My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
A man is running toward her from far away.
Wearing a black dry-fit T-shirt that fully revealed his well-toned muscles, matching leggings, and mid-thigh shorts, he looked just like an athlete who had just finished training at the Taereung Athletes’ Village.
He ran with such vigor.
As his footsteps thundered closer—thump, thump—Seo Yeon’s heart echoed the same rhythm, pounding in sync until she found herself stomping her feet in place, eager to run toward him.
When Seo Yeon waved at Kwon Yul again, a sweet breeze blew by, gently tousling her high ponytail.
The air was perfectly temperate—neither cold nor hot. And that man, his eyes bright and sparkling, running toward her with such warmth.
Feeling deeply pleased, Seo Yeon complimented herself: coming out today was absolutely the right choice.
Then, a funny thought suddenly popped into her head. Finding it amusing no matter how she looked at it, Seo Yeon giggled and nodded in agreement.
“That man is so big, yet so adorably cute.”
At over 190 cm tall, with an undeniably masculine face, there was absolutely no trace of cuteness—none to be found even if she rubbed her eyes clean.
Yet Seo Yeon was smiling, insisting on spotting that tiny, nearly nonexistent speck of cuteness in him all by herself.
The way his bangs lightly brushed his forehead as he ran, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, the precise semi-circular shape his mouth made, and those huge biceps wildly waving in greeting—all of it drove her mad with adoration.
Someone once said that when someone seems cute to you, the game is already over.
Was it possible she had already lost to him before the real game had even begun? she wondered.
She liked him so much that she no longer wanted to question or demand explanations from him.
At first, their relationship had started merely because of a phone number.
But simply seeing him—without any particular reason—had become enough to make her happy. There was no need to count from when; it simply was.
Seo Yeon let the corners of her mouth lift freely, again and again.
Then she murmured softly,
“Kwon Yul, hurry to me. And tell me quickly how happy you are that this meeting feels like a gift.”
While she tried to suppress her racing heart and waited, Kwon Yul, nearly reaching her, suddenly hit the brakes.
Just one meter apart, he stopped coming closer.
Wondering why, Seo Yeon took a step forward—only for him to immediately retreat another step back.
“Ms. Seo Yeon! Haah… Ms. Seo Yeon. I’m so glad to see you.”
“Uh… Yul, why are you stepping backward?”
When Seo Yeon moved another step closer, Kwon Yul backed away again, his expression flustered.
“I’m all sweaty.”
His face held both joy and embarrassment at once.
Seeing him maintain his manners despite his excitement, Seo Yeon smiled. That was so very like Kwon Yul.
“It’s fine. Come over here.”
Even after her gesture, he only took half a step forward, still keeping his distance.
So Seo Yeon closed the gap until she was close enough for their breaths to mingle.
Pretending not to notice his startled flinch, she sniffed lightly near his neck. Kwon Yul jerked backward, nearly toppling over in surprise.
“I don’t smell any sweat at all. Did you maybe spray some perfume before coming out? All I smell is something nice.”
At her words, he straightened his posture and gave an awkward, now-relieved smile.
“Want to go back to the park? I’d like to sit down somewhere.”
“Sure.”
Holding a crinkly bread bag in one hand and a strawberry juice radiating sweetness in the other, the two shared a silent, happy laugh.
Then they found the quietest bench in the park and sat down.
“Did you come straight from working out, Ms. Seo Yeon?”
Kwon Yul asked, glancing at her outfit.
In response, Seo Yeon pulled the juice from the bread bag and offered it to him.
“No. I was about to work out, but suddenly remembered what you mentioned last time—Mont Blanc—and got a craving. So I dashed straight to the bakery. Enjoyed some delicious pastries and now get to see you too. It’s really nice.”
At her simple, earnest words, Kwon Yul lightly clenched his empty fist—as if silently shouting “Yes!”
“Here. Since I didn’t even exercise, I’d feel guilty eating alone. Someone who trained hard definitely deserves a mandatory dose of sugar and carbs.”
