An Unbearable Marriage (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 9
Myung Ok stared at Tae Sang with a stunned expression. He had never particularly treated her like a mother, but he’d also never been this bluntly rude before.
Unable to find the right words, she stammered helplessly—until Tae Sang slowly opened his mouth.
“…It’s too noisy; I couldn’t hear you clearly.”
“Oh, is that so? It wasn’t anything important—just that Managing Director Kim contacted the Cabin Crew Department. Apparently, it was the Operations Team, the one handling schedules… Seeing as he had his secretaries make the call, it probably isn’t anything serious.”
Tae Sang furrowed his brows fiercely and clutched his phone tightly. His already sharp eyes, now darkened further by his scowl, instantly turned the atmosphere tense and hostile.
Unconsciously flinching, Myung Ok stepped back. Chairman Cha was like this too—as was her late husband. The men of the Cha family all carried a uniquely chilling aura.
“Understood.”
As she awkwardly adjusted her clothes and averted her gaze, Tae Sang abruptly ended the call with a single, curt phrase.
The moment his gaze fixed on her, Myung Ok lifted her chin high, as if she’d never faltered a second before.
“So, you finally see me now?”
“I’ve seen you since just now.”
“How exceedingly humbling of you.”
“No need to mention it.”
No matter how sharply sarcastic she was, his response remained simply calm—and utterly dismissive.
Myung Ok detested this side of Tae Sang to the bone. It felt like she was stomping her feet in frustration all alone before someone who refused to even acknowledge her—as if she were just some subordinate under his command.
Glaring fiercely with eyes wide open, she watched as he calmly began to speak again.
“I’m busy, so I’ll leave first.”
With an impassive expression, Tae Sang passed by Myung Ok’s side.
“Watch your behavior. Do you even realize how much embarrassment our group has suffered lately—all because of you?”
“That’s just perfect, then.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”
“You clearly enjoy it when I disgrace the group, so it must be a good thing—for you, at least. Ah…”
By then, Tae Sang had already come to a stop before the elevator. Without even glancing back at Myung Ok trailing behind him, he pressed the open button.
“To be precise, I prefer it when you personally smear my reputation with your own hands.”
“Oh dear, why do you speak like that? When did I ever smear your reputation? Anyone hearing this might think I’ve been spreading rumors behind your back.”
Myung Ok forced down the twitching corners of her mouth and barely managed to put on a hurt expression.
“Well, given all the scandals and the psychiatric counseling sessions… it’d be stranger if rumors *weren’t* spreading. Do you even know how uneasy the shareholders are feeling?”
“…”
Tae Sang cleanly ignored Myung Ok’s noisy grumbling and stepped into the elevator. After pressing the basement button, he turned slowly—his gaze, deliberately provocative, locking onto her.
“…What? What is that look for?”
His sharply defined jawline, increasingly pronounced toward the end; his hands shoved casually into his pockets; his head slightly lowered, eyes lightly raised—
Through the open doors, his silhouette exuded the same intimidating presence as a noir film’s lead protagonist. Unconsciously, Myung Ok swallowed hard.
At last, Tae Sang spoke.
“If we’re counting problems, your son has even more than I do.”
“What did you just say? You—!”
Just then—as if it had been waiting for this exact moment—the doors slid smoothly shut. Though Myung Ok frantically pressed the open button a moment too late, the elevator was already descending toward the basement.
Relying solely on Grandfather’s backing, making a scene despite her muddled mind.
She vented her fury on the innocent elevator buttons, spewing venomous words under her breath.
★ ★ ★
Late at night, at the arrivals hall of Gimpo Airport. After enduring two consecutive grueling quick-turn flights—a notoriously exhausting assignment—Da Jung staggered out of immigration like a zombie.
A “quick-turn” schedule meant returning to the departure point immediately upon arrival, without staying over.
Frequent takeoffs and landings, paired with brutally long duty hours—this was the number one flight crew members actively avoided.
“Haah…”
This had been a sudden schedule change. When she’d left the daycare center earlier, her excuse had been half-hearted—but afterward, her schedule truly began spiraling out of control, changing wildly and relentlessly.
Suppressing the urge to collapse right onto the airport floor, Da Jung headed toward the bus stop.
*Weeeng.*
As she shuffled forward, a faint vibration buzzed against her bag. Pulling out her phone, she saw a notification from the schedule app.
Your schedule has been updated. Please confirm.
“Again?”
The moment she read the message, Da Jung let out an unintentionally shrill cry.
What could possibly have changed *this* time? With a sinking feeling, she opened the app—and, as expected, her calendar was now packed with long, demanding flights.
In that instant, the man’s cryptic words echoed hauntingly in her ears:
“A person with no ability but plenty of pride—that’s Managing Director Kim.”
Until yesterday, it had merely been a “No way.” Today, it had shifted to “Could it be?” But now, with this blatant confirmation, doubt was no longer possible.
It was unmistakable: someone holding the title of Managing Director was shamelessly taking petty revenge behind her back.
“Ha… hahaha…”
So absurd and infuriating that a hollow, helpless laugh escaped her lips. After that brief outburst, her energy drained completely and her head drooped heavily—when suddenly, a stranger’s voice called out from behind her.
“Flight Attendant Han Da Jung?”
“Yes? Who… are you?”
Turning around, she saw a neatly groomed middle-aged man. Da Jung deliberately softened her gaze as she sized up this unknown figure.
An elegant yet deliberately inconspicuous suit, hair neatly combed back, black-rimmed glasses—his entire appearance screamed an effort to erase all traces of individuality.
