My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Seo Yeon, who had just asked for his contact information, turned her body to look at Kwon Yul.
Though she kept muttering “You’ve got to be kidding me” in her head, she tried hard not to lose her composed expression outwardly.
Seeing Kwon Yul’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, Seo Yeon waited for his reply.
“…Ms. Seo Yeon.”
Just as she was eagerly awaiting his response—
Beep beep bleeep!
The traffic light had apparently turned green, and an impatient driver behind her blasted a loud horn, annoyed that Seo Yeon hadn’t moved yet.
Seo Yeon didn’t want to appear flustered.
Slowly turning her head to face forward, she pressed the accelerator gently, as if nothing had happened.
Then she imagined them amiably pulling out their phones to exchange contacts.
Yeah, that’s it. I’ve done enough—surely even a Dolhareubang statue would understand my hint by now.
Seo Yeon was already picturing what would happen after they exchanged numbers, mentally racing far ahead.
Unaware of Seo Yeon’s inner thoughts, Kwon Yul stared straight ahead with an unreadable expression.
“You should go in that direction.”
Seo Yeon’s car entered a residential complex in the heart of Gangnam, famously known as one of the most expensive places to live—popular among the wealthy precisely because it offered only large-sized units.
Though Seo Yeon’s home was in an expensive neighborhood too, Kwon Yul’s residence was clearly a tier above hers.
Come to think of it, she realized his jacket was from a top-tier luxury brand, and his car was no ordinary vehicle either.
Was he from a rich family?
Seo Yeon glanced sideways at the limited-edition luxury watch elegantly adorning his wrist.
No matter how skilled a freelancer he might be, that watch was a limited release from a top-tier brand with only a few pieces available in the entire country…
As a successful businesswoman herself, she didn’t usually prioritize a man’s financial status, but she had to admit—this side of him wasn’t unpleasant.
After all, nobody dislikes money.
“Over there, you can just drop me off.”
When Kwon Yul pointed to a specific spot, Seo Yeon’s car slowed to a gentle stop.
She’d bought this car because it looked cool, but now it was just too damn noisy.
The engine’s loud rumbling grated on her ears in the otherwise quiet parking lot.
Worried it might interfere with an important conversation, Seo Yeon turned off the ignition.
Then she decided to grab her phone from the bag tossed carelessly in the back seat.
Just as the corners of Seo Yeon’s lips lifted into a faint smile and she began to turn toward him, Kwon Yul’s quiet voice reached her ears.
“Thank you for the ride.”
Seo Yeon’s eyes, full of anticipation, sparkled brightly.
Kwon Yul looked down at her hand and gave a faint smile.
“No problem. It’s fair and nice that we take turns giving each other rides like this.”
“And…”
As Kwon Yul opened his bag, Seo Yeon’s eyes widened, quickly tracking his every move.
Yeah, I’m ready. Should I tell him my number first?
“How about trying this?”
“…”
Famous pop art was printed prominently on the flashy pink cover.
Seo Yeon took the large book he handed her in a daze, her eyes silently asking, What is this supposed to mean?
“I’ve read a lot of pop art books because I wanted to gift you exhibition tickets. While browsing, I bought this sticker book—and I’d like you to have it.”
Instead of the expected phone, this unexpected item left Seo Yeon struggling hard not to show her disappointment.
“It’s about re-creating famous paintings using stickers…”
“…”
“It’s really calming when your mind feels cluttered. Give it a try next time you’re stressed.”
She wanted to say, “My mind’s cluttered because of you,” but she soothed herself, reminding herself it was too soon to feel disappointed.
“I felt like I’d received a little surprise gift today meeting you, Ms. Seo Yeon.”
As his lips stretched into a lingering smile, Seo Yeon’s heart pounded wildly—Was this the moment?
Flustered and overeager without realizing it, Seo Yeon unconsciously swallowed hard.
Then she quickly grabbed the bag from the back seat—she’d need her phone too if they were going to exchange numbers.
Just as her busy hands began unzipping the bag, Kwon Yul spoke with impeccable politeness.
“Please head inside safely.”
Already?
“Oh, and you can return my clothes another time. You must be busy with your new brand launch—I shouldn’t inconvenience you.”
“…It wouldn’t be an inconvenience.”
It was a straightforward, though indirect, plea: Just give me your number already.
