My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
“Hah. Seriously.”
Seo Yeon tossed her bag onto the sofa the moment she got home and let out a hollow laugh.
As if utterly unable to believe it, she stopped unbuttoning her jacket halfway and stared up at the ceiling. Her crumpled face was perfectly reflected in the acrylic orb of the designer ceiling light.
“Huh. I’m speechless.”
An exasperated sigh kept bursting out from deep within her abdomen, one after another.
Most men Seo Yeon had met until now had been fairly similar—either showing overwhelming interest to the point of being burdensome, or acting like lovesick puppies to the point of annoyance.
It was the first time someone hadn’t even asked for her contact information—Kwon Yul.
She was certain it had been mutual attraction…
His hand offering the handkerchief had felt warm, and the back of his hand gently stopping her from drinking more alcohol had been pure consideration.
And what about in the parking lot?
Even his voice, asking Ho Jin for permission to take off his jacket, had sounded sweetly melodic.
Just where had things gone wrong?
As if shedding an uncomfortable layer of skin, Seo Yeon stripped off her cumbersome clothes and tossed them aside. Then she walked into the bathroom and stood before the large mirror.
“Hah. Look at these wrinkles. Is my face some kind of ID card or what? Turning thirty next year… Wait! What’s this?”
The moment a single strand of silver hair glinted among her black locks, Seo Yeon felt as if her glamorous world was crumbling around her.
Her despairing fingers carefully plucked out the gray hair, then began frantically searching through her scalp for others.
Her hair, tangled like a madwoman’s, eyes half-open with dullness, and dark circles beneath them—it all seemed like a signal that she was inevitably drifting away from the spotlight.
“Why does everything have to happen all at once? Come one at a time—I need to keep my head on straight to deal with each properly.”
Just the fact that Kwon Yul hadn’t asked for—or given—his contact information had already left her dazed. Now, facing this sudden gray hair and her skin’s loss of firmness, Seo Yeon felt utterly bleak.
Pouting slightly at the corners of her mouth, she removed her makeup more meticulously than usual.
“What luxury was I chasing, launching Yeuni Black? I’ve wasted my best years for two years—not even dating, just stressing endlessly.”
Even after thoroughly washing her face, seemingly dissatisfied, she slathered her entire body with face masks and serums as if coating herself.
Surely, Kwon Yul’s sudden loss of interest must be because of this aging.
Unable to sleep, Seo Yeon lay awake, obsessing over the connection between his near-rejection and her aging.
Then, suddenly recalling how close she was to hitting a new decade in age and how long she’d been single since her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal, she bolted upright from bed.
“Sigh. This just won’t do. I need to do something.”
The next day, Seo Yeon’s body felt leaden from the sleepless night, right from morning.
Still, she dragged herself up for work, choosing makeup that gave her extra vitality and clothes that made her look notably younger.
In the past, even just a vibrant lipstick would completely transform her mood—but now, everything just looked dull.
Was it just her mood?
Frowning slightly at one eyebrow, seemingly unsatisfied, Seo Yeon reluctantly finished getting ready for work.
“All of this is Kwon Yul’s fault. It’s all because of you!”
As she crammed her foot into her beige high heels, Seo Yeon finally let out her pent-up frustration.
Whether driving through congested roads, handling work tasks at the office, or rushing out of an expensive dermatology appointment—only one thing stayed in Seo Yeon’s mind: Kwon Yul, that man, alone.
At first, she kept wondering why he hadn’t asked for her number.
But as time passed, she found herself replaying every single word he’d spoken, analyzing his intentions and what kind of person he truly was.
Eventually, she simply wanted to see him again—naturally.
Should I casually ask Director Hyun Woo about him?
But for that, she needed a plausible excuse.
Ah! That jacket he’d taken off for Ho Jin!
Without hesitation, Seo Yeon immediately called Ho Jin.
“Ho Jin-ah. Are you busy?”
[No, I’m fine.]“I promised to return Yul-ssi’s jacket. Is it at your place?”
Ho Jin fell momentarily silent at Seo Yeon’s question.
[I think I hung it over the dining chair… Wait. Was it? Hmm… Oh! Yes, I’m sure!]Impatient, Seo Yeon quickly said,
“Ho Jin-ah, if you’re working late again today, I’ll just drop by myself.”
Since they were close enough to share each other’s home security codes like family, Ho Jin readily agreed.
After fretting for a while, Seo Yeon headed straight to Ho Jin’s place right after work.
