David's Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
Something long and pitch-black, like a centipede, dropped with a plop onto her palm.
“Mommy…!”
Ha Yeon flinched, shoulders hunching—only to freeze when she realized it wasn’t some insect, but her fake eyelash.
“Ahaha, how’d this…?”
*It’s right there.* Ha Yeon muttered, voice barely audible. An awkward silence hung between them.
The stifling air grew unbearable, so Ha Yeon fiddled absentmindedly with the eyelash in her hand—until suddenly recalling her facial symmetry was ruined, she gently peeled off the other one dangling from her opposite eye.
Witnessing this, Min Je let out a shaky breath and spoke.
“Let’s talk for a moment.”
“Yes, uh… sure.”
Ha Yeon, trying to gauge what mistake she’d made, and Min Je, staring with a conflicted expression at Ji Hoo’s sleeping face—both wore stiff expressions, though for entirely different reasons.
They left Ji Hoo’s room and sat facing each other on the small sofa in the second-floor living room.
*Phew.* Min Je exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair. Ha Yeon flinched, eyebrows twitching, before forcing her expression back into composure.
No matter how much she pondered, she couldn’t fathom why he looked so grave. Surely sleeping beside Ji Hoo instead of in her own room wasn’t that serious an issue. Reviewing her actions, she couldn’t recall doing anything warranting such a sigh from him.
“Please speak freely.”
Ha Yeon summoned the practiced, customer-service smile honed over years of part-time jobs.
“I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable. I just… wanted to check whether you’re encountering any difficulties while caring for Ji Hoo.”
*Oh.* Hearing Min Je’s words, Ha Yeon relaxed, releasing the tension she’d built up.
“I actually had a few questions in mind already—please forgive me if any seem overly bold.”
She added this clarification to avoid offending him, then carefully observed his expression. After all, she firmly believed that to ensure Ji Hoo’s healthy growth, there were things she *needed* to know—even,
even if it meant touching Min Je’s most painful wound.
“It’s fine—just say whatever’s on your mind.”
Even after Min Je granted permission, Ha Yeon paused a beat longer before hesitantly opening her mouth.
“Um… what happened to Ji Hoo’s mother…?”
“She’s in… heaven. Sadly…”
Min Je’s face looked so deeply sorrowful as he spoke those words that Ha Yeon momentarily lost her voice.
“I know Ji Hoo is far more mature than children his age—always insisting he can do things alone, saying he’s fine.”
Ha Yeon recalled Ji Hoo’s behavior thus far. She’d never once seen him express emotions typical of a child his age. Precisely this worried her.
“It’s reassuring to know you’re attentive to that, Director.”
Hearing Ha Yeon’s words, Min Je slowly stroked his chin. Apparently, the image she held of him—as a caregiver—wasn’t particularly flattering. Well, he couldn’t deny that truth, nor did he feel the need to defend himself.
“So you’re blaming me.”
Min Je let out a bitter chuckle, tinged with self-mockery.
“To be honest… yes. At Ji Hoo’s age, parents wield absolute influence. Moreover… Ji Hoo deserves twice the love—both his father’s *and* his mother’s share.”
Ha Yeon prided herself on understanding better than most just how profoundly parental love shapes a person’s life—because when life grew harsh and unbearable, it was the memory of her parents’ love that kept her standing.
Without those tender, selfless memories of her parents, Ha Yeon doubted she could have endured her present life.
Stung by Ha Yeon’s candid words, Min Je grimaced. Her gentle face, paired with her blunt speech, pierced straight through to his chest.
“I know that too. I do… but…”
Min Je couldn’t even believe he was blurting this out in front of a younger woman. No matter how painfully the issue of Ji Hoo nagged at him like a thorn embedded deep in his heart, he hadn’t *needed* to go this far.
“…I just don’t know how.”
He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. This was the first time in Kang Min Jae’s life he’d laid bare his innermost thoughts so honestly.