Seo Yeon wiped her hands with a small tissue the bakery had provided.
Then, without hesitation, she tore the palm-sized Mont Blanc inside its clear plastic wrap right in half and handed one piece to Kwon Yul.
Holding their flaky pastries, they smiled again.
Then took a big bite and kept giggling—exclaiming how delicious it was as the rich, buttery aroma tickled their noses.
“Ohh. Your recommendation really is trustworthy, Yul.”
“It’s even better sharing it with you than eating alone.”
See? Didn’t I tell you? He’s cute. How can he keep saying such kind and sweet things? Haha. Really.
In high spirits, Seo Yeon popped the oversized pastry chunk into her mouth and chewed.
Then, wiping her syrupy fingers with a tissue, she pulled out another piece.
“Have you had dinner?”
“No. Skipped dinner, skipped lunch… Oh! Now that you mention it, I even missed breakfast.”
Only after finishing half the Mont Blanc did she realize that, in her eagerness to meet Kwon Yul, all she’d had since morning was coffee and an oatmeal cookie.
“Is bread really enough?”
She enjoyed the look of concern in his eyes.
He’d surely praise her again as a diligent professional who worked hard all day, even skipping meals. She’d already prepared her reply.
“Yeah, honestly, I kind of want something more substantial now.”
At that, he looked extremely troubled and shifted awkwardly in his seat.
“Um… Ms. Seo Yeon, could you wait for me for just ten minutes at the café by the park entrance?”
“The café? Ten minutes?”
“Just ten minutes. Please.”
“Why?”
“I came out for a workout, so I left home empty-handed. I’ll go grab my wallet… ahem… and be right back.”
The moment a woman who’d fasted all day mentioned wanting food, he immediately thought of fetching his wallet.
Hearing this, Seo Yeon burst out laughing loudly.
“I have money. See? I even bought these pastries. I’ll treat you too, since you came out empty-handed.”
Kwon Yul’s face turned even redder than her strawberry juice—but she decided to blame it on the dim lighting.
“So let’s go get something else instead. Something with broth.”
At her suggestion, Kwon Yul said,
“How about ramen?”
Ramen? That could be misunderstood.
Seo Yeon chuckled softly.
An old movie she’d seen long ago kept making people interpret a simple invitation to eat ramen as something more.
Though she knew he meant nothing by it, Seo Yeon pressed her lips together tightly, then tucked the bread back into the bag and said,
“Let’s go. To eat ramen.”
As they walked side by side, the wind blew between them—and their knuckles brushed faintly.
In that brief instant of skin meeting skin and parting again, all her senses seemed to concentrate on the back of her hand.
Seo Yeon’s lowered eyes watched Kwon Yul’s hand, opening and closing into a fist.
If those blue-veined knuckles were tense because he wanted to hold her hand, that’d be wonderful. Then she could make him wait anxiously before finally letting him take it. How thrilling would that be?
Her cheeks flushed pink like someone experiencing love for the very first time.
Had love always been like this? She’d almost forgotten.
At twenty-nine, Seo Yeon wanted to date Kwon Yul—slowly, patiently, and deeply.
***
Outside a convenience store facing a noisy four-lane road.
A feast was spread atop the blue plastic table, its edges whitened with wear—and Seo Yeon beamed.
As she watched white steam escape through the tiny gap in the cup ramen, a large hand suddenly appeared. Kwon Yul checked if the ramen was ready, peeled off the lid, and placed it before her.
“It’s hot. Eat slowly…”
“Ow! Hot!”
Before he could even finish warning her, the impatient Seo Yeon tried to take a big bite and immediately spat it out, startled.
As she stuck out her reddened tongue, Kwon Yul quickly handed her a drink.
“Hold it in your mouth. I’ll go grab some ice.”
He sprang up, pulled the store door—but it squeaked, and he turned back abruptly.
“Um… could I borrow your card…?”
Having left home empty-handed, Kwon Yul scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
Smiling gently, Seo Yeon handed him her credit card.
He soon returned with ice in a disposable cup.
“Swallow the drink and hold the ice against your tongue.”
