The Heiress in Blue (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
The two men snarled, but could only thrash helplessly in place without moving an inch.
He dragged both men around the pool by their hair, like a child playing with toys.
Yeoreum was amazed.
Because he wore a black rash guard beneath his poncho, every time he moved, his thigh muscles—clearly visible for a split second—twitched with raw, masculine vigor.
“I swear, if you don’t let go right now, you’re asking for death!”
At the men’s frantic cries, he reluctantly released his grip.
“That damn bastard!”
The men, rubbing their sore heads for a moment, lunged at him in rage.
But he nimbly dodged the punches flying from both sides.
‘Look at those footwork skills! And those tight muscles! Unreal!’
Yeoreum stood there with her mouth agape, watching like a fascinated onlooker.
Just then, the woman—who’d been momentarily stunned—sneaked up and suddenly attacked Yeoreum.
But once again, Yeoreum dodged and grabbed the woman by her hair.
“…Ah! It hurts!”
“I don’t get why you keep doing things that’ll only make you suffer.”
Pulling the woman’s hair backward just as she’d done to the men earlier, the woman wailed in pain.
At the commotion, he glanced over.
Yeoreum smiled back with a quiet chuckle.
‘We’re on the same side!’
Just then, a fist flew straight toward his face.
“…Hey!”
The punch, aimed dead-center, was caught firmly in his hand.
He seized both wrists of the startled man, who’d frozen mid-step, and spun him around playfully—like a teasing lover—before flinging him into the pool.
“…N-no, please don’t!”
The remaining man shook his head in fear, but before he could finish, his neck was grabbed and he was tossed into the pool as well.
It looked as effortless as tossing a small pebble.
Yeoreum, watching him, released the woman’s hair.
“Well then—shall we keep going?”
Terrified, the woman took a few steps back and fled.
The two women who’d followed her like maids, and even the men who’d barely managed to crawl out of the pool, did the same.
Thus, the whole commotion came to an end.
Yeoreum exhaled briefly, then approached the man in the poncho.
“Thank you.”
He gave no reply. Yeoreum glanced up at him shyly.
It felt as if the entire universe had frozen in that instant.
Up close, under the shadow of his poncho’s hood, his face was undeniably, breathtakingly handsome.
Especially his intense gaze—it felt like she might get sucked right in.
Yeoreum stared at him, utterly spellbound.
He, too, looked at her for a moment—but then turned away as if it were nothing.
“…U-um! Wait!”
He stopped walking and turned back toward her.
“Your hand… it’s injured.”
Blood was seeping from the back of his left hand.
At her words, he casually balled his left hand into a fist and shook it off.
Then, noticing Yeoreum still fixed on him, he raised his bloodied hand to his lips and licked it clean with a flick of his tongue.
Yeoreum froze instantly.
He let out a soft chuckle.
His perfectly white, even teeth resembled blooming cherry blossoms.
Then, like a well-fed tiger, he sauntered slowly into the villa.
*
“We really should hold your farewell party. Otherwise, we’ll feel slighted, you know.”
“I’m not leaving forever. I’ll come visit.”
“Seriously though, there are so many crazy people these days.”
The staff, who’d ended up cleaning the entire pool area again instead of holding the farewell party due to the uninvited guests, looked exhausted and irritated.
Because of that, Yeoreum decided to cancel the farewell gathering.
“That’s enough—everyone just go home.”
“You should go too. I’ll give you a ride—I’m headed your way.”
It was the team leader.
“No, I’ll just take the subway. It’s faster.”
“Then make sure to contact me when you get the chance, okay?”
“Yes.”
Though they seemed disappointed, they gathered their cleaning supplies and left.
After seeing them off, Yeoreum turned around—and saw that the villa’s lights were still brightly on.
After a brief hesitation, she gathered her courage and rang the front doorbell.
She wanted to properly thank him—something she hadn’t managed to do earlier due to fluster.
‘Is he asleep?’
Even after pressing the bell twice, there was no response.
Yeoreum peeked inside curiously—and absentmindedly grasped the doorknob.
To her surprise, the door was unlocked.
What time even is it right now?
“Hello?”
She stepped inside and called out carefully.
Though unlikely, since the door had been left unlocked, she felt she should check if something had happened.
Yeoreum’s steps faltered.
On the living room sofa, he lay sprawled out loosely.
Realizing it was him, Yeoreum gasped and quickly turned away.