But instead of his phone number, Kwon Yul only offered her compliments.
“Ms. Seo Yeon, you’re always busy with work yet never lose your professionalism. It’s genuinely inspiring to see.”
His overly formal demeanor made it too awkward for Seo Yeon to bring up “contact information” again.
“Ha. Well. Um. Thank you for the compliment. I had a good time today too.”
“I hope the exhibition gives you some great inspiration. See you again soon.”
Kwon Yul, having zipped his bag, slowly stepped out of the car. Seo Yeon watched his retreating back as he turned around a couple of times to wave, then muttered quietly to herself.
“Is this a new type of rejection?”
A man overly kind to a woman nearing thirty, yet unwilling to share his personal contact—anyone would see it as a clear rejection.
Without even time to gather her shame, Seo Yeon hurriedly drove out of the parking lot.
Why were there so many cars on the road on a Friday night?
Every time the traffic light turned red, Seo Yeon slammed her innocent steering wheel in frustration.
Then her thoughts drifted again to Kwon Yul—that man who felt just out of reach. He wasn’t overwhelmingly amazing, yet he drove her utterly crazy.
After muttering “Damn it!” and “Ugh, so annoying!” dozens of times, she found herself already in her apartment’s parking lot. Overwhelmed by unbearable despair, her anger suddenly flared.
Then an unnecessary surge of self-confidence—“But what’s wrong with me?”—rose briefly before abruptly fizzling out.
Head hanging like a turtle, staring blankly at the floor, she suddenly shrieked like a madwoman.
“Aaargh! So frustrating!”
Over the weekend, Seo Yeon thrashed about in sadness and despair, until she finally threw herself into skincare with renewed vigor.
Monday morning. Director Kim glanced at Seo Yeon’s face—smooth and glossy like a peeled boiled egg—and began her sales report.
“It’s still early to conclude definitively, but Yani Black’s reception has been nothing short of explosive.”
“Sales are better than I’d anticipated.”
“Better? CEO, this is a massive hit.”
Director Kim, her face glowing with emotion, recounted how hard Seo Yeon and the staff had worked.
Yet the corners of Seo Yeon’s lips stubbornly refused to lift. Sensing something off, Director Kim tilted her head curiously.
“CEO, is something worrying you?”
Having been with Seo Yeon since the company’s early days, Director Kim was quick to pick up on subtle cues.
“Sigh.”
A heavy sigh escaped through Seo Yeon’s teeth. She hesitated—was it appropriate to bring up something personal right after Monday’s report?
Thinking something might be wrong with the company, Director Kim took a step closer, ready to listen attentively.
“I mean—it’s Monday morning, and I’m about to say something like this… Sigh… Is it okay if I…”
Director Kim leaned forward urgently, as if urging her to spill it out immediately.
“Ugh… It’s about my friend.”
Relieved it was just an unexpected story about a friend, Director Kim leaned back and let out a quiet sigh.
“She met this guy—well, he’s super sweet whenever they meet, dripping affection like honey from his eyes. Always thoughtful and caring.”
Director Kim nodded lightly, encouraging her to go on.
“But he won’t give her his number. Why do you think that is? Seriously.”
Though Seo Yeon danced around the subject, Director Kim instantly grasped her real question: What’s going on in a man’s mind when he won’t share his contact?
“This might be a hasty judgment, so I say it cautiously—but based on years of experience…”
Seo Yeon’s ears perked up.
“…he likely has no interest. It could be his way of saying he doesn’t want an ‘after’ with you.”
Stunned by this thunderbolt diagnosis, Seo Yeon clasped her hands together as if praying.
“But… He did say he’d see me again—very warmly and kindly.”
“From my own marriage, I’ve learned men are simpler than you think. If they like someone, they’ll find a way to show it.”
Director Kim offered a few more examples.
“My husband once traveled four hours on foot into a remote Southeast Asian village just to call me for fifteen minutes—he missed me so much during a business trip.”
Seo Yeon pressed her palm to her forehead.
“And when my younger brother was in the military, he went through insane lengths just to meet a girl he was casually dating. He even became a top marksman—someone who couldn’t even aim properly before—just to earn special leave.”
Seo Yeon closed her eyes tightly and bowed her head.
“Of course, it’s not a universal rule—but don’t men’s actions toward women they like tend to be quite similar?”
