My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“What can I do for you?”
A large hand gently pulled Seo Yeon into an embrace as he asked.
But Seo Yeon had no answer. Feeling Kwon Yul’s tender voice and the frantic beat of his heart, she slowly closed her eyes.
Thick raindrops then streamed down between her lush eyelashes.
“You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?”
It was exactly what she’d longed to hear.
“You’ve worked so hard.”
Hearing those desperately needed words, Seo Yeon’s heart swelled, and she deeply inhaled his scent.
Her wildly unsettled emotions gradually began to settle into place.
“Everything will be okay. You’re wiser than anyone I know, Seo Yeon.”
Kwon Yul leaned his upper body forward, pulling her closer into his arms until his warm cheek touched the nape of her neck.
“Have you… eaten?”
Each time he spoke, his soft breath made the fine hairs on Seo Yeon’s neck flutter. She shrugged her shoulders slightly and replied, “No.”
“Have you… slept?”
When Seo Yeon shook her head, Kwon Yul let out a sigh filled with helpless concern.
“Then let’s get you something to eat first. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a bite.”
As Kwon Yul gently patted her back, she murmured softly.
“Did you… get angry? Because I didn’t show up?”
Kwon Yul’s eyes widened in surprise at her sudden question, then softened into a gentle curve.
“Of course not.”
“Were you mad that I stood you up without even a call?”
“No. I was worried—maybe I’d made some mistake.”
At his reply, Seo Yeon’s lips finally turned upward for the first time, then she buried her face deeper into his chest.
“What mistake could you possibly have made? I’m the one making mistakes—right now… like this.”
Each movement of her lips against his chest sent a warm spring breeze through Kwon Yul.
He wanted to tell Seo Yeon how precious this moment of closeness truly was—how grateful he felt that she thought of him when she was struggling.
To assure her it wasn’t a mistake at all, Kwon Yul carefully stroked her hair.
“I… told you I slept at the office last night.”
“…”
“So I couldn’t wash my hair. My scalp’s oily—I might even smell. I look terrible.”
Hearing Seo Yeon’s gradually returning composure, Kwon Yul chuckled softly.
Ignoring her warning, he stroked her long hair even more tenderly and said,
“I only smell something nice. Don’t worry.”
“Still… this is embarrassing, but… please wash your hands thoroughly later.”
Though she said that, Seo Yeon also leaned into him, trying to calm her wildly surging emotions.
For a while, neither spoke.
Kwon Yul stroked Seo Yeon’s hair while she gently caressed his back, until Seo Yeon finally managed to speak.
“I’m hungry. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten…!”
As Seo Yeon lifted her head, she suddenly gasped and clung to him again.
Oh. Seriously…
How much more of this embarrassing spectacle do I need to show before I feel better?
I was supposed to shed pretty tears, not snot dripping everywhere!
When Seo Yeon tried to lift her head, she caught sight of a clear, stringy strand of snot stretching from her nose—and instantly buried her face again in shock.
His dark gray shirt was now smeared with her tears, snot, makeup, and black mascara.
If his clothes looked this bad, she could only imagine what her face must look like.
Flustered, Seo Yeon took a short, shaky breath before managing to speak.
“Yul… do you happen to have a handkerchief?”
“Yes. Shall I give it to you?”
As Kwon Yul started to pull his arm away to reach for it, Seo Yeon quickly said in an urgent tone,
“I’ll get it myself. Just stay still for a moment—don’t move. Hmm… which side is it on?”
Confused by her intensity, Kwon Yul tried to pull away slightly, but Seo Yeon clung to him as if letting go would be disastrous.
“Just tell me—where is it?”
“In the right back pocket.”
When Seo Yeon’s arm stretched out and her hand slipped into his back pocket, Kwon Yul’s muscles tensed instantly beneath the thin fabric.
Earlier, he’d been too overwhelmed by her crying to notice, but now that the storm had passed, their tightly pressed positions felt awkward.
Momentarily flustered, Kwon Yul lifted his chin high.
Then, deliberately focusing his gaze on the emergency exit sign, he tried to clear his mind.
“It’s… not here.”
As Seo Yeon’s hand rummaged through the small pocket, Kwon Yul grew even more uncomfortable and kept clearing his throat.
“Hmm… maybe it’s in the left pocket then.”
The moment she switched hands, Seo Yeon searched the left pocket and pulled out the handkerchief.
“Um… Yul, you know…”
Still hiding her face in his chest, Seo Yeon made a polite request.
“Could you close your eyes for a bit? And no matter how much I move, please don’t open them.”
“Why?”
“Ugh… I’m really sorry, but… I cried so hard that your shirt is a complete mess.”
She doubted a single handkerchief could fix it, but at least she needed to tackle the most urgent issue first.
“I’ll clean it.”
“No! Absolutely not! Never!”
Seo Yeon’s firm shout against his chest made Kwon Yul’s heart pound heavily.
“Just close your eyes first.”
“Ah… okay.”
Peeking out with only her eyes, Seo Yeon checked whether his eyes were truly shut.
Once she confirmed his long lashes were neatly lowered, she slowly pulled her face away.
“Huh!”
“What’s wrong!”
“Don’t open your eyes—ever! If you do, you’ll turn to stone. Seriously. I’m not joking.”
Under the parking lot’s fluorescent lights, his shirt wasn’t just a mess—it was a disaster.
Seo Yeon, overwhelmed by emotion, had rubbed and smeared her face all over his chest, leaving it soaked and splotchy as if drenched by rain.
