My Chick Husband (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Huhh. Seriously. Of all the things…”
Seo Yeon stared at the slip of paper with the phone number written on it—over and over again. Then, she instantly memorized all eleven digits.
“If I hadn’t gone to buy bread, what would you have done? Haha. Seriously.”
Taking a big bite of her bread, Seo Yeon rubbed the edge of the paper and laughed.
But she didn’t enter Kwon Yul’s number into her phone. That would show up on social media right away.
As if it wasn’t the right time yet, Seo Yeon merely gazed at the number Kwon Yul had given her, savoring her happiness.
Even after finishing the bread and sprawling out on her bed, Seo Yeon kept smiling softly.
‘I knew it would be like this,’ she thought.
‘Of course it is,’ she added, brimming with overconfidence.
‘Still, he’s got some sense—tucking it neatly between napkins,’ she remarked.
Yet her excitement wouldn’t settle. Clenching her tiny cat-like fists, she giggled “hehe” and immediately covered her mouth to muffle it.
It felt as if she’d just toppled a formidable opponent and now marched triumphantly like a victorious general.
Seo Yeon’s confident demeanor carried over into the next day.
She was beaming so brightly that everyone, seeing her cheerful energy from early morning, asked if something good had happened.
“Since it’s a tiring Monday morning, how about I treat you all to sweet coffee piled high with whipped cream? And extra toppings!”
Seo Yeon, seated in the meeting room with her long legs crossed leisurely, made the Design Team 1 staff clap excitedly like seals.
“Order whatever you want. Secretary Choi, please get plenty of cookies and bread—enough varieties for everyone.”
If one had to describe Seo Yeon’s current mood, it would be like standing on a vast, endless field, peacefully watching grains ripen under a bountiful harvest sun—that’s exactly how she felt.
Everything about Seo Yeon radiated tranquility.
All because of a mere phone number. Her heart had flipped like the palm of a hand.
“President, did something good happen?”
Right after the design meeting, Director Kim approached and asked.
“Sigh. I don’t even know how to put it. Haha. Seriously.”
Seeing Seo Yeon’s mouth stretched up to her cheekbones, Director Kim, unable to contain her curiosity, folded her arms and asked again.
“Did something progress with… him?”
“Oh. Well… turns out the attraction was mutual. Hah. I even said from the very first time I saw him that his eyes dripped honey. Me.”
Seo Yeon giggled proudly, proving her intuition was still sharp.
“Don’t tease an auntie whose love cells have died out. Hurry up and tell me—what exactly happened?”
Seo Yeon spilled everything that occurred on Sunday.
When recounting how Kwon Yul slipped his number between napkins, her face flushed so deeply she nearly needed a hand fan.
Director Kim chimed in at just the right moments with repeated “Oh my, oh my!” affirmations.
Seo Yeon, in response, bounced her shoulders as if dancing.
“Did you call him?”
“No!”
Her answer was resolute.
“But… why? Weren’t you waiting for him?”
“That’s why he has to wait, too. It’s only fair.”
Though Director Kim pressed for more reasons, Seo Yeon only smiled faintly, offering no clear explanation—just expressing her joy freely.
“You really like him that much?”
They’d known each other for six years, yet this was the first time Director Kim had seen Seo Yeon so taken with a man, and she stared in disbelief.
“I don’t even know myself. It’s weird—I’m fluttering like someone experiencing love for the very first time.”
After chattering endlessly with Director Kim about her feelings, Seo Yeon returned to her office.
She approached the window, stretched luxuriously, and basked in the morning sunlight like a houseplant soaking up photosynthesis.
“The weather’s lovely.”
As she gently closed her eyes, the thin layer of her eyelids turned the world entirely orange.
“And my mood is great too.”
With relaxed shoulder rolls, Seo Yeon settled into her workday.
Seated at her desk, she hummed a tune, tapping the rhythm lightly with her toes.
Even as she boldly sketched lines onto design paper, her humming never ceased.
Before long, her desk was neatly piled with trendy designs.
Patting her shoulders with a satisfied smile, Seo Yeon picked up the calendar on her desk.