Beneath his white bathrobe, his bare skin was clearly visible.
Since he showed no sign of stirring despite her entrance, he must have been asleep.
Carefully, Yeoreum took a step back toward the entrance.
“What do you need?”
His deep, resonant voice was chillingly attractive.
Yeoreum watched goosebumps form on her own arms in real time.
“I asked, what is it?”
He repeated the question, still staring at the ceiling.
Only his fingers beckoned her closer with a slight twitch.
Hesitantly, Yeoreum approached and stood before him.
Her face flushed hotly in an instant.
His smooth, muscular chest was now even more clearly visible.
On the chest connected to his left clavicle, he bore a plum blossom tattoo.
‘Could he be… a gangster?’
The thought slipped out unbidden.
Yet the tattoo suited him perfectly—and even if he were a gangster, he’d still saved her.
Yeoreum bowed respectfully.
“Thank you so much for earlier. And… here.”
She rummaged in her bag and offered her ever-present antiseptic and a bandage.
His eyes, which had remained closed until now, slowly opened just a slit.
‘Ugh, why is he so unfairly handsome? I can barely breathe…’
Though his eyes appeared slightly sharp at first glance, his dark irises were strikingly clear and beautiful.
“You got hurt because of me—please use these. Also, I’ve cleaned the pool again, so it’s ready for use.”
He closed his eyes and said,
“You put it on for me.”
He extended his left arm forward lazily.
“Me?”
“I’m just tired.”
“…Do you mean… me?”
“If you don’t want to, don’t.”
He let out a languid sigh.
Caught off guard but conflicted, Yeoreum finally moved closer and sat down before him.
‘Look at those hands—why are even his veins so attractive?’
His hands were undeniably masculine, yet his long, slender fingers were stunningly elegant.
Lost in admiration of his hand for a moment, Yeoreum snapped back to attention when his fingers gave a tiny, restless twitch.
She dabbed antiseptic onto cotton, gently cleaned the scrape on his hand, blew softly to dry it, then carefully applied a character-printed bandage—and even tucked an extra one beside it.
“Well then… Goodbye.”
Yeoreum stood and bowed again deeply.
“Did you secure the CCTV footage?”
He spoke.
“What?”
“Those guys—they tend to hold grudges.”
“Oh, I already reported everything to the front desk today. The staff in charge isn’t here, so they’ll send me the footage tomorrow.”
“You really trust that?”
“Huh?”
“Aren’t there barely any trustworthy people in this world?”
“The staff here are all really nice and kind. Thank you for worrying about me.”
Yeoreum bowed once more and turned to leave.
“Do you like cake, by any chance?”
His eyes, which had stayed closed until now, opened and locked onto hers.
Entranced by his gaze, Yeoreum answered a beat too late.
“O-of course! I absolutely love it!”
His slender finger rose and pointed somewhere.
Understanding he meant for her to check, she went over and opened the refrigerator.
Inside sat a cake box.
“Take it.”
“Why are you giving this to me…?”
“I can’t be bothered to throw it away. If you don’t want it, don’t take it.”
The packaging alone screamed luxury.
The cake inside was undoubtedly expensive.
‘Why throw away something so precious?’
“Thank you—I’ll enjoy it.”
Yeoreum bowed shyly.
Then she noticed a small pink card tucked into the cake box.
“There’s a card here—did you check it?”
“No.”
At his reply, Yeoreum took the card and brought it to him.
“Here.”
He accepted the card held out before him.
But then he crumpled it tightly and tossed it toward the trash bin.
“Aren’t you going to read the message?”
“Nah.”
It was a simple reply.
Having nothing more to say, Yeoreum returned to pick up the cake.
The crumpled card lay at her feet.
Because it was crushed, the message inside was visible:
‘Happy Birthday.
―Rin’
“Is it your birthday today, by any chance?”
She asked the man, who still lay sprawled on the sofa.
“Yeah.”
“Did you have seaweed soup?”
“No.”
“Then… did anyone sing you the birthday song?”
“No one did.”
“Did you get any presents?”
“None. Why?”
Without thinking, Yeoreum blurted out,
“Shall I sing you the birthday song, then?”
His eyes opened fully, his expression a mix of disbelief and bewilderment.
“What?”
“You saved me earlier. I have to repay your kindness.”
Yeoreum stepped closer to him again.
