you. Honestly, how frustrating.”
His continued use of informal speech, rude attitude, and unreasonable request made him a textbook example of a problematic passenger worthy of being preserved in formaldehyde.
Da Jung suppressed her rising emotions and kept her expression calm. She’d eaten enough in-flight meals during her career that she wasn’t about to lose composure over a single passenger’s remark.
“Could you tell me what kind of wine you usually enjoy? Then I’ll do my best to find a similar option from our Business Class selection.”
“How would *you* possibly know?”
“Certainly. Our airline requires thorough food and beverage training as a basic standard.”
“What, tasting sessions and such? Do they even serve decent wine in places like that…? With your cheap palate, what makes you think you can recommend anything? Quit talking and just bring it.”
The man flapped his hand dismissively, shooing her like a fly. The faint breeze he created felt colder than a midwinter gale.
Da Jung tightened her trembling lips and spoke as calmly as possible.
“Sir, please refrain from speaking informally or using insulting language toward flight attendants.”
“What? Wait—you’re accusing *me* of acting superior? If the taste is bad, it’s bad. Can’t a customer even say that?”
“That’s not what I meant….”
“Shut up. Go call the cabin manager over. I didn’t want to bring this up, but my older brother works here as Managing Director! Do you even know that?”
He raised his voice further, even jabbing his finger in the air. His neck was already flushed red, and if left unchecked, his anger seemed ready to surge up to his hairline.
Da Jung softened her tone further and hurriedly tried to calm him.
“If I’ve upset you, I sincerely apologize. I only intended to explain that our policy is to provide equal service to all passengers.”
“Is that so? Then I’ll also file a complaint, following your so-called noble principle. I intended to go easy since I’m from a partner company, but this is just unacceptable. Go get your office manager now.”
“Sir….”
As if refusing to hear any more, he sharply turned his head toward the window. She called out earnestly several times, but he wouldn’t even acknowledge her.
“Yes, I’ll go get the office manager. Please wait just a moment.”
Da Jung bit her lip and bowed neatly. After glaring at the innocent carpet for a while, she finally looked up—and her eyes met, one by one, with passengers seated in the row behind her.
Their curious, staring gazes pricked like arrows. Though this wasn’t her first time facing such a situation, a wave of embarrassment surged, instantly turning her ears crimson.
—*Swish.*
Da Jung pulled back the curtain and crossed into the cabin. Inside First Class, it remained as quiet as ever.
It’s fine—it’s nothing, she reassured herself as she walked down the aisle, though her throat stung sharply.
Do people really not deserve basic respect unless they can afford premium wine? His words stuck in her throat like thorns. In that moment, sorrow coalesced into a lump that surged upward, choking her.
Her vision blurred, and she quickly changed course toward the restroom. She couldn’t afford to break down and sob like a first-year intern in the galley.
—*Thud.*
As soon as she closed the door and latched it, tears fell without hesitation.
Da Jung quickly bowed her head, letting the tears drop vertically—crying freely would inevitably ruin her eye makeup.
“Hah….”
Even after enduring such harsh words, her first worry wasn’t her feelings—but her makeup. A weary, hollow chuckle escaped her.
Large teardrops had already densely speckled the gray floor. As her emotions gradually settled, the man’s pouting, indignant face reappeared in her mind.
‘He’s probably going to complain again about how late I was….’
Da Jung faced the mirror and dabbed away her tears and runny nose with a tissue. Her eyes had already grown slightly red and swollen.
After tidying her face, she reached for the latch—when the cold metal sensation pricked her fingertips. She took a deep breath and quietly opened the door.
“Oh…”
The moment she stepped out of the restroom, she bumped straight into someone waiting outside. The man, standing tall with the overhead lights behind him, was so tall she had to tilt her head back to see him.
After raising her gaze for a while, cool eyes and dark pupils entered her field of vision.
“Have you been crying?”
“Eh? Oh—no, I haven’t.”
Da Jung hastily lowered her head. Crying wasn’t a crime, but she didn’t want to be seen as someone who caused emotional scenes at work.
“You can tell me anything.”
“I really wasn’t crying.”
“Han Da Jung.”
“Yes?”
“Do you know who I am?”
Though she wasn’t office-based, she certainly couldn’t fail to recognize her company’s Vice President.
Da Jung tilted her head slightly and opened her mouth.
“…Of course. You’re our company’s Vice President.”
“…”
Tae Sang looked at her with eyes heavy with bitterness.
Her wide, round eyes and bright, clear gaze betrayed complete ignorance—as if she were the one kept waiting, not him.
