The Season of Prettiest You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Taeseok started exercising to clear his head. Hong Manager watched him with a look of exhaustion as Taeseok, who hadn’t taken a single day off from working out in the past two years, suddenly doubled down on his efforts.
“Got any exposure scenes?”
“No.”
“Then take it easy. Your body’s already in great shape.”
He knew that. Because he threw himself into exercise whenever distracting thoughts came, his physical condition was peak. But since his mind just wouldn’t settle, he felt he had to push his body to its limits instead.
He was thinking about two things.
First, he couldn’t act with such a messy script.
He could coach and rewrite it himself, but time was tight. “Hold My Hand” would start filming in just two weeks—far too rushed. He was racking his brain for ways to buy more time.
‘Looks like that’s the only way.’
Second, Choi Yeoreum kept appearing far too innocent.
He’d expected her to act like a prickly, venomous cat—always claws out—but instead, she just quietly endured even insults. That bothered Taeseok deeply.
Things kept veering unpredictably.
He’d originally planned to keep her close under the pretext of the drama, torment her a bit, and make her confront each of her past mistakes.
If she ended up apologizing, that’d be even better. But somehow, his heart kept heating up strangely, creating a subtle gap—and through that gap, her clear, pure face kept unexpectedly popping into view.
“Manager Hong, call Director Lee and set up a meeting.”
Taeseok ran a hand through his hair. He definitely needed to think about Choi Yeoreum a little more.
Meeting at a café near the broadcasting station, the two exchanged brief pleasantries before diving straight into business.
“About the script, Director.”
Taeseok gave a faint smirk.
“It’s absolutely terrible.”
Just as expected, Director Lee’s face instantly stiffened. He seemed speechless, as if mentally juggling hundreds of thoughts at once until his mind went blank. Taeseok continued.
“There’s no way the sole writer can handle this schedule without any assistant writers. It’s far too rushed.”
“I’m rewriting it—this time it’ll be proper…”
“I won’t act with such a sloppy script.”
Taeseok set down his coffee, glanced briefly at his watch, and spoke with deliberate indifference, adding just a hint of arrogance to his eyes. He reminded himself this was purely his own desire for a high-quality script—nothing more.
“If you want to keep Seo Taeseok as the lead…”
“…”
“Give me another month. Enough time to thoroughly rewrite the script.”
Director Lee’s face turned dark.
“The broadcast schedule’s already locked in—where am I supposed to find time? It’s impossible. I’ll ask Writer Choi to just push through and write faster even if it’s tough…”
Taeseok’s brow tensed slightly.
He remembered her face—coming home with her hair hastily tied up and no makeup on, her heavy footsteps audible just from hearing them, exhaustion clinging thickly to her eyes and shoulders. All those images came rushing back.
“That violates labor law, Director.”
Taeseok leaned back comfortably against his chair and spoke again.
“Figure out a way to create time. If not, I’ll stick with my original plan—to appear only as supporting actor Lee Hyunjun, popping in briefly from episode five and vanishing again, exactly as in the initial script.”
Taeseok could practically see the flood of ads, PPL deals, and production sponsorships flashing through the director’s mind. He hoped the director would think harder—and prioritize the money.
“I heard you’ve already secured massive ad deals. Do you really think the network will just give that up?”
“I’ll need to consult with the department head.”
Director Lee pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. Taeseok gave another small, knowing smile.
“I hope your discussion goes positively.”
“A whole month… that’ll be tough.”
“There’s special programming, and you could always extend the episode count of currently airing dramas. Come on, between professionals—you know there’s always a way if you really want one.”
Taeseok slowly rose from his seat, driving the point home.
“I won’t act with a half-baked script. Make a firm decision and let my manager know today.”
As Taeseok stood, the subtly glancing eyes around him immediately snapped toward him. Someone even pulled out a camera. Manager Hong calmly intervened, and Taeseok gave a light bow before leaving the café.
He was in a good mood—confident things would go his way. As he got into the car, he didn’t bother hiding the smile tugging at his lips. Seeing Manager Hong shake his head with a sigh, Taeseok took out his phone.
He dialed.
He’d just thought of a perfect excuse—to have the script rewritten at a relaxed pace and use that as a reason to keep Choi Yeoreum tied up. Since time was practically already secured, he planned to call her over to his place today to discuss it. But she wasn’t answering.
‘She’s not picking up my call?’
His smile vanished. Taeseok redialed, but again, no answer.
He sent a message, then tapped his phone against his palm, lost in thought. It bothered him. She definitely hadn’t suddenly grown bold enough to openly rebel—so why wouldn’t she answer at this hour?
‘Cheon Ji Hyeok.’
Suddenly, he remembered yesterday’s missed call on Yeoreum’s phone.
“Probably because we agreed to volunteer together tomorrow.”
Taeseok’s expression hardened instantly. He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten something so obvious—even he found it ridiculous.
Irritated, he reopened his messages—though the unread indicator ‘1’ had disappeared, there was still no reply. The feeling of being ignored drew a hollow laugh from him.
He still had no intention of letting her meet that man face-to-face. Of course, Cheon Ji Hyeok was still just a green kid, possibly harmless—but people were unpredictable.
