An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“Han Da Jung.”
“Yes?”
She stopped walking and turned around—only to see a small piece of paper already held in his hand, as if he’d pulled it out at some point unnoticed. The rectangular card glinted in the light; it was unmistakably a business card.
“You’ll need this.”
“Why are you giving this to me…?”
“Because he’s the kind of man who may lack ability, but never pride—Managing Director Kim.”
He extended the card toward her as he spoke.
“Are you implying he might try to sabotage me?”
“Let’s just call it ‘a one-in-a-million precaution.’”
Printed clearly on the card was his personal cellphone number. Though just a short string of digits, it was enough to blur the line between professional and personal.
Da Jung stared briefly at his insistently outstretched hand before finally accepting the card.
“Thank you for your concern… Executive Vice President.”
That added title sharpened the previously blurred boundary once more.
Tae Sang gazed at Da Jung with distant, heavy eyes—as if wanting to protest, to object to being pushed so decisively beyond that line again.
But failing to recognize the right moment to retreat was simply not his style.
“It’s nothing.”
By now, the aircraft, having significantly lowered its altitude, was nearing landing.
It had been a long—and strange—day. First, an all-time-tier troublemaker barged into her life, and then an executive vice president shoved his business card into her hands.
With dazed eyes, she crossed the arrivals hall, her chest pocket feeling unusually heavy. Apparently, those three characters—“Executive Vice President”—had somehow made the tiny card weigh more.
Da Jung, her mind tangled, headed toward the taxi stand. Normally, she’d never consider this direction, but today, all she wanted was to get home and rest—urgently.
“Driver, Hwagok-dong, please.”
Upon hearing the destination, the driver gave a light nod and started the car.
The moment the tires glided onto the road, a gentle vibration traveled through the seat. Da Jung leaned back against the headrest and released the tension from her stiff spine.
Only when she finally slumped into a relaxed posture did the realization hit: it was over. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, a sudden thought popped into her mind, tapping lightly at her consciousness.
“Oh—my phone…”
It had been quite a while since landing, yet she’d completely forgotten to turn off airplane mode. Da Jung quickly lifted her head and pulled out her phone.
After a few familiar taps, the screen responded and data connected smoothly. Just as she began typing a message to her roommate saying she was on her way, a torrent of loud notifications flooded in like a deluge.
-Beep, beep, beep, beep-ding. 300+
Over three hundred unread messages poured out of the group chat—her classmates’ group.
-Wow, seriously? So who *was* that person?
-Turns out, he was the vacationing Passenger Service Managing Director.
Nope—not the Managing Director himself, but his younger brother.
-Whoever he is, he really messed up big time.
-Heard he was a flight attendant originally seated in Economy, sent to Business Class to run an errand.
Nope—not Economy, but First Class. Sent to run an errand.
-Oh, and rumor has it the Executive Vice President was on that same flight for a business trip.
-Holy crap! Whoever that person is, their life is officially over.
Yep. Exactly. Thanks, friends, for the passionate support.
She had no idea where to even begin correcting this mess. Of course, stories from flights tended to spread like urban legends—but today’s version felt unusually extreme.
Da Jung let out a quiet sigh and adjusted her grip on her phone.
-Guys, my life isn’t over yet…
-But… about our Executive Vice President—is that rumor really true?
As she slowly typed her reply, another message popped up one second earlier, halting her fingers mid-air.
‘Ru… mor?’
Da Jung froze, eyes locked on the screen.
Was it about the broken engagement? Or perhaps his notoriously cold personality? She knew well enough he was none of her concern anymore—yet that nagging curiosity stubbornly seeped through anyway.
Moments later, a flood of vivid, colorful eyewitness accounts burst forth.
-He supposedly axed an entire department after they missed their targets.
-When his secretary accidentally brushed his shoulder while taking his jacket, he transferred her—though apparently, to a much better department, even promoting her.
-Does the Executive Vice President really have a phobia of women?
“Phobia… of women?”
Her head tilted slightly, and the puzzled question slipped out before she could stop it. Da Jung quickly pursed her lips and stared back at the screen.
Beside the message bubble was her classmate’s photo—the ever-reliable informant. Da Jung erased her draft and began typing anew.
-A phobia of women? Are you sure?
-Yep. Absolutely sure. A friend working at headquarters said he won’t let any woman come near him. Even that broken engagement was forced by family elders.
“…”
This time, her head tilted fully to the side.
His behavior today had been anything *but* that of someone avoiding women—and he had, clearly, albeit briefly, grabbed her arm.
Two conflicting truths seemed to pull at her like a tug-of-war. Unable to side with either, Da Jung simply rolled her eyes.
Just then, a sudden ringtone snapped the taut rope cleanly in two.