His embarrassed hand placed the card back in front of her, then set the ice on a plastic spoon and brought it to her lips.
Obedient as a well-behaved child, she opened her mouth quietly and rested the cold ice on her burning tongue.
He started to ask, “Are you okay?” but then added, “I’ll give it back once it’s cool,” and pulled her cup ramen toward himself so she wouldn’t touch it.
Seo Yeon watched his every move, slowly rolling the ice in her mouth like a candy.
Each time the melted water slid down her throat, she thought:
“This guy’s really good. Much better than I expected.”
After checking multiple times that the ramen wasn’t too hot, Kwon Yul said,
“Please eat very slowly. Chew thoroughly.”
“Hehe. I’m really high-maintenance, huh? Always spilling, dropping, burning myself.”
He didn’t say “no” but just kept repeating, “Eat slowly.”
Could it be because of his gentle care?
Seo Yeon silently marveled at how delicious the cup ramen tasted.
Soon, she reached a simple conclusion: it was delicious because of the man sitting across from her.
“This cup ramen… it’s my first in five years.”
She swirled the noodles with her chopsticks, watching Kwon Yul’s surprised eyes.
“This is the first time I’m telling anyone this… Should I? Or not?”
“I’d love to hear your story, Ms. Seo Yeon.”
Encouraged by his kind tone, Seo Yeon gathered her courage.
“Back when my online shop had just launched, I uploaded a new product I’d worked really hard on—but not a single visitor came by the next day.”
The emotion was so vivid she let out a deep sigh into the air.
She’d wanted to run away—employees’ salaries, loan repayments, and even rent were overdue.
“Even in that suffocating situation, I still got hungry. Just as I was about to eat a cup ramen, tears suddenly dropped into the broth—right through the red oil floating on top…”
The ramen soaked in tears seemed unbearably salty, so she threw it straight into the trash.
“Ever since then, no matter how hungry I was, I couldn’t bring myself to eat cup ramen again.”
Though now she’d reached a place she could call successful, sometimes those desperate moments came rushing back and choked her.
Unspoken emotions were now gently pulling out hidden stories she’d kept locked away.
Kwon Yul listened intently to her potentially tedious tale, nodding along.
At just the right moments, he murmured, “You must’ve worked so hard,” or “That must’ve been really tough.”
Perhaps because of that, Seo Yeon found herself revealing old scars and saying aloud, “I really was in so much pain back then.”
He waited patiently as she poured out her heavy feelings, then finally spoke with difficulty.
“I’m actually… a coward.”
Surprised by his unexpected confession, Seo Yeon lifted her head and met his eyes.
“You?”
“Ever since I was little, I’ve been scared way more than my size suggested. My parents always tried to put a positive spin on it—‘Our child is just cautious’—but the truth was, anything new terrified me.”
Seo Yeon’s ears perked up at Kwon Yul’s sudden childhood revelation.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You know how some short kids are still bold—talking easily to anyone, getting along with everyone? I wasn’t that type at all. People constantly called me frustratingly reserved.”
Kwon Yul spoke with remarkable honesty about just how stifling a child he’d been.
So that’s why he was quiet and introverted?
Seo Yeon listened, picturing his younger self.
“That’s why I admire people like you who take action.”
“Thank you. That’s a lovely compliment.”
Seo Yeon realized he’d shared his childhood story on purpose—to comfort her.
“I like brave people like you, Ms. Seo Yeon. I don’t know much about fashion, but I know things will work out well. Because the Seo Yeon I see is truly wonderful.”
He listened carefully, let her fully express her turbulent emotions, and then simply said, “Ah, I see. That must’ve been really painful,” taking her side.
“But if your heart ever feels too heavy, please share some of it with me.”
Kwon Yul held out his palm.
Seo Yeon looked down at it, then gently placed her lightly clenched fist on top. He wrapped his hand around hers warmly and mimed tucking it into his pocket.
“Thank you. But…”
Her eyes softened at the corners. Then, honestly, she asked,
“How long did you wait for my call?”
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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