He felt a burning thirst and quietly lowered his gaze. His calm, lowered eyelashes barely managed to conceal his fiercely simmering eyes.
“Ah, I…”
Worried she’d made a mistake, Da Jung gaped wordlessly—until he spoke flatly.
“That’s right—I *am* the Vice President. So if anything happens, tell me. Looking after our employees is my job.”
“…”
That a person with the power to steer the entire company would offer to help a single staff member—it left Da Jung speechless, staring blankly at him for a long while.
“Your answer?”
“Ah—yes. Understood.”
Though gentle, his voice carried undeniable authority. As if entranced, Da Jung nodded and replied.
After studying her reddened eyes carefully for a moment, he turned and headed back toward the cabin. With every step, his well-fitted suit outlined his firm, defined silhouette.
She watched his retreating figure in a daze—until suddenly, a large question mark appeared in her mind.
‘Wasn’t he heading to the restroom too…?’
Da Jung tilted her head, puzzled, as she saw the man now sitting calmly in his seat.
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After hearing the situation, the office manager let out an overt sigh.
“Da Jung, have you flown for just a day or two? When someone’s clearly a troublemaker at first glance, you should’ve just handed it over and let it go.”
“I’m sorry. Other passengers were watching—I couldn’t give special treatment in front of them.”
“Hah… Seriously. Making trouble is practically your talent. Don’t you realize complaints affect the entire team’s evaluations?”
“…”
Though she’d followed procedure, there was no sign the office manager would side with her. Da Jung lowered her head and waited for her instructions.
“For now, show him the First Class wine list and serve whichever he selects. I need to head to the cockpit—Captain’s calling me. You go ahead first.”
“Yes.”
The office manager hurried off, stressing until the end that Da Jung must bow deeply. Left alone, Da Jung searched for the wine list and glanced around—
When Hwa Young, reading her expression, swiftly approached and handed her a long sheet of paper.
“Here.”
“Thank you.”
“Pfft—whether he’s the Managing Director’s brother or whatever, why should *we* care? Right?”
“Y-yes…”
Hwa Young’s snort was sharper than usual, tinged with unmistakable irritation. It was both endearing and touching—the way she got angry on Da Jung’s behalf while she herself slumped in exhaustion.
Da Jung offered a faint smile and reentered the cabin.
How much more would he squeeze her? If possible, she’d flee anywhere—but aboard a plane soaring through the sky, there was nowhere else to go.
—*Swish.*
With heavy heart, she parted the curtain—and the man lifted his head as if he’d been waiting. Looking at the wine list in her hand, he wore an expression that said, *Of course.*
Da Jung silently steeled herself and approached him.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.”
“Where’s the office manager?”
“She’ll be here soon—she told me to come first and show you the list. Would you like to take a look and see if anything catches your preference?”
He eyed Da Jung and the list skeptically before finally taking the paper. After a cursory glance, he flicked his wrist and tossed the list aside.
The stiff sheet struck Da Jung’s knee and fell to the floor.
“It’s not like I’m doing this because I’m desperate for a glass of wine.”
“…Yes. I understand what you mean.”
Da Jung picked up the fallen list and replied.
“This is about *attitude*—attitude, okay? How dare you ignore a customer like this?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry? You’re only saying that out of fear because I threatened to file a complaint.”
His flat, emotionless tone dripped with arrogance—the kind only someone fully convinced of their upper hand could muster.
“No—I truly am sorry. I never intended to upset you.”
“Really? Then kneel.”
“…What?”
She must have misheard. Kneel? Da Jung instinctively jerked her head up and stared at him. In response, he crossed his legs carelessly and pointed at the floor with his chin.
“If you’re *truly* sorry, then at least kneel. Otherwise, how else would I know?”
“M-Mister, no matter what, kneeling is…”
“Can’t kneel? Then let the office manager do it in your place.”
Complaints from premium-class customers heavily impacted performance evaluations. As a single mother raising two children, Office Manager Jin Sun Mi was more meticulous than anyone about maintaining clean records.
She’d undoubtedly kneel in Da Jung’s stead—and more. The thought made Da Jung feel cornered at the edge of a cliff.
How much time remained before Jin Sun Mi returned from the cockpit? Anxiously peering behind the curtain, Da Jung flinched as the man cleared his throat impatiently.
There was no choice. With a sense of utter humiliation, Da Jung stepped back one pace.
“I’m so sor—ah!”
*If only I endure, it’ll be fine.* As she bent her knee, a sudden hand shot out and seized her arm.
She steadied her wobbling legs and turned—only to meet a familiar face. The man who’d told her, *Tell me anything*—Cha Tae Sang.
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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