While she cursed inwardly, the employee opened the door.
She only had to enter as he gestured and then bowed politely, disappearing from Woo Yeon’s sight.
The only thing that caught Woo Yeon’s eyes now was one person.
Unlike the last two times in the hotel, he was in a formal suit, tightly worn tie, and neatly combed hair.
Cha Tae Kyung, exuding more masculinity than when she encountered him seven years ago, was drinking alone.
Her heart fluttered.
“Come in,” he didn’t say, but Woo Yeon’s eyes briefly met with Tae Kyung’s.
Pretending to be overwhelmed by his gaze, she deeply seated herself 90 degrees to the right of him.
A short silence followed between the two. Cha Tae Kyung didn’t speak, and neither did Woo Yeon.
The air, heavy enough to be cold and chilling, touched her cheeks. Just when she was thinking it was needless to have come, he quietly pushed a drink towards her.
Her heart unwittingly pounded at the movement of his long fingers. The room was spacious and comfortable, so she should have felt at ease.
But Woo Yeon found herself struggling to breathe. It was as if heat was rising to her cheeks, just like turning on a heater in this pleasant season.
It was unmistakably because of his gaze.
“Should I pour it for you?”
At Cha Tae Kyung’s quiet question, Woo Yeon shook her head.
“I’m sorry, I drove here.”
Her eyelids settled gently, brushing against the dry air.
Saying she drove to a drinking place was a good excuse. Although she didn’t learn to drive for that reason, it had been convenient in many ways.
As her gaze dropped to the floor past the table, he burst into laughter.
“You drove to come here?”
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She didn’t like the fluttering emotion stirring inside her, so this time she didn’t avoid Tae Kyung’s gaze.
Woo Yeon raised her head stiffly, meeting his eyes directly.
“Yes.”
“Why? Were you afraid I’d get Yoon Woo Yeon drunk and do something?”
“…….”
“Do I look that dangerous to you?”
Maybe. It seems like that.
And also seems not to be.
Losing objectivity must be the fault of that dignified appearance.
With a self-deprecating smile, Woo Yeon took off the hat she had been wearing.
“Don’t make a fool of yourself thinking that.”
Woo Yeon picked up the water bottle in front of her instead of alcohol, filling the empty glass.
She lightly shook the glass of water in front of him, eliciting a chuckle from him.
Woo Yeon wanted to respond just once to Cha Tae Kyung’s intrigued gaze.
Today was surely the best day in Yoon Woo Yeon’s life, and it was supposed to be a good day.
She really didn’t want to spoil this mood.
“I have something to ask.”
That was Woo Yeon speaking.
“Go ahead.”
“Why do you always stare at people so intently?”
“Did it upset you?”
“What if it did?”
“Then I’ll stare even more intently.”
“…….”
“Yoon Woo Yeon.”
Woo Yeon cut off Tae Kyung’s words, calling her name softly. It was neither an interview nor a place to apologize or persuade.
It meant she no longer had to concede or be considerate towards him.
Woo Yeon shrugged her shoulders.
“I thought a thousand thoughts while descending the staircase from the entrance to this place. Wondering why I came here, thoughts like that.”
He chuckled mischievously.
“But you came?”
“…….”
“To the room. Next to me. Into my eyes.”
“That’s true.”
“Do you like me?”
It was a question she couldn’t answer rashly. So she shook the glass again, making it noisy.
“Let’s toast.”
“A toast?”
“To a special day for me.”
“…….”
“For anchor Yoon Woo Yeon. One shot.”
Brazenly, Woo Yeon spat out those words.
The toast was unfair, with different contents in each glass.
Yet, somehow, she felt Cha Tae Kyung wouldn’t refuse.
One glass, two glasses… six, seven glasses. The number of drinks they had already surpassed, even though Woo Yeon’s were all water, ensuring she wouldn’t get drunk.
What about Cha Tae Kyung?
As she sipped the next drink, she looked at him with clear eyes. His gaze on Woo Yeon hadn’t changed from the first drink.
Does it taste good?
That seemed to be what his eyes, growing deep with a smile, were asking.
“…….”
It was problematic if it kept going like this.
In front of a man who seemed determined to enchant her, Woo Yeon had to swallow dryly. For some reason, her heart tightened whenever she looked at him.
That day, at that event. The thing that made me most uncomfortable was indeed this man’s gaze.
Woo Yeon tried to change her thoughts.
“Thanks to you, I successfully finished today’s news. Thank you.”
She formally expressed her gratitude, to which Tae Kyung responded with a dry laugh.
“Then you should reward me.”
“What?”
“You look like you don’t like it?”
“…….”
“Shall I give the reward instead?”
Woo Yeon bit her lip briefly. Unable to find a retort, she looked around for a moment.
She could fill a minute with just a few words for the news, but conversations with Cha Tae Kyung, as always, didn’t flow easily to the next sentence.
“Does your boyfriend know?”
He asked as he put down his drink, opening his moist lips. Woo Yeon shrugged and then slowly lowered her shoulders, trying not to be captivated by Tae Kyung any further.
She had no intention of correcting the lie that she had a boyfriend.
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It was the minimal Maginot Line that she had drawn for Tae Kyung.
A kind of warning not to come any closer.
“What?”
“Drinking with me.”
Woo Yeon smiled lightly.
“It doesn’t seem to be about the drink.”
“Then let’s make it about drinking from now on.”
Yet, he was precariously crossing even that line, approaching closer.
Before she could argue, he poured strong liquor into Woo Yeon’s emptied glass, filling it up.
Ridiculously, it felt like a cup of poison.
Drinking this, she had a foreboding sense of becoming fatefully entangled with Cha Tae Kyung.
Woo Yeon hesitated. As she gazed at the filled glass, Tae Kyung poured liquor into his own glass as well.
“Drink.”
It was an irresistibly charming low voice. The overwhelming aura unique to Cha Tae Kyung shone even in this moment.
Woo Yeon, as if enchanted, slowly drank the poison.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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