[Come to my place before today ends. No matter what.]Taeseok’s forearm tensed. He turned to Manager Hong, who was driving, and asked,
“Minwoo, how old is Ji Hyeok this year? Twenty-three? Or twenty-four?”
Manager Hong slammed his palm against the steering wheel and went on, muttering not really as a scold but more as a complaint: Seo Taeseok acted like the world revolved around him and never cared whether others aged or not.
“How many years ago was Ji Hyeok twenty-three? Do you think only you age? He’s twenty-six this year—a five-year gap between you.”
The nagging didn’t register. If Cheon Ji Hyeok was twenty-six, he was only two years younger than Choi Yeoreum. Taeseok suddenly recalled a recent article he’d read about how couples with a two-year age difference were extremely common.
Taeseok’s expression darkened.
“That Maltese back then? Got parvo but barely survived.”
“Yeah, that one.”
Inside a café filled with the sweet aroma of fresh bread, Yeoreum and Ji Hyeok sat facing each other.
They’d originally planned to volunteer at an animal shelter, but after hearing about Yeoreum’s brutal schedule, Ji Hyeok promptly gave up. Instead, since they’d already made plans, he came to her neighborhood and asked her to buy him a drink.
“I kept worrying about that dog, and Mom happened to say she wanted to adopt a puppy, so we went ahead and did it.”
Yeoreum nodded lightly, her expression clearly relieved.
Though he’d seen her fewer than ten times, Ji Hyeok already understood her personality. Simple, honest, quiet, pure—and beautiful.
Whether or not they kept the dog didn’t really matter. There were other ways to ease his mother’s loneliness besides pets.
But when he saw Yeoreum’s pained expression watching a trembling little puppy during their last shelter visit, Ji Hyeok instantly decided to adopt. He believed the dog might help bring him closer to Yeoreum.
Of course, it wasn’t purely for his own gain—he genuinely liked the little creature, too.
“Thanks. Even if you didn’t adopt just because of me, I was still really worried.”
Yeoreum offered a soft smile.
Ji Hyeok felt more than sufficiently rewarded.
Just then, a sliver of sunlight fell on Yeoreum, and Ji Hyeok was suddenly reminded of the first day he met her.
That day, too, the sun had shone brightly under a clear sky. He’d been curious even before meeting her—curious about this young female writer not yet thirty who’d apparently penned a surprisingly solid script.
Yeoreum had walked in with the sunlight. Just a white blouse and jeans—that was all—but her presence felt entirely different from any woman he’d known.
Having debuted as a teenager and grown up surrounded by celebrities, Ji Hyeok found Yeoreum’s bare-faced, understated look refreshingly unusual. It had been a long time since he’d seen a young woman who wore absolutely no eye makeup.
His curiosity quickly turned into attraction. Ji Hyeok didn’t take long to acknowledge his own feelings.
“Come over sometime—to my place.”
He liked her.
He wasn’t planning to rush anything. He believed that if he stayed naturally by her side—like a friend, or maybe an older brother—she’d gradually open her heart to him. He really hoped she would.
“Don’t you live with your parents? You said you adopted the dog because of your mom.”
“My dad’s not around—just my mom, but we don’t actually live together. She’s in the next building. The puppy will mostly stay at her place, but when I’m free, I’ll keep him with me.”
Yeoreum just nodded again. Ji Hyeok teased lightly.
“What’s this? Unnie—parents are a no-go, but living alone is fine? That’s suspicious.”
Yeoreum quickly waved her hands in denial.
“No! I just… didn’t want the elders to misunderstand anything.”
“What misunderstanding?” he wanted to ask—but her ears had already turned red. Afraid she might look like she was about to cry if he teased her further, Ji Hyeok stopped himself just in time. Then he noticed her phone lighting up.
“Isn’t that a call? Looks like it’s on silent.”
Yeoreum picked up her phone, checked the caller, and bit her lip slightly. She’d thought she was safe after days without contact—but apparently, he wasn’t giving up. Still, answering in front of Ji Hyeok seemed awkward, so she ignored it for now.
“It’s fine.”
She felt like she had indigestion. Lately, that’s exactly how Yeoreum felt—as if a stubborn blockage sat heavily in her chest, refusing to budge no matter how much she tried. The man who’d haunted her for two years in relentless nightmares had now appeared in real life—and was doing even worse than in her dreams.
For example, constantly ordering her to come over to his place.
Going to that house left her with nowhere to look. Taeseok from springtime smiled at her from every corner. It was suffocating.
Seeing him was the nightmare itself.
“I should get some bread to go, Unnie. Just a sec.”
While Ji Hyeok stepped away, Yeoreum checked her phone and saw several messages waiting. His tone was harsh, laced with irritation from giving commands. She hesitated briefly but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to reply—she simply had nothing to say.
When Ji Hyeok returned, he handed her one of two shopping bags.
“Take this home and share it with Youngyi. I picked only the best ones here.”
“Thank you.”
They chatted casually for a while longer. Yeoreum smiled brightly and responded well—but kept getting distracted by the man whose presence flickered insistently from her bag’s glowing screen.
Her phone kept flashing, pulling at her ankle like a drowning ghost refusing to let go.
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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