Having grown up an orphan, never knowing his parents’ faces, he’d pulled himself up by his bootstraps—yet the matter of Ji Hoo remained a tangled, impenetrable knot: something he longed to understand but simply could not.
Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion—from wanting so badly to love the boy, yet not knowing how, only sighing helplessly at the sleeping child’s face—that finally cracked open the dam. His innermost feelings, never revealed to anyone before, burst forth unbidden.
“You don’t… know how?”
Ha Yeon echoed, dumbfounded. Realizing he’d probably said too much, Min Je brushed a hand over his dry face—but the words, once spoken, couldn’t be taken back.
“That’s right. I truly don’t know what to do. How to express love to a child… I haven’t the faintest clue.”
As he spoke, brow deeply furrowed, Ha Yeon suddenly recalled an old article she’d read: contrary to appearances, Director Kang Min Jae had endured a difficult childhood, which explained his deep commitment to philanthropy and charity work.
She’d squealed like a fan upon learning that—but had completely forgotten the *reason* behind it. As a fan, she was utterly undeserving.
*‘In the end… was I only ever captivated by his looks?’*
Wincing inwardly, Ha Yeon scrambled to think of something—*anything*—to say. What *should* one say in situations like this?
“I’ll help you!”
At her bold declaration, Min Je raised one eyebrow. Ha Yeon rolled her eyes internally. She had no idea *how much* or *in what way* she could possibly help—and this wasn’t a matter where reckless offers were appropriate.
This whole idea only worked if Min Je actually welcomed her help, and whether he trusted her remained uncertain. Ha Yeon worried she’d spoken out of turn, studying his expression anxiously.
His initially incredulous look soon turned serious.
“I’ll… gladly accept that help.”
Somehow, he felt that *she*, of all people, could spark a change in his relationship with Ji Hoo. A flicker of hope rose within him—that Ji Hoo might finally laugh, chatter, and live like any ordinary child his age.
If that were possible, he’d accept *any* help offered.
“Then I’ll do my absolute best to assist!”
Ha Yeon beamed, speaking with spirited determination.
*Do my best to help.* Though their roles somehow felt reversed, Min Je smiled faintly, relieved—his mental burden slightly lighter, needing no further words.
[This is the timeline separator]Saturday arrived. Over breakfast, Ha Yeon turned toward Min Je and Ji Hoo with a meaningful smile.
“You two didn’t forget your appointments with me today, right?”
Since Ha Yeon had firmly insisted yesterday they keep their mornings free, Min Je nodded.
“But what are we doing?”
Finding Ji Hoo’s wide-eyed question adorable, Ha Yeon affectionately patted the boy’s soft cheek and smiled.
“Something *extremely* fun—we’ll see!”
Yet rather than excitement, Min Je and Ji Hoo exchanged uneasy glances, sensing an inexplicable wave of anxiety.
Noticing Ha Yeon busily moving about inside the art studio, Min Je peered in.
A massive sheet of plastic covered the entire floor. *Where on earth did she get that?*
As Min Je exhaled sharply, Ha Yeon—uncannily sensing his gaze—lifted her head.
“Everything’s ready now. Since your clothes might get dirty, please change into something you don’t mind discarding.”
She smiled, waving her hands playfully—but Min Je nearly blurted out his actual thought: *Why would I own clothes I’m okay throwing away?*
“I think I can just do it like this.”
He shrugged, prompting Ha Yeon to narrow her eyes slightly.
“You’d wear *that* outfit as-is?”
“Yes.”
Ha Yeon scrutinized his attire—no matter how she looked at it, the fabric appeared quite expensive.
*Fine. You’ve been warned—don’t blame me later.* Sighing softly, she instead asked Min Je to fetch Ji Hoo.
“Welcome, everyone! Today, we’re going to do something incredibly fun.”
She intentionally raised her voice to mask her awkwardness—but embarrassment still flushed her cheeks hot.