‘That’s for next week, right?’
Kwon Yul’s words suddenly came to mind.
There were only two exhibition tickets left, with few days remaining.
She briefly considered inviting Ho Jin—but quickly shook her head.
Since it was his first gift to her, she wanted to cherish it alone, meaningfully.
After a moment’s thought, Seo Yeon called out for Secretary Choi.
“Secretary Choi, could you clear one afternoon slot for me this Wednesday?”
“Did another appointment come up?”
Secretary Choi asked, rapidly tapping their tablet screen.
“I’m planning to visit an exhibition. I’ll go out during lunch and take my time exploring.”
Since she had two tickets, she figured she’d use one on Wednesday and the other on Saturday.
“Yes, President. I’ll adjust your schedule.”
Once Secretary Choi left, Seo Yeon instantly refocused. She needed to finish pending tasks early, since she’d be away from her desk Wednesday afternoon.
Time passed as if she were walking through a blissful dream.
By the time Wednesday arrived, her heart felt light enough to float away alone.
She dressed in a sleek black dress, as if she were Audrey Hepburn herself, and neatly tied her hair into a single ponytail.
Arriving at work brimming with anticipation, every colleague she passed showered her with compliments on how elegant she looked.
After wrapping up morning tasks, Seo Yeon had an early lunch of sandwiches and headed to the art museum.
The exhibition was even better than she’d imagined.
Vivid colors captured her gaze and refused to let go.
Her eyes, long fixated solely on fashion design, were now immersed in a rich feast of diverse hues.
“This painting…”
She stopped abruptly before a piece that cooled her very soul.
Feeling long-forgotten emotions swiftly welling up, Seo Yeon murmured,
“You really speak to me. I’ll come back on Saturday. I’ll bring my sketchbook this time—it’s been a while.”
She stood for a long while before her favorite painting. Then, after buying a few souvenirs, she reluctantly took her leave.
On her way back to the office, the meaningfulness of the moment brought Kwon Yul to mind. She wondered what it would’ve been like if he’d come with her.
She smiled softly, concluding that it surely would’ve been even better with the man who’d gifted her the exhibition tickets after reading so many pop art books.
“Stop getting ahead of yourself.”
Trying to calm her heart, she suddenly remembered his phone number.
Was he waiting for her call?
She hoped he’d spent the whole day thinking of her, restless and fidgety.
If only he really were like that… Seo Yeon shook her head.
“Ugh. Again. Again. Overdoing it.”
Though she said that, she kept thinking of Kwon Yul—more than twelve times that day.
***
Thanks to such a happy weekday, the weekend seemed to arrive in a blink.
Seo Yeon packed a simple A4-sized sketchbook and professional-grade colored pencils.
She threw everything she needed into her shopper bag, paired ankle-length light-blue jeans with a refreshing green V-neck knit, and stylishly draped a boldly printed twilly scarf around her neck.
“Well then, time to head out cheerfully again today.”
Having visited once before, she knew exactly where to park and which route to take.
Though weekend traffic made parking a bit slow, her steps remained as light as feathers.
“And the weather’s perfect too.”
She winked one eye against the dazzling sunlight and shielded her forehead with her palm.
Halfway up the vintage building’s staircase, a gentle breeze blew. Her jet-black hair, smooth as silk, fluttered like it was dancing.
She tossed back her long hair that had been blocking her view and shook her head.
A sweet, tangy peach fragrance trailed from Seo Yeon.
It was a flawless Saturday noon.
Seo Yeon walked straight past the entrance toward the center of the exhibition hall to check on her favorite painting.
Huh?
Broad, perfectly square shoulders and firm back muscles stood out beneath a sky-blue striped shirt.
Could it be?
His unmistakable build was recognizable even from behind.
Seo Yeon’s light brown eyes repeatedly verified what she couldn’t quite believe.
But why, of all places, right in front of my favorite painting?
As she hesitated whether to step aside for a moment, his body slowly turned.
Their eyes met midair—and the corners of his eyes curved charmingly.
“Ms. Seo Yeon. Fancy meeting you here.”
He spoke as naturally as if they’d already made plans to meet.
