Your Former Wife (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
“Were you having a meal?”
Seo Yeon was startled by the voice coming from behind her—it was her husband.
Hastily wiping away her tears, Seo Yeon turned around.
“You’re back?”
Since when had he been here? How much did he see? Surely he couldn’t have seen everything, right? Seo Yeon anxiously studied Sung Jun’s expression, inexplicably not wanting him to find out she’d been sitting alone at the dining table, crying like a fool.
He’d surely think it pathetic—or at the very least, find it frustrating.
Fortunately, Sung Jun gave no pointed remark; after briefly glancing at the dining table, he simply nodded, fixing his gaze back on Seo Yeon.
“If you haven’t eaten yet, let’s have dinner together.”
Phew—he hadn’t seen anything. Seo Yeon let out a sigh of relief. By then, she’d already composed herself, taking a steady breath before answering with a smile.
“Let’s do that.”
As she replied, Seo Yeon stole a glance at Sung Jun.
His pomade-styled hair neatly swept back, his refined features, and even the custom-tailored suit—worth tens of millions of won—draped impeccably over his frame.
Ordinarily, most people would show some sign of fatigue by the time they got off work, but her husband looked as immaculate as if he’d just finished getting ready for the office.
It was just like him—firmly believing that dressing properly was the first step in conducting business.
He possessed an aura so uniquely commanding it felt almost unfair to call him the same species as ordinary people.
Even though he wasn’t single, it was no wonder countless women vied for the seat beside him.
Thus, Seo Yeon tried to rationalize to herself that her inability to look away from him wasn’t anything extraordinary—before calmly asking,
“You came home earlier than usual today?”
Come to think of it, this was odd.
Her husband was the type who never returned home before very late at night. Overtime and all-nighters were practically routine for him, and during extended overseas business trips, she wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of his face—so seeing him at all, even late at night, was considered fortunate.
The more she thought about it, the more unfamiliar this situation felt.
Why was he home at this hour today? She hadn’t even asked him to come back early. After a brief, awkward pause, Sung Jun answered her question.
“Work wrapped up early today.”
Did that mean on days when work ended early, he’d deliberately come home late? Could it be—no, surely not—that all this time, he’d been purposely returning late? She’d tried so hard to act in ways that wouldn’t bother him. How could he?
A jumble of unsorted thoughts rushed chaotically through her head.
Hold on—had he really scolded her like that, all the while claiming *he* was the one staying late to avoid *her* discomfort?
Eventually, that very conclusion formed silently in her mind, and Seo Yeon couldn’t conceal her pique.
It felt deeply unfair—she couldn’t possibly confront him about it directly.
Observing the subtle shift in Seo Yeon’s expression, Sung Jun turned his gaze back to the dining table and asked,
“What’s with the lunchbox?”
Seo Yeon hesitated at his question. She was reluctant to admit it was the one Ae Sook had sent—it worried her that even mentioning her family might upset or anger him.
In her previous life, he’d visibly disliked it whenever she so much as spoke her family’s names; there was no reason this time would be different. But then again, was lying to him the right thing to do?
“…”
After a moment of hesitation, Seo Yeon cautiously opened her mouth.
“…Mom sent it over a little while ago.”
“Your mother did?”
Contrary to Seo Yeon’s worries, Sung Jun’s expression remained unchanged. In fact—*your mother*? Did her family even deserve such a respectful title?
Unable to resolve the flood of questions in her mind, Seo Yeon stared at him, dazed—until Sung Jun’s indifferent voice broke through.
“It looks completely cold already.”
“Well, yes, but I can just reheat it and eat it.”
“Don’t bother—let’s just order something new.”
“What?”
Seo Yeon replied, her expression uneasy.
“It’s only cold—it’d be such a waste to throw it away. I’ll eat it now.”
But Sung Jun, as if he hadn’t heard her at all, slammed the lunchbox lid shut carelessly and shoved it into an obscure corner.
“…!”
Seo Yeon watched, dumbfounded.
The expensive lunchbox—worth hundreds of thousands of won and delivered wrapped in fine silk fabric—was now shoved into a corner as if it were mere trash, all because of his actions.
As if that weren’t enough, Sung Jun pulled out his phone, called someone, and immediately instructed them to prepare and deliver a fresh lunchbox.
She was speechless, flabbergasted. She’d known all along he had a quietly domineering and willful streak—but still.
He really *did* do everything his own way.
Casting him a look that wasn’t exactly hostile—but clearly revealing her quiet displeasure—Seo Yeon suddenly recalled fragments of his phone conversation and asked, curiosity flickering across her face,
“Wasn’t Jin Sung supposed to be on leave today?”
