The mere thought made her heart flutter.
Earlier, the paper he had been holding with a serious expression turned out to be a drawing of the house’s blueprint, and her heart involuntarily tingled with excitement.
When Asha disappeared from his sight, Jackal exhaled a hot sigh and manually pulled a cart filled with wood to the vacant lot.
It was the place where the two’s house would be built.
No matter how much it hurt, he intended to build the honeymoon house with Asha with his own hands.
His eyes were very determined as he walked, looking only forward.
(This is a time marker.)
Asha, who had returned home first, suddenly spotted Nazji running from a distance.
“Nazji?”
“Sister! Hide me…!”
Nazji looked so desperate that Asha, though it was not her house, let him in.
Soon, she saw the head chef, Wido, running towards them, holding a large knife used to catch wild pigs.
Asha’s eyes widened, and she cried out.
“Mr. Wido, what on earth are you holding?”
At her words, Wido looked at his hand, and he was even more startled.
“Oh! I meant to bring a ladle…”
Nazji was terrified at the sight of him.
“But what’s going on here?”
At Asha’s question, he came to his senses and spoke.
“Ah, did Nazji run this way just now?”
“No, I didn’t see him. What happened?”
Wido sighed deeply.
“Well, that rascal Nazji ate all the dessert that was supposed to be served at dinner tonight.”
“What?”
Asha blinked her eyes.
She felt a shudder, like a sudden movement from inside the house.
“I pleaded with him to wait until dinner, but he ate it all! Today we were having a special party to celebrate Asha’s return to the nest, but…!”
Wido, a stout man, jumped up and down in place and then, drained of energy, collapsed onto a log.
Asha went to him, smiling.
“I’m okay. Thank you for caring.”
Wido replied gloomily.
“But, the leader specifically asked me… In fact, the atmosphere of the hideout was like thin ice until Asha returned. Just when it seemed to be getting better, I made this mistake…”
At the fact that Jackal was secretly preparing an event, Asha’s face turned red again.
“I’m really okay. If Nazji ate it, I’m rather glad.”
At those words, Nazji, who had been hiding against the wall, opened his eyes wide and froze.
Asha told him the story of when Nazji had come to her room with a bowl of rice during their first hunt.
The head chef listened, his eyes wide, unbelieving.
“What? That’s unbelievable!”
“My goodness, is that true? No one can curb his appetite… that’s truly astonishing.”
“Does Najee have a big appetite?”
“Big? When he first came here, he would eat all the food that the members were supposed to consume in a day.”
Asha was slightly surprised.
She was curious about how a young child like Najee, who was also of the Nephesh tribe, became a hunter. But With spoke first, explaining.
“There was once a thief who sneaked into the village. Until then, all the food caught in our traps disappeared without a trace, and everyone suspected it was some clever animal. But as it turned out, it was Najee. He must have been terribly hungry that day, as he was caught shoving food into his mouth in the kitchen, forgetting to be cautious. The head found him and dragged him out by the scruff of his neck.”
The chef recalled the memory, chuckling.
“But the little guy ate so well that it was fascinating, so the head actually served him food and told him to eat. The head likes people who eat well.”
He finished with a wink.
Asha suddenly remembered something Jackal once said to her.
‘Every time I see you, I feel it, you eat really hard.’
Her face flushed for no reason.
Somehow, he seemed to be watching her intently whenever she ate, and it seemed he liked her eating well.
With cleared his throat and continued.
“But Najee, when told to eat openly, looked around and finally threw up. You have no idea how pitiful he looked as a child, sweating and groaning in pain, trying not to throw up.”
“……So what happened then?”
Asha asked, her face filled with interest, and With shrugged as he replied.
“Everyone was about to scold him but then held back. The head must have pitied the orphaned, wandering child, warmed his hands, patted his back, and took care of him all night. And the next day, he made him work to pay off the food he stole.”
Asha laughed again.
The repayment was exactly like him.
With also smiled slightly and said.
“But how did Najee end up as a member, huh? He’s small and nimble, hunts well, climbs trees well, so the head just let him stay. Though he’s a brat like a thunderbolt and gets scolded a lot, he gets praised when deserved, so he still follows the head like a parent.”
Jackal indeed appeared cold but gave everyone a fair chance and looked after them warmly as a leader.
No wonder the Ricaons followed him without complaint or rebellion.
Jackal would catch Najee whenever he tried to steal, spank his buttocks with his palm ‘slapslap’, and Najee would cover his eyes with his arms and cry ‘boohoo’ and run out, but he would soon be caught again.
Hearing that Jackal had made Najee reflect by facing the wall, Asha laughed again.
She remembered Shepi’s appearance reflecting against the wall last night.
“I’ve never seen Najee share food before, he must really like you, Asha.”
With chuckled again.
Actually, Asha didn’t know, but Najee had liked her since she willingly gave him food in the snowfield, in gratitude for saving his life.
But then, Jackal was coming from afar.
He seemed to have left something at home, and as he hurried inside, Asha was surprised and reached out her hand.
“Ah, in there is…!”
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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