‘Teacher Eun Ji’
Seeing the caller ID, Da Jung pressed the answer button without hesitation.
“Yes, Teacher.”
「Da Jung, how have you been?」
The caller was Young Jin’s piano teacher. Though Young Jin was a natural talent requiring little instruction, these lessons—started half a year ago—were meant to train her for the college entrance exam piano audition.
Assuming this was a routine call about lesson progress or direction, Da Jung exchanged pleasantries—only to sense an unusual heaviness in the teacher’s voice.
After a long pause, she finally revealed her reason for calling.
「But… has Young Jin been going through something lately?」
“No. She’s usually fine—other than playing piano, she doesn’t have much going on… Why do you ask?”
「Ah, well… it’s a bit awkward to bring this up over the phone, but… Young Jin was two hours late for her last lesson.」
“Two hours?”
「Yes.」
Uncharacteristic for Young Jin, who loved piano more than anything. Alarmed, Da Jung straightened up in her seat.
「She claimed she overslept and missed her alarm—but she didn’t look like she’d just woken up. Honestly, she seemed like she’d rushed in from outside.」
“Right…”
The explanation continued: Young Jin had suggested pausing lessons for a while—and the teacher had even spotted her working part-time at a convenience store near her school.
Da Jung’s jaw dropped at the bewildering news—then a heavy blow landed squarely on the back of her head.
“What? Next month’s lesson fee?”
「Yes. She said she’d discussed it with you and decided… that she wanted it refunded. But honestly, it didn’t quite ring true.」
“Teacher, I’ll call you back later—I’m so sorry, I have to hang up!”
Da Jung blurted out the words and hastily ended the call. Then, pulling up her call log, she immediately dialed Young Jin.
For once, the short ringtone felt agonizingly long. Anxiously biting her lip, Da Jung focused every ounce of attention on the phone pressed to her ear.
Soon, her younger brother’s voice came through—slightly rougher than usual.
「Yeah. It’s me, Nuna.」
“Han Young Jin, where are you right now?”
「Where else? The dorm.」
“The dorm?”
Faint but unmistakable, a familiar sound mingled in the background—monotonous yet cheerful: the chime of a convenience store entrance.
Suppressing her rising anger, Da Jung spoke calmly.
“I can hear the chime behind you.”
「…It’s the convenience store right in front of the dorm. I just stepped out quickly to buy a drink.」
“To *buy*? Not to *work*?”
「What… are you talking about?」
“What do you mean, ‘what’? What on earth are you—!”
A surge of emotions—betrayal from his silence, worry over this reckless act—tangled together and burst out in a raised voice.
But her sharp accusation faltered before it could land. A buried sense of guilt had suddenly reared its head.
Her high-school-senior brother, standing behind a convenience store counter late at night—clearly needing money, yet unwilling to burden his older sister enough to even mention it.
Da Jung exhaled an almost inaudible sigh and continued, voice steady.
“I just spoke with the teacher. You skipped your lesson to work a part-time job—and on top of that, asked her to refund your lesson fee.”
「Whoa… Teacher Eun Ji’s sneakier than she looks.」
“Is *that* what you’re going to say right now?”
「I told her I’d pay her back next week.」
He’d assumed she’d hand over the money without even checking? Da Jung let out a short, exasperated “Ha” before continuing.
“What’s going on? Why do you suddenly need money?”
「It’s not really about money—I’m just, y’know, gaining some social experience?」
“…Han Young Jin, want to get hit as many times as there are keys on a piano?”
「Do you even know how many keys there are?」
“This is serious!”
That familiar, stomach-turning frustration surged—and her voice instantly rose.
Perching atop people’s heads with ease was her brother’s lifelong hobby—and personality trait, apparently.
Raised on constant praise as a prodigy, he turned out like this—and in moments like this, she truly wanted to slap his back hard.
Swallowing her anger with effort, Da Jung pressed on.
“Fine. I’ll count them one by one and hit you accordingly—just hurry up and explain. Why do you suddenly need money?”
「…To give to my friends.」
“Friends? Which friends?”
「…」
“Hello?”
Her brother—who normally excelled at backtalk—had abruptly clamped his mouth shut. Something felt off. Da Jung dove rapidly into her thoughts.
A moment later, the answer surfaced—disappointingly obvious. Simultaneously, the faint, lingering smile on her lips vanished entirely.
“You’re not seriously planning to bring money to your Hope Village friends, are you?”
「…」
“Han Young Jin.”
「…Nuna.」
“Yes, Young Jin. Tell me.”
「Director Dad seems to be sick. He’s been admitted to the hospital.」
“What…? Director Dad?”
Stunned by the unexpected news, Da Jung’s expression froze completely.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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