Hyeju, who handed her card to pay for the newly purchased sweater, froze. With little time left for lunch, she hadn’t even looked at the price tag before impulsively taking out the card.
“This sweater costs 1.27 million won?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
It’s just a sweater, after all. She thought it would cost at most 200,000 won. Hyeju felt like the sky was collapsing.
“From the moment it was in the luxury section, something felt off… Sigh.”
Rubbing her eyes, Hyeju checked the signboard of the shop again. The writing was all twisted and certainly not English. It was an unfamiliar place to Hyeju, who only knew Louis Vuitton and Burberry as luxury brands.
“Shall I ring it up for you, ma’am?”
Her grip on the card tightened.
Should she apologize and run away? Or should she offer a box lunch for three months and ten days as a gesture of apology? Or…?
“Ma’am?”
Sigh.
“Please… ring it up.”
Zip, zip. The sound of the receipt being printed rang cheerfully. Hyeju looked at the receipt with teary eyes. The number 1,270,000, printed clearly, automatically triggered a calculator in her mind.
With that money, she could eat at fancy restaurants for a whole year… With that money, how many outfits could she buy? How many months of rent would it cover?
It felt like a waste of Ojangyukbu (beef tripe soup). Hyeju rolled the stiff shopping bag and wandered aimlessly.
“Kang Juwon, I didn’t expect you to be such a spendthrift. Buying a sweater for over a million won in this recession.”
As she thought about it, she felt a sense of regret.
In reality, Hyeju knew that the concept of wasting money didn’t apply to Kang Juwon at all.
His family was a longstanding wealthy family, still owning several highrise buildings only in Gangnam. Someone raised in such a household might consider a million won for a sweater to be frugal.
“Whatever, it doesn’t mean anything…”
Hyeju murmured, shaking her head, and left the store.
When Hyeju arrived at the office, she confidently barged into the CEO’s office like a horned beast. As lunchtime was over, Juwon was fully engrossed in his work.
“CEO, it’s Oh Hyeju.”
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s about the ruined sweater. I bought a new one.”
Glancing briefly at Hyeju over his laptop, Juwon replied dryly.
“Put it there.”
Having endured a substantial financial loss equivalent to two months’ rent, Hyeju felt a subtle resentment as if she were being treated like a onehundredwon candy.
“Haven’t you tried it on?”
“I’ll try it on myself. You may leave.”
“…Yes, then.”
With boiling frustration inside, Hyeju bowed slightly and turned away.
The CEO’s office and Hyeju’s workspace were on the same floor. As Hyeju returned to her seat, a good idea suddenly popped into her mind.
“I just bought new clothes for myself. So, can’t I keep the shrunken sweater?”
Someone received a 1.27 million won sweater as new, while someone else was left emptyhanded. No matter how she thought about it, it felt unfair. Whether she had a use for it or not, it didn’t make sense for Kang Juwon to have both sweaters.
“Yeah! When compensating with a new item, it’s a principle to collect the old one, right? I can just stretch it and wear it myself, can’t I?”
With the firm belief that she wouldn’t ask Juwon for any favors, Hyeju abruptly turned and headed for the CEO’s office.
She had heard that if you soak a shrunken sweater in fabric softener, it will stretch out a bit. Even if she had to do that, she would make use of it.
Knock, knock.
“CEO, it’s Oh Hyeju.”
“Hmm.”
Hyeju opened the door, the answer coming out with a hint of fear.
“Upon further thought, I have a suggestion about that sweater earlier…”
Hyeju’s words were cut off as she found herself staring blankly. In front of her eyes were six welldefined abdominal muscles shining brilliantly.
“!”
Her jaw dropped in astonishment at the unexpected spectacle. The meticulously sculpted abs were breathtakingly perfect, even in broad daylight.
“Oh, sorry. I was trying on the clothes you gave me.”
Juwon had his arms crossed in an Xshape as he took off the sweater. In the process, his undershirt rode up, revealing his welldefined abs.
“It fits well.”
Juwon completely removed the sweater and casually pulled down his undershirt. The orderly muscles vanished in an instant, hidden beneath the fabric.
“Why…”
“Oh, well…”
In that brief moment when her gaze was captivated, Hyeju immediately recalled the purpose of her visit.
“That sweater I left behind earlier, can I take it with me?”
“You can take it. Are you going to wear it?”
“Yes. Since it doesn’t fit the CEO anyway, I thought it would be better if I wore it.”
“Sounds good.”
Juwon handed her the shopping bag he had placed under the desk.
Why is he giving it back so generously for once? Hyeju wondered as she accepted the shopping bag.
“Then I’ll wear it well.”
“Sure.”
Hyeju nodded slightly, closed the door, and disappeared.
Juwon draped the jacket he had hung over the chair on his shoulders and stared at the closed door. A smile crept up on his lips for a brief moment.
“How cute.”
He wondered why she bothered taking a sweater that didn’t fit and wouldn’t come back again. Now he understood.
“Could it be she wants to wear couple outfits with me?”
That would make it awkward to wear them in public.
“Hmm.”
Juwon stroked his chin and looked at the shopping bag. The blue color seemed brighter than before, and he liked it.
Amidst the ongoing daydream, Seungwon was also experiencing days of confusion.
The memory of the day he hugged Hyeju at the bar a few days ago lingered in his mind.
The feeling of relief he felt in his arms, her hair tickling his nose, and her small shoulders.
He realized then how petite Oh Hyeju was. Because of her lively and fiery personality, he had always relied on her like an older sister, but he had never thought of protecting her. She used to say that even if she collapsed on the street after drinking, no one would help her. But that was the first time he felt it.
Maybe… maybe I’ve been wrong in my thinking.
Oh Hyeju was small and delicate. Her shoulders, which I hugged for the first time, seemed fragile as if they would break with a light touch, and her hunched posture was catlike.
It felt like I should protect her, like I wanted to protect her.
It was the first time I had ever felt that way. Even if the same situation were to happen again, it felt like I would prioritize taking care of Hyeju.
“Why? Why am I acting like this?”
I was in a committed relationship. I couldn’t understand why my heart was behaving this way towards such a topic. It felt suffocating, as if something was blocking my throat, and my chest ached. The more I thought about it, the more my head throbbed, but I couldn’t grasp what the problem was.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Uh, yeah.”
Dahee was engrossed in the conversation about Hyeju asking for a large sum of money for the sweater.
“So, Hyeju demanded over a million won.”
“A million won?”
“Actually, it’s exactly 17 million won. Isn’t that amazing?”
Seungwon, who had been lost in his thoughts, suddenly felt a sense of discord in Dahee’s expression. He couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it was quite an unsettling feeling.
Hyeju lost several months’ worth of rent in an instant, and Dahee was laughing. Hyeju’s misfortune seemed like someone else’s perfect stranger.
If the roles were reversed, Hyeju would never laugh. Seungwon could even bet his newly bought gaming console on that.
But why… are you… smiling?
“Are you enjoying this?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Dahee’s expression hardened in an instant.
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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