Releasing her held breath slowly, Da Jung lowered her head. If she had to sit face to face with that man and eat, she was sure she would probably vomit.
Retreat first.
Just as she was about to quietly turn around, something heavy descended onto her head.
The man’s large hand, like it was gripping a basketball, spun Da Jung’s head around.
It was a rather humiliating moment, but instead of getting angry, Da Jung, with startled rabbit eyes, looked at the man incredulously who was treating her head like a ball.
“Not eating and just going?”
“Oh, I was thinking….”
“If you don’t have thoughts, just sit. Unless you want to be sued.”
“….”
Once again forcibly recruited as a meal assistant, Da Jung robotically served the food with a halflost soul.
After somehow finishing a meal and escaping up the stairs ahead, the man’s voice echoed from behind.
“By the way, didn’t you lose something?”
“Pardon?”
The leg that reflexively turned around wobbled. The man who had been staring blankly tilted his head slightly.
“The thing you lost.”
“…No, I didn’t.”
“You should have.”
The man’s gaze, which had been closely attached to Da Jung’s face, fell vertically. The eyes that had been stubbornly observing below her navel returned to Da Jung’s face.
“Do you usually not wear it?”
“Pardon?”
“I have it. The thing you lost.”
The man climbing the stairs bent his upper body towards Da Jung. As the distance gradually closed, Da Jung became as close to the wall as a cornered mouse.
His lips, close to her ear, breathed out.
“If you want it, come to my room.”
After whispering as soft as the wind and withdrawing, he changed direction and leisurely climbed the stairs.
Da Jung, who had forgotten even to breathe and stood stiff like a statue, felt her ears heat up.
Confined to her bed without being able to go out, let alone travel to the Gothic district, Da Jung curled up small.
Neither the trip nor Gaudi could dominate Da Jung’s consciousness anymore.
‘Come to my room.’
The man’s voice echoed in her ears like a reverberation.
Indifferent yet provocative temptation.
Even if it was just her delusion, one thing was certain; Da Jung was attracted to him.
Was it the moment when his firm arms and chest enveloped her shoulders at the dinner table?
Or when he slowed his steps to match hers? Or when he leaned into her ear, whispered something provocative, and distanced himself?
Each moment was a new feeling, so it was difficult to specify when.
Tick tock, she was strangely conscious of the clock’s ticking. The more the impulsive feeling surged, the more the inexplicable compulsion and restlessness accompanied it, pressuring Da Jung.
As the sun tilted, Da Jung, who had made up her mind, got out of bed and started rummaging through her trunk.
All she had were shorts and tshirts, which were comfortable for activities at tourist destinations. After much deliberation, she changed into the shortest shorts and a tight tshirt.
The flat pouch contained nothing but a pale pinkish lip balm. After applying it several times, her lips finally gained some color.
After getting ready, she left the room and walked down the corridor that bent in a shape of a ‘기’ (Korean letter ‘Gi’), stopping in front of room 206.
The small, clenched fist bravely knocked on the door.
Knock knock.
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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