“Perfect!”
The moment she saw his jacket casually draped over Ho Jin’s dining chair, Seo Yeon smiled slightly.
Then she began deeply pondering how best to return it—right up until Friday’s home shopping meeting. For several long days.
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“Hah. Is today the day?”
Seo Yeon gazed blankly at the passenger seat.
A box containing a Yeuni Black T-shirt and a luxurious shopping bag branded with the Haniblack logo—inside that bag was Kwon Yul’s jacket.
Remembering her pre-planned strategy, Seo Yeon took only the new product box and stepped out of the car.
On the 4th-floor conference room of DN Home Shopping,
Hyun Woo appeared with a fresh smile, and Seo Yeon greeted him warmly. To her relief, he immediately asked,
“Did Yul treat you well that day?”
Hearing the name of the man who’d been tormenting her thoughts, Seo Yeon flashed her usual subtle smile.
“Yes. Just like his personality—his driving was calm and steady too.”
Hyun Woo nodded in agreement at her words.
Sensing her opportunity, Seo Yeon casually slipped in the line she’d prepared.
“That day, Yul-ssi lent his jacket to Ho Jin. I completely forgot to return it… So…”
She deliberately trailed off, as if giving him a clear choice: either provide Kwon Yul’s contact details or share some information about him.
“Oh, really? Actually, I’m supposed to give Yul something today—I’m meeting him later.”
What! Today?
Seo Yeon’s long fingers began tapping the conference table, rapidly revising her prepared plan.
“I was thinking of having dinner with you today, Director. But I guess that won’t work now.”
“How about joining Yul and me for dinner instead? You two aren’t strangers anyway.”
She couldn’t let her eagerness show. Casually pulling out the Yeuni Black T-shirt from the box, she said,
“Would that be okay? Well… sure, since we know each other.”
Outwardly, she gave a light, indifferent nod—but inwardly, she burned with determination to finally uncover his true intentions.
‘I’ll finish work first, then think things through.’
Though her mind was filled with thoughts of him, Seo Yeon knew: Kwon Yul was Kwon Yul, but work was work.
Refusing to neglect her responsibilities, she focused intensely on the meeting.
Negotiations over popular items and price adjustments dragged on for a while.
She even engaged in an invisible battle just to secure a slot for the newly launched Yeuni Black T-shirt at the end.
The outcome wasn’t bad—in fact, she’d firmly steered things her way.
“Representative Han, the meeting ended much later than expected.”
“Not at all. Thanks to you, Director, it was truly meaningful. And thank you for including Yeuni Black in the lineup as well.”
Just as they were wrapping up after the four-hour planning meeting,
Hyun Woo’s phone on the table buzzed—Seo Yeon’s eyes instantly darted to the caller ID.
Swallowing hard as if the long-awaited moment had finally arrived, Seo Yeon tucked her hair behind her ears and focused intently on the coming conversation.
“Yeah, Yul-ah. Did you arrive?”
His polite voice came through the phone, and Seo Yeon’s hands packing her bag moved even faster.
“The meeting just ended. Want to join Representative Han and me for dinner? Oh—you didn’t bring your car?”
Without thinking, Seo Yeon nearly raised her hand and blurted out, “Take my car!”
But with superhuman restraint, she silently rummaged through her bag and quietly placed her car key where Hyun Woo could easily see it.
“Ah, hold on.”
Hyun Woo covered the phone with his palm and turned to Seo Yeon.
“By any chance, did you drive here, Representative Han? My car’s in for servicing, and Yul took the subway since it’s after work hours.”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
Smiling gently, Seo Yeon watched as Hyun Woo happily ended the call, telling Kwon Yul to meet them in the lobby.
“Shall we go?”
At Hyun Woo’s words, Seo Yeon sat up straight, told him where she’d parked, and said she’d go ahead first.
Then she quickly cleaned up the messy trash inside her car and lowered the sun visor to check her appearance.
Her eyes then shifted to the shopping bag on the passenger seat.
What should I do with this…?
After a brief pause, as if hiding fairy wings, she swiftly stashed the jacket in the trunk—just in case she needed it later depending on how things played out.
How much time had passed?
Kwon Yul, towering over 190 cm, approached with undeniable presence.
Unlike last time, his hairstyle now revealed his forehead slightly. The deep navy shirt and charcoal-gray slacks suited him incredibly well.
“Hello.”
His still-attractive baritone voice greeted her. When their eyes met, Kwon Yul offered his usual respectful bow.