“How did you…?”
They stood awkwardly in front of the painting Seo Yeon loved.
“I wanted to come before the exhibition ended.”
As a visitor passed by, Kwon Yul gently guided Seo Yeon toward the side. Standing near the corner, his scent washed over her dizzyingly.
“Did you come alone?”
His gentle gaze continued to fall warmly upon her.
“Yes. Well… I had time today, and since Yul gave me the tickets, it felt wrong just to throw them away.”
Despite all her resolve to stay composed, seeing him made her heart flutter helplessly.
“Last time, I wanted to ask you to come together—but missed the chance.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably, betraying his slight shyness. Seo Yeon looked up at him, weighing her options.
Meeting like this was already miraculous—but should she explore the exhibition together, or simply say, “Enjoy your visit,” and leave politely?
Before her indecision could settle, he stepped forward.
“Would it be okay if I viewed the exhibition with you? Honestly, coming alone felt a bit awkward.”
Even though he’d managed perfectly fine by himself.
His transparent excuse wasn’t unpleasant at all.
Still, feigning nonchalance—or rather, indifference—she turned her head slightly and muttered softly,
“We’re hardly strangers anyway… Fine, I guess.”
The moment Seo Yeon gave her consent, Kwon Yul’s face brightened more than the gallery lights illuminating the paintings. Watching him quietly, Seo Yeon thought,
‘Why does his face sparkle like that?’
They walked through the exhibition space at a comfortable distance.
Whenever Kwon Yul wanted to speak, he’d lightly cover his mouth with his hand, careful not to disturb other visitors.
Then he’d lean slightly toward Seo Yeon.
And each time, Seo Yeon would instinctively lean closer to hear him.
Within their quiet little bubble, the warm whisper of his voice tickled her ears like a soft breeze.
Whenever Kwon Yul spoke, Seo Yeon nodded earnestly or replied with genuine interest.
This unexpected companionship turned out far better than she’d imagined.
“Which painting do you like best, Ms. Seo Yeon?”
Before speaking, he’d take a short, sharp breath and lightly rub his palms against his trousers. The big man’s nervousness looked oddly pure.
“The one near where I first met Yul.”
“If I say this, it might sound too intentional—but honestly, I also really liked that painting. I stood in front of it for a long time.”
Seo Yeon let out a soft chuckle.
At that, the flush of awkwardness slowly faded from his face, and he began speaking quietly, earnestly.
His voice sounded like softly played piano notes—gentle yet clear, and deeply sweet.
Seo Yeon found Saturday’s exhibition with him far more delightful than her solitary visit on Wednesday.
After they’d made one full loop around the main building, Kwon Yul asked,
“How about some iced coffee?”
Seo Yeon formed an “OK” with her fingers. Kwon Yul’s fingers tapped toward the entrance a couple of times.
Leaving the exhibition hall and stepping outside for coffee, they faced a small dilemma—the drinks. Seo Yeon looked around and pointed to a vending machine.
“I feel like having a drink from the vending machine for the first time in ages. The one on the second row from the top, with jelly inside.”
Kwon Yul smiled faintly, pulled out a bill, and bought the canned drink.
Then, using a handkerchief, he quickly wiped the rim of the can before placing it gently into Seo Yeon’s hand. His careful gesture radiated thoughtfulness.
“Not too far—just to that stone wall path ahead, okay?”
“Sure.”
They walked along the winding, narrow path toward the main gate.
The harsh sunlight, now veiled by clouds, made walking much more pleasant. Side by side, they matched their pace along the vintage stone wall, walking in comfortable silence.
As small petals drifted down, Seo Yeon’s gaze followed them. Wherever her eyes landed, his hand was there.
His left hand, gripping the drink, clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Meanwhile, his right hand, curled into a fist, wandered near his lips as if holding back words—then covered his mouth entirely.
How long had the silence lasted?
Above Seo Yeon’s head, his voice finally came.
“I waited… for your call, Ms. Seo Yeon.”
A clear spring breeze tousled Kwon Yul’s bangs—and Seo Yeon’s gaze settled right where the wind had passed.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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