“You know the ‘grateful magpie,’ right?”
‘…You’re insane. What are you even doing? That man isn’t your oppa—you just met him today! And you’re offering to sing him a birthday song? Yeoreum, get a grip!’
But the words that came out of her mouth were different.
“It’s still five minutes until midnight, so I’ll do it now. But what’s your name—and how old are you?”
“Wait—are you hitting on me right now?”
“It’s not hitting on you—it’s singing a birthday song.”
He let out a quiet chuckle.
The more she looked, the more his smile seemed worth a million dollars.
“I’m thirty. My name is Gu Sanha.”
“I see.”
“Since you’re already at it, why not give me a little gift too?”
“What?”
He gave his arms a light, playful shake.
“Sing while dancing.”
“Really?”
Yeoreum tossed her bag onto the opposite sofa, cleared her throat, and began.
“Ye, Ye, Happy Birthday Gu Sanha! Check it out now!”
She beatboxed with her mouth and performed a dance routine she’d practiced for a whole month.
As she energetically moved and even attempted a clumsy moonwalk, he—who’d been lying flat on his back—propped himself up on one elbow.
“Happy Birthday to you, Ye! Happy Birthday to you, Ye! Happy Birthday to our beloved Gu Sanha! Ye, Ye, Ye!”
Seeing his widened eyes, Yeoreum grew even more excited and shouted,
“One More Time!”
Now she wasn’t just leaping around the sofa—she grabbed a cushion to mimic a guitar, let her long hair down, and headbanged wildly.
By now, he’d sat fully upright on the sofa.
Encouraged by his posture, Yeoreum sang louder and danced more vigorously.
A burst of laughter finally escaped him.
For some reason, Yeoreum felt happy too.
“So you’re actually a singer, huh?”
After her bizarre, one-of-a-kind birthday performance, he remarked.
“That’s right—I do sing a bit.”
Watching his refreshing smile, she suddenly felt her crazy antics had been worth it.
Then, catching sight of the clock on the wall, Yeoreum grabbed her bag.
“Going already?”
“I need to leave before the last bus. And I’ll really enjoy this cake—thank you so much!”
Yeoreum bowed to him with a bright, cheerful smile.
Of course, she took the expensive cake with her as she left.
*
After her morning shower, Yeoreum opened the kitchen fridge—and froze in dismay.
Right in the center sat the cake box, instantly bringing last night’s events rushing back like a panorama.
And now she remembered exactly what she’d done.
What on earth had possessed her to make such a ridiculous scene in front of a complete stranger?
The more she recalled, the more embarrassed she became—her face felt ready to explode.
She took out the cake box and set it on the dining table.
Inside was, as expected, an exquisitely beautiful cheesecake.
It looked exactly like a physical manifestation of last night’s mortification—making her momentarily dizzy.
“No, no—I was just repaying a kindness.”
Right.
She hadn’t been enchanted by him—she’d simply been playing the role of the grateful magpie.
But as his stunning face and sensual body flashed through her mind again, Yeoreum scooped up a large bite of cake and shoved it into her mouth.
“Ugh, why is this so delicious?”
The taste was absolutely perfect.
It must’ve been made by a master pastry chef.
Perhaps because of the sweetness, her mood suddenly lifted.
Yeoreum carefully sliced the cake, portioned it into small containers, and stored it in the fridge. She also packed three generous pieces into a ziplock bag.
‘I’ll share it with my office colleagues.’
Humming cheerfully, she slipped the bag into her purse.
Just then, the name “Rin” from the card popped into her mind.
It sounded like a girl’s name.
And not just any girl—a very beautiful one.
‘A guy that handsome and charming surely has a girlfriend.’
Had they fought, maybe?
Feeling oddly envious, she scooped another huge bite of cake into her mouth.
“Seriously… it’s so good.”
Quickly lost in bliss, she kept shoveling forkfuls into her mouth.
Just then, her phone on the table rang.
It was an unknown number—she ignored it, but it kept ringing and finally stopped.
A moment later, a short alert chimed—indicating a new message.
Casually checking, Yeoreum’s eyes widened in shock.
‘This is Senior Inspector Kim Sang Moon from the Haeundae Police Station, Investigation Division 1. I am informing you that last night, Ms. Jeong Yeoreum, you were reported for assaulting Ms. Kang Ha Eun at the Uwarium Resort. Please call us upon receiving this message.’
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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