“He kept begging for vacation for months—but then showed up at the office this morning. Apparently, he’d been meticulously planning a trip for the past month, excited about it, but things fell through with the girl he was seeing.”
“Oh… I see.”
“He said he’d feel depressed staying home alone, nearly crying over it—so I told him he could come in if he wanted. He must’ve been pretty shocked; he’s on his way now.”
“Really?”
Nodding in understanding, Seo Yeon asked,
“Then why is he still not off duty, waiting around instead?”
Sung Jun replied nonchalantly,
“He’s got a surprisingly rigid side, despite his looks. He insisted it’s still working hours, so he can’t leave yet—said he wants to earn the salary he’s paid, or something like that. So I told him to wait in the car as usual, and he just said okay and hung up.”
As far as Seo Yeon knew, even years later, Jin Sung would remain single—never once managing to have a girlfriend—not by choice, but due to circumstances beyond his control.
*He seemed so sincere and kind…*
Perhaps, in this life, she could introduce him to a good match?
Seo Yeon was quietly lamenting Jin Sung’s perpetually unsuccessful love life and meddling in her thoughts—when Sung Jun suddenly spoke again.
“So why were you crying?”
“…!”
At his abrupt remark, Seo Yeon’s hazel eyes widened instantly.
Had he been pretending not to notice all this time? If he was going to feign ignorance, he should’ve kept it up—why suddenly act like he knew? How mortifying.
“…”
Glaring at him resentfully, Seo Yeon hurriedly opened her mouth.
“I wasn’t crying.”
“But you were.”
Sung Jun’s slender finger reached toward the corner of her eye. At the same time, Seo Yeon’s shoulders trembled faintly—not from ticklishness, but from an inexplicable, eerie sensation that made goosebumps rise along her skin. Fixing his gaze intently on her, Sung Jun repeated,
“You *were* crying.”
Contrary to Seo Yeon’s expectations, he clearly had no intention of letting the matter drop.
“Why were you crying?”
Without withdrawing his finger from her eye, he asked once more.
In her experience, when her husband assumed that serious expression and dug in his heels, no one in the world could sway him—only a response he found personally satisfying would make him relent.
“…”
Flustered under the unwavering scrutiny of his deep black eyes, Seo Yeon averted her gaze and answered carefully,
“…I just missed my family.”
She’d missed them desperately, yearned for them endlessly.
More precisely, she missed her family from the warm days when they’d given her love without hesitation—the happy moments of the past. She’d cried while remembering *that* time and *those* people, not her family as they were now—but she couldn’t possibly explain all that.
Then, an uneasy thought crossed her mind, and Seo Yeon stiffened.
*Is it really okay to bring up my family with him?*
Her husband had made tremendous sacrifices because of her family—a fact no one could deny.
Knowing all too well the weight of those issues, she couldn’t shake the feeling that mentioning her family in front of him had been profoundly reckless.
Worried, she looked up at him—only to hear his sharp, curt voice.
“If you miss them *that* much, go see them. Is it really that difficult?”
“…”
“You look presentable enough. Even a frog might ask to be friends with you.”
“…”
Apparently, she’d started crying again without even realizing it—
She knew this because her husband clicked his tongue, muttering something about frogs and how utterly unpitiable she was.
She fully understood his personality—he was *never* the tender or warm type. Though their relationship couldn’t exactly be called close, he *had* been the person nearest to her for a long time.
Precisely because she knew him so well, she hadn’t expected to feel disappointed—but strangely, today, his indifferent words and actions stirred an unexpected lump in her throat.
I’m not asking for much from you. I just wanted you to pretend not to notice when I’m crying—that’s all. Seo Yeon’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“You’d probably say something like that even if I explained.”
Just as Seo Yeon opened her mouth to protest, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes—Sung Jun lowered his lips, his dark eyes locked intently onto hers.
“!”
Her tears froze mid-fall—or rather, *she* froze entirely.
What had begun as a simple touch of lips slowly deepened as he gently drew hers in—and her heart began pounding as if it might burst from her chest.
What… is this?
It seemed true—a person’s mind really *does* go blank when overwhelmed with shock.
Unable to even form the simplest thought about how to react, Seo Yeon simply blinked, her eyelashes fluttering mutely, as if she had no other option.
Right now—what exactly is this man *doing* to me?
A moment later, as her capacity to think began returning, Seo Yeon was stunned.
Could it be—he just kissed me?
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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