Now that she thought about it, everything Director Kim said rang true.
Every man Seo Yeon had met before had acted exactly like that.
“So… if he shows no real interest, why does he act all sweet like a honeybee every time we meet?”
“Maybe he’s just keeping you in his ‘fish pond’?”
Fish pond?
Seo Yeon had never put anyone in her “pond”—nor had she ever been in someone else’s.
Faced with this unfamiliar form of “management,” her hands, which had been clasped tightly, fell limply onto the desk.
Watching Seo Yeon’s reaction closely, Director Kim quirked a knowing smile.
“But it’s not really about your friend… is it, CEO?”
Though discussing personal matters at work wasn’t ideal, Director Kim had been with Seo Yeon since the company’s founding, serving as both a mentor and a trusted advisor through tough times.
Seo Yeon wanted to confess everything.
“Well… Sigh. Yeah, it’s me.”
She briefly explained her current situation.
About Kwon Yul—the man who haunted her thoughts whether her eyes were open or closed.
He clearly showed interest and even promised to meet again, yet refused to share his contact info.
She confessed her confusion: it felt like rejection, yet not quite like one.
Director Kim’s expression turned serious.
“Sigh. It’s not the 1980s anymore. We’ve got phones, social media, email… Why won’t he share even one of those?”
Frustrated, Seo Yeon pounded the desk with her fists. Director Kim watched her with meaningful eyes.
“You must be dying of frustration, huh?”
Seo Yeon pouted and nodded.
“No man has ever done this to me before. What’s his deal?”
Her usually sharp, cat-like eyes drooped helplessly as she nodded again.
Honestly, Kwon Yul was unlike any man she’d ever met.
If he’d firmly shut her down from the start, Seo Yeon would’ve walked away without a second thought.
But he was like candy that made your mouth happy—so delicious you wanted to buy more, yet he wouldn’t tell you where it was sold. That exact, maddening feeling.
“You’ve really gotten hooked.”
“On what?”
“Dating is a high-stakes game of perception. Whoever appears more interested loses control of the relationship.”
Seo Yeon’s eyes widened, determined not to miss a single word of Director Kim’s advice.
“That man is either a complete rookie who’s never dated before, an exceptionally clever fox—or possibly both. Either way, you’ll need a bold new strategy.”
Director Kim even dragged her chair closer.
She began explaining in detail why Seo Yeon needed to stay calm.
But as Seo Yeon listened, only one thought filled her mind:
No matter how brilliant the strategy or how many tactics she had—what good were they if she couldn’t even see Kwon Yul again?
Meeting him—that’s what she needed most right now. She had to see him face-to-face to use any “ultimate move” she might devise.
“What’s a good way to make this happen?”
She needed a method to meet him again—something that looked like pure coincidence.
Lost in thought, Seo Yeon chewed her thumbnail to shreds before suddenly exclaiming,
“Yes! That’s exactly it!”
Leaping up from her seat like Archimedes shouting “Eureka!”, Seo Yeon startled Director Kim, who jumped up too.
“Director, let’s plan a new athleisure line.”
“You mean finally launching into the activewear market you’ve mentioned before?”
Switching abruptly from talking about men to a new product line left Director Kim bewildered.
“I’d like something bouncy and vibrant—like this.”
Seo Yeon’s expression noticeably brightened as she quickly sketched lines on a blank sheet, instantly producing a striking design.
Director Kim looked at the sketch, pen ready to take notes.
“I’d appreciate it if you could make a sample as soon as possible.”
She was channeling her restless energy into a productive plan of her own.
“I’d really like it within the week—sooner the better.”
Director Kim began jotting down functional fabric types commonly used in sportswear.
“And please make the sample in my size—I’ll wear it myself for performance testing.”
Seo Yeon spun her hips excitedly, as if ready to sprint out the door at any moment.
Director Kim grabbed the freshly drawn design and hurried out of the office.
Alone now, Seo Yeon smiled and walked toward the wide window overlooking downtown Gangnam.
She’d thought of a brilliant two-in-one opportunity—earning money while capturing the man’s heart.
“For testing the sample, I don’t need to go far. There’s a perfect park right near my home.”
Remembering Kwon Yul’s mention of jogging daily in the park near his house, Seo Yeon grinned.
She was preparing a perfectly orchestrated “coincidence.”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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