In response, Seo Yeon gave a light wave and a faint smile.
Hyun Woo, walking behind, had long since faded from her awareness—Seo Yeon’s eyes held only Kwon Yul.
“Get in.”
At Seo Yeon’s words, Kwon Yul naturally headed for the back seat—until the ever-perceptive Hyun Woo intervened.
“Yul-ah, you sit in front. The back seat’s too cramped in this car—your legs won’t even fit.”
Seeing Kwon Yul’s awkward expression, Seo Yeon smoothly gestured toward the front passenger seat, urging him to take it.
Seo Yeon’s supercar roared to life and headed toward Hyun Woo’s favorite Japanese restaurant.
Even while accelerating or changing lanes, her eyes kept darting quickly toward Kwon Yul’s jawline and shoulders.
True to his reputation as a gourmet, Hyun Woo’s favorite spot had a lovely ambiance—soft wood fragrance from interiors decorated solely with hinoki cypress.
The food was excellent too—though perhaps it tasted even better because Kwon Yul, seated beside her, looked flawlessly perfect from every angle… or so it seemed.
“Please try this too.”
Kwon Yul slid a plate with sea bream toward Seo Yeon.
“Hmm. Nutty and delicious.”
“Since you drove today… here’s some warm green tea.”
Kwon Yul gently cradled the teacup with both hands and turned toward Seo Yeon.
His eyes and the charming upward curve of his lips seemed to respond only to her voice—making her want to ask desperately:
If you’re being like this now, why did you act that way last time?
Like an obedient child, Seo Yeon took a sip of the green tea he offered, momentarily calming her impatience.
“Excuse me for a moment—I’ll be right back.”
As soon as Hyun Woo left for the restroom, Kwon Yul leaned slightly closer.
He lightly bit his lower lip, as if gathering courage to speak.
Then he gripped his black chopsticks tightly before placing them firmly down on the plate.
“Seo Yeon-ssi… do you happen to like pop art?”
“I do. Why?”
Her lips parted slightly in surprise.
“I have tickets…”
Seo Yeon’s shoulders lifted just a bit, as if silently exclaiming, ‘I knew it.’
“I’d like to give them to you.”
Kwon Yul extended a softly gleaming white envelope with his large hand. Full of anticipation, Seo Yeon opened it to check the exhibition name.
Inside were two tickets to a solo exhibition by a famous British artist.
“I don’t know much about fashion, so I looked up some articles. Turns out you’re quite famous.”
Hearing that he’d taken the time to look her up restored Seo Yeon’s confidence instantly.
It felt like instant compensation for days of secretly obsessing over him and feeling restless.
“Since you create such amazing designs, I thought it might inspire you. Honestly, I brought them to give to Hyun Woo-hyung—but I’m glad I could hand them to you directly.”
As he finished speaking, Kwon Yul slid another piece of glistening, sesame-oil-glazed salmon toward her.
Staring at it blankly, she thought:
Does this mean he wants to go to the exhibition together?
Unsure and about to ask, Hyun Woo returned from the restroom.
That’s when Seo Yeon’s mind began to grow complicated.
Even the artfully plated dishes blooming like flowers across the table failed to move her. She only wished for this long dinner to end quickly.
“Representative Han, I hate to cut this short, but I live in the opposite direction—I’ll head out first. Yul, you make sure to get her home safely.”
At Hyun Woo’s long-awaited departure, they were finally alone.
“Please tell me your address.”
As the car started moving, Kwon Yul kept the conversation flowing by sharing bits of his daily life.
His tone and gestures remained as gentle as ever—clearly brimming with genuine interest.
Yes. This wasn’t just her imagination.
Kwon Yul had even turned his whole body toward her, watching only the driver’s seat as if truly focused on listening to her every word.
Each time his neat eyelashes curved deeply, Seo Yeon’s heart screamed, ‘This is the real deal.’
By now, his apartment was nearly within sight—but still, he hadn’t said the words she’d been waiting for.
Though she hadn’t overeaten, Seo Yeon’s chest grew tight.
Seemingly resigned, she cracked her window slightly and spoke first.
“Oh, right—your jacket. I need to return it. What should I do?”
“Just give it to me next time.”
As the traffic light changed, Seo Yeon’s car slowly came to a stop.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she anxiously watched the pedestrian signal’s countdown and finally forced out the words.
“If you give me your contact info, it’ll be easier to return it next time.”
It was the first time Seo Yeon had ever asked a man for his number first.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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