“If that’s not love, then there’s no love in this world. Unni. Even if that love comes back as an arrow and hurts you, I think you should endure it to some extent. If you’ve received that much love, you should be able to take a little bit of hate too.”
Yeoreum felt another stab of regret. She thought she had no more regrets left, but Yeong’s words pierced her again. The man who stood in the rain two years ago walked into her heart.
Was that really the best choice? Yeoreum still didn’t know the answer.
He was a man who just wouldn’t give up. He calmly accepted the strategy of tax evasion reporting, which was meant to ensure they would definitely break up. She stabbed him in the back and turned away, but Yeoreum had been pricked by it countless times since.
It hurt. Seo Tae-seok was a man who could cause heartache. She was tired of it. Yeoreum just wanted to be happy now.
Regardless of whatever her feelings might be, it was a relationship that had already ended. That was all she needed to think about.
“It’s all in the past.”
Yeoreum said somewhat rigidly.
“Once the drama is over, there’s no more reason to see each other.”
[Star Icon]A few days passed.
Yeoreum lived a busy life. To start working at Tae-seok’s house from Monday, she had to deal with postponed tasks. On the last weekday, she went to the bank to reissue her public certification password and stopped by a bookstore
Looking at his sweat-drenched body, he briefly contemplated but eventually shook his head.
There was no need to specifically tell her that the front door password was still Choi Yeoreum’s birthday. He hadn’t changed it simply out of laziness. He wiped his body roughly with a towel and walked towards the entrance.
Opening the door, he found Yeoreum standing there. Tae-seok spoke in as dry a tone as he could muster.
“Come in.”
Yeoreum’s gaze, initially fixed on her toes, slowly rose to meet Tae-seok’s eyes.
The strong scent of his body was palpable, as he stood there shirtless. Yeoreum almost screamed.
How could he be so unprepared, especially when he himself had insisted she arrive by 9 AM? It was absurd, regardless of how lightly he regarded her.
Tae-seok’s breathing was still heavy. He made a slightly grimacing face as he caught his breath, stepping aside to let her in. True to his reputation as a fitness fanatic, he seemed to have run with all his might since the morning.
“What are you doing? Come in.”
Yeoreum put pressure on her toes. His provocatively casual demeanor and scent were stifling her breath right from the morning.
After taking a brief deep breath internally, she moved. She stepped in, carefully avoiding any contact, as if even the slightest touch might be dangerous.
It seemed like she could hear a mocking laugh behind her, but she had no time to pay attention to that.
“Just wait a moment.”
Tae-seok spoke coldly, disregarding Yeoreum’s reaction, and went into the bathroom. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. She felt her heart might have stopped if she had been even a moment later.
‘Tae-seok must be crazy. What is he doing?’
Her heart pounded uncontrollably, perhaps from the shock. She fanned herself with her hand, trying to calm down, but it didn’t help.
‘Can I get a glass of water?’
She realized she was aimlessly wandering around the living room.
She stopped and looked around the room. Only now did she truly see this place. She had deliberately avoided looking around since their reunion. The landscapes she had once deliberately ignored now caught her eye one by one.
A framed picture of the blue sea Yeoreum liked and a large plant caught her eye.
She couldn’t muster the courage to drink water and instead approached the picture. She barely remembered the name of the artist who painted it, a newcomer back then. She had liked the color palette, and Tae-seok had bought it for her. It was too big for Yeoreum’s house, so they had placed it here.
“Take it whenever you want. I’ll just store it.”
Was this painting still hers? She thought about asking to take it now but shook her head. She had no intention of asking for it, and it still didn’t seem appropriate to hang in her house.
‘He’d be furious, for sure.’
Then she noticed a door.
It was her workspace that Tae-seok had named “Yeoreum’s Room.” A place carefully decorated to her taste, down to the trash can and stapler. It was here that the script for “Hold My Hand” was completed.
“Feel free to use it. I made it for you to use.”
“Wow. It’s really spacious and nice. I’m touched.”
The conversations of the couple from those times briefly passed in front of the door.
What was the room being used for now?
Standing in front of the door, Yeoreum wondered how long Tae-seok had been in the bathroom.
Then she turned her head and looked at the distant bathroom. There was no sign of the door opening. Of course, just looking wouldn’t tell her, but she felt it.
‘It should be okay for a moment.’
Where did she find the courage, considering she couldn’t even drink a glass of water due to discomfort? Yeoreum cautiously opened the door. She only planned to take a quick peek and then close it right away. But the scene visible through the light pouring in was all too familiar.
‘My goodness. It can’t be.’
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