If that had been all, it might’ve been salvageable.
But now, transparent, sticky snot clung to his broad chest in several places, and her powder, lipstick, and mascara formed an abstract painting across his shirt.
Ugh. What do I do?
This wasn’t something a handkerchief could fix—it was beyond repair.
Seo Yeon let out a long sigh, raised her hand halfway, then stepped backward in shock upon catching her reflection in the car window.
“Hrk!”
“Seo Yeon, are you okay?”
No. It’s ruined.
“Seo Yeon… can I open my eyes?”
“J-just wait a second. Stay right there while I try to… tidy up a bit.”
Her sharply winged eyeliner and thickly drawn brows had melted like black rain, leaving stark tear trails all the way down to her chin.
Am I… a cheetah?
Flustered, Seo Yeon rubbed under her blackened eyes, making the flushed patches on her forehead, cheeks, and nose stand out even more—completely unpresentable.
Total chaos! Beyond recovery!
This wasn’t just an ordinary mess—it was legendary-level humiliation.
Ugh. I’m going crazy.
Seo Yeon stared alternately at his ruined chest and her cheetah-like face, lost in despair.
In this state, she couldn’t possibly go out in public—forget eating, she needed to part ways immediately.
But she also couldn’t send this man, who’d waited ten hours for her, home covered in snot.
Think… right, I need to think. I have to fix this somehow!
Pressing a hand to her forehead, Seo Yeon paused briefly, then started wiping the glistening snot stains from his shirt.
But instead of cleaning it, things only got more out of control.
This won’t work. Then… where can we go right now?
The answer was obvious.
“Hey, Yul—do you have a hat in the car? Or maybe spare clothes?”
“There should be something in the trunk—I keep workout clothes there.”
Let’s put out the most urgent fire first.
“Where’s the car key? In your front pocket?”
Feeling Seo Yeon’s hand move toward his front pocket, Kwon Yul hastily twisted his body and pulled out the key.
“H-here, it’s in the trunk.”
Still keeping his eyes closed, Kwon Yul pointed, and Seo Yeon followed his gesture toward the trunk.
Inside the neatly arranged box, a black cap and a gray hoodie caught her eye.
She quickly put the black cap on her head and draped the hoodie over Kwon Yul’s shoulders.
“Now lift your right arm. Good. Left arm. Ugh—why’s your arm so heavy? Hup… all done.”
“Why… the clothes?”
“Just keep it on until I tell you otherwise. Understand? If you unzip it, it’ll be a disaster.”
She zipped it all the way up to his neck, then roughly wiped away the black tear stains.
“Phew. Now listen carefully. Let’s go to my place first.”
My place? Her place?!
Startled, Kwon Yul’s eyes flew open.
His ears and neck flushed red, but Seo Yeon, busy pulling her cap lower to hide her face, didn’t notice.
“My face is such a wreck. Just… look at me with blurry eyes—or better yet, don’t look at all.”
Obediently, Kwon Yul immediately adjusted his gaze upward.
“You know where I live, right? Let’s go now.”
Handing him the car key, Seo Yeon urged him to hurry.
Kwon Yul, now unexpectedly headed to Seo Yeon’s home, kept nervously rubbing his hands on his pants.
Fifteen minutes later, Kwon Yul’s car pulled into Seo Yeon’s apartment parking lot, and he kept swallowing dryly like a parched man.
“Um… your parents…?”
“They live in a house fifteen minutes away, so don’t worry.”
“Oh… okay.”
Kwon Yul nodded deeply but kept fidgeting, repeatedly clasping and unclasping his hands, unsure where to put them.
Finally, he slipped his hands into the hoodie pockets and glanced sideways at Seo Yeon.
Seo Yeon, trying to hide her ruined face, kept her head down and stepped into the elevator first, pressing the button for the 25th floor.
As the elevator hummed upward, Kwon Yul’s neck turned red like he’d had too much to drink.
When the elevator doors slid open, Kwon Yul’s heart sank into his stomach.
Pointing to apartment 2501, Seo Yeon entered her code into the door lock, and Kwon Yul deliberately turned away to avoid seeing it.
The moment the door clicked open, a wave of Seo Yeon’s fragrance washed over him.
“Come in.”
Kwon Yul followed her in with creaking steps, his eyes widening in astonishment.
From the entrance, an extraordinary sculpture caught his eye, and stepping into the living room, he found a life-sized photo of Seo Yeon prominently displayed in the center.
Moreover, the living room—as spacious as a sports field—was furnished with items resembling a luxury boutique, making it look like a magazine cover.
“Whose artwork is this?”
Kwon Yul pointed to a striking painting hanging on the softly cream-colored marble wall.
“Oh, that’s mine. It won a national exhibition award, so I couldn’t bear to throw it away.”
“It’s absolutely amazing.”
Seo Yeon smiled bashfully, apparently pleased by the compliment from his sparkling dark eyes.
“There are more paintings besides this one. Take a quick look around.”
Leaving Kwon Yul in the living room, Seo Yeon quickly disappeared into her room and reappeared shortly after.
“Here, take this.”
In her hands was a neatly folded white T-shirt. Reading the question in Kwon Yul’s eyes, Seo Yeon gave an awkward smile and explained,
“See that door in the middle? That’s the bathroom.”
“Ah. Got it.”
Thinking she was giving him a house tour, Kwon Yul nodded.
Then Seo Yeon pressed the T-shirt into his hands and cleared her throat twice.
“Now… go wash up.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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