*‘Damn it—anyone, please just react already.’*
Father and son stood identically, same posture, same gaze. Ha Yeon sighed, watching them stand stiffly and crookedly in one corner like sacks of grain dumped haphazardly.
“C’mon, c’mon—both of you, roll up your pants and sleeves!”
But Ha Yeon wasn’t one to back down so easily. Clapping her hands like a huntress corralling prey, she shouted encouragement.
Pressed by her energy, the two reluctant men slowly began rolling their sleeves up—slug-paced.
“I’ll help you, Ji Hoo.”
With brisk efficiency, Ha Yeon rolled up Ji Hoo’s sleeves and pant legs. Turning back, she noticed Min Je’s sleeves haphazardly folded.
*Sigh—really.* Without thinking, Ha Yeon approached and grasped his sleeve.
“We’ll be using paint. If your sleeves slip down later, it’ll be hard to roll them back up.”
Adjusting his sleeve firmly—just as she would for a child—Ha Yeon only snapped back to awareness when her hand brushed against his forearm.
Her heart abruptly raced at the sight of his taut, muscular arm.
*Oh god—I must be losing it.* Though she trembled inwardly, lashes fluttering, Ha Yeon carefully finished rolling his sleeve without revealing a trace of her fluster.
“All… done.”
Min Je quietly chuckled, watching Ha Yeon turn away without meeting his eyes. *Where does this woman even get such energy?* Moreover, the way her thoughts flashed plainly across her face was oddly charming.
“As you can see, I’ve prepared paints in many colors. You can dip your hands or feet and press them onto paper, or simply paint freely.”
Ha Yeon composed her expression as she spoke. Though she’d ambitiously planned this activity to foster natural bonding between father and son, her confidence kept faltering inexplicably.
“Dip… our palms in paint?”
Ji Hoo asked seriously. *What? You’re not into it?*
*How does a six-year-old even end up like this?!* Ha Yeon groaned inwardly, shooting Min Je a pleading look.
*Ahem.* Min Je cleared his throat, then gently pulled Ji Hoo’s hand toward the paint, coaxing him.
“Why not? Looks like it’ll be super fun.”
His tone, however, sounded like a poorly programmed robot.
*‘Ugh—seriously, these two…’*
Spotting the vein throbbing on Ha Yeon’s forehead, Min Je slowly guided Ji Hoo’s hand into the paint.
“We’ve gone this far—might as well try.”
“Well… you clearly went to a lot of trouble, so I’ll give it a shot.”
Hearing their exchange, Ha Yeon gaped, stunned. If one only saw this, they’d believe these two were inseparable father and son.
Ji Hoo pressed his paint-covered palm firmly onto the paper. Seeing the crisp fingerprint left behind, curiosity sparkled in the boy’s eyes.
“Now, let’s do your feet too.”
After seating Ji Hoo, Ha Yeon rubbed a paint-covered roller across the soles of his feet.
“Ahaha—it tickles!”
His laughter softened Ha Yeon’s expression.
“Look—footprints!”
She pressed Ji Hoo’s foot firmly onto the paper, bursting into a clear, bright laugh—then, mischief dancing in her eyes, lightly stepped on his foot.
“Oops! What now? My foot’s completely covered in paint!”
Since she’d *intentionally* coated her own foot beforehand, Ji Hoo’s soles quickly became a paint-smeared mess.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Huh? No way.”
Ha Yeon feigned innocence, teasingly darting away—and Ji Hoo chased after her, aiming to step on her foot in retaliation.
For the first time, a full, blooming smile appeared on Ji Hoo’s face. Min Je’s gaze deepened as he watched—
Just then, Ha Yeon—dashing around the room like a game of tag—misstepped, landing not on the paper but on the plastic sheet, and wobbled off-balance.
“Eh?!”
As she flailed to avoid falling, someone firmly caught her waist.
“You okay?”
Nearly cradled in Min Je’s arms, Ha Yeon stared up at him, eyes wide with shock.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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