The man calmly accepted her scrutiny before slowly speaking.
“There’s someone waiting for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes.”
He turned his head, gesturing toward a sedan parked some distance away—his movement slow but decisive. Drawn as if by magnetism, Da Jung’s eyes followed his—until she abruptly snapped them away.
“Who exactly is waiting for me?”
“Deputy President Cha Tae Sang.”
“What? Why would the Deputy President…?”
“Would you mind coming along briefly? He’ll explain everything himself.”
“…”
Even standing near him was enough to make her tense.
His intense gaze prickled her skin; his tone, effortlessly shifting between request and command—merely recalling him sent a chill down her throat.
Instinctively, Da Jung wanted to make an excuse and flee. But just then, as if reading her thoughts, the plain-clothed man suddenly spoke again.
“It really will only take a moment—and there’s nothing for you to lose.”
“…”
After a brief hesitation, Da Jung gave a small nod.
This meeting now was absolutely no coincidence—and if he wanted, encounters like this could happen anytime he wished.
Deciding to treat it like a chore to get over with, Da Jung steeled herself and walked toward the car.
“After you.”
When they reached the rear door, the man naturally reached for her trolley.
“Why…?”
“This isn’t a spot where we can park for long. Once you’re inside, I’ll start driving immediately.”
“Oh…”
Since many arrival flights landed around this time, the private vehicle zone was fairly crowded.
After a quick glance around, Da Jung willingly handed over her trolley. Even if the car drove away from the airport, she could simply ask to be dropped off at the nearest bus stop later.
*Click.*
Bending to enter the car, she saw a man whose presence fit the late night perfectly. In an instant, vividly, the sensations of that day flooded her whole body.
Her skin prickling under his persistent gaze; the quiet tremor his low voice stirred—though the memories had grown somewhat hazy in her mind, her body still remembered him with absolute clarity.
Carefully, Da Jung settled into the rear seat.
“Ah, hello.”
Her voice came out trembling like a baby goat’s—tense as she was. She belatedly cleared her throat with a soft “Khm, khm,” and tugged needlessly at the hem of her skirt.
Tae Sang met her gaze with deep, dark eyes and gave a light nod.
The rear seat—spacious if you considered it so, cramped if you didn’t—suddenly felt intimate as they sat facing each other, the distance between them shrinking instantly.
True to form, he dove straight into the main point.
“Why didn’t you call?”
“Huh?”
All her effort to steady her voice went to waste—the reply came out weak and flipped helplessly.
Why did this man always throw straight hooks the moment he opened his mouth? Her brows twitched slightly, and resentment began glinting faintly in her eyes.
“You said you’d have something you needed.”
“So… you were waiting for me *just* to ask why I didn’t call?”
“Among other things.”
“Among other things… what?”
His cryptic way of speaking quietly furrowed Da Jung’s brow. She already knew he wasn’t talkative—but for someone who’d suddenly appeared in the dead of night, his explanation felt far too minimal.
As she blinked up at him, his perfectly sculpted lips moved gently.
“I came to drive you home. Let’s go.”
Tae Sang issued a brief instruction toward the driver’s seat.
A leather partition separated the front and rear seats, with only the center portion made of glass. When the driver pressed a button on the console, the glass turned opaque.
“You must be tired—you can rest if you’d like.”
“No… it’s fine.”
He’d arrived at the airport timed to her flight’s arrival—and without even asking where she lived, he’d started driving.
Every detail was so unmistakably deliberate that her eyes instinctively sharpened. Da Jung looked at Tae Sang, eyes now notably sharper.
“You’ve violated the Personal Information Protection Act. Employee data certainly isn’t meant to be used like this.”
“I’ve broken far worse.”
His tone was casual, yet low enough that it carried no lightness at all.
For some reason, the atmosphere made her feel she *should* lower her eyes—but doing so oddly wounded her pride.
After a brief internal struggle, Da Jung subtly shifted her gaze sideways. Her plan was to first glance at his ear, then smoothly redirect her line of sight elsewhere.
But just as she slowly, stealthily turned her head—
He spoke again, unexpectedly.
And her escaping gaze was reeled right back to him.
“Why didn’t you contact me? Weren’t you going through something difficult?”
“It’s nothing like that.”
His brow instantly furrowed at her blatantly false reply.
He felt an urge to fire the people involved—*immediately*. But he feared doing so might wound Da Jung’s heart. That faint premonition was what kept him patient.
Clenching back a wave of impatience like a surging tide, he spoke calmly.
“Two consecutive days on the Jeju route—four takeoffs and landings *per day*. One day off—then quick-turns to Hong Kong and Macau. After that, for the entire month: minimal rest days and high-intensity flights.”
“…”
“And you still say nothing’s wrong?”
“Th… that’s…”
His tone was undeniably flat—on the surface, sounding devoid of emotion. Yet as he spoke, a strong sense of pressure built in his throat, escalating toward the end.
A strange hunch made Da Jung study his face—and she caught sight of his tightly clenched jaw.
He was unmistakably angry. Instinctively, Da Jung shifted into a defensive posture.
“Schedule changes… they happen all the time.”
“Not like this.”
His gaze—piercing, certain—left no room for doubt.
If she pushed back once more, he looked ready to recite the Operations Team Manual from memory. Da Jung exhaled softly, then slowly began to speak.
These words had lodged in her throat the moment she’d entered the car.
“Why… why do you keep paying attention to me?”
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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