Watching Juhan’s large, slightly blunt-fingered hands with prominent veins moving, Eunsu was startled by a voice from behind.
“Manager. Why are you standing there?”
Somin, carrying a paper bag, looked puzzled as she descended the stairs.
Alerted by Somin’s voice, Juhan also stopped his work and turned around. Eunsu, feeling awkward, quickly spoke.
“No, I just came down for something… I forgot what I wanted to ask.”
Juhan sent her a slightly amused look.
“Why are you flustered when I’m the one adjusting to jet lag?”
“Right! That’s what I wanted to ask. When’s the next container shipment due?”
Juhan slightly furrowed his brow then relaxed it.
“The one from the U.S. should arrive by the end of this month. I’ll check the exact date.”
“Okay.”
Somin, slightly embarrassed, showed the paper bag.
“I asked Jaelim on my way out, and everyone in the office had lunch, so I just bought for you and me…”
“Right, we had lunch. Don’t worry about it, go ahead and eat.”
Eunsu gestured encouragingly. Juhan approached Somin, who put down two sandwiches and two drinks on a side table near the workbench.
“Is this one marked ‘Cucumber X’ mine?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks, I’ll just have a quick bite.”
Juhan picked up the sandwich with a big X marked on the wrapper and smiled. Somin also casually smiled and picked up her drink.
Watching them, Eunsu’s mind flashed back to a day when she was eighteen, in her second year of high school.
She was sitting alone in the corner of the cafeteria, quietly eating. Suddenly, the chair opposite her moved.
Kim Juhan, who she knew by face and name but wasn’t close with, sat down with his tray.
Surprised, Eunsu looked at him quizzically. The only interaction they had was a brief ‘hello’ when they became desk mates that morning.
There were plenty of other seats, and his friends seemed to be sitting elsewhere. Eunsu was about to eat again when Juhan unexpectedly spoke.
“Desk mate.”
“……?”
Eunsu paused her chopstick movement and glanced at Juhan’s face, then down at her uniform top. Her name was clearly written on her name tag, so she wondered why he called her that way. Juhan then asked,
“Why aren’t you eating this?”
He pointed to the cucumber salad. Eunsu considered ignoring him but briefly replied,
“I don’t like it.”
“Then, can I eat it?”
Eunsu frowned. It was odd for someone she wasn’t close with to ask such a thing, but Juhan, without hesitation, took her cucumbers with his chopsticks and replaced them with some of his egg roll.
“What’s this about?”
Eunsu sharply retorted. Juhan, unfazed, simply smiled.
“Since you gave me yours, I gave you mine. Go on, eat.”
Years later, Eunsu asked why he had oddly called her ‘desk mate’ in such a cheesy manner.
Juhan awkwardly smiled and said he didn’t know. Calling her ‘Eunsu’ felt even more ticklish at that time.
It turned out Juhan also didn’t like cucumbers. When asked why he asked for them, he said he had no choice since that was the only thing she didn’t eat, and told her to stop asking, covering his mouth with his hand…
‘What am I doing right now?’
Watching Juhan and Somin comfortably eating together at the table, Eunsu wondered why she was still there and decided to go back upstairs.
However, as she started to climb the stairs, she heard heavy footsteps and saw Jaelim pop up with a camera in hand.
“Oh, Manager, you’re still here. Perfect. I was thinking of taking some natural-looking photos with the warehouse as the background…”
Jaelim naturally pulled Eunsu back down as she explained. Caught off guard, Eunsu helped set up a chair in front of a well-lit window, then suddenly realized,
“Wait, why am I acting as your assistant?”
“Just turn the handle a bit towards me, please? It looks more casual that way, thank you.”
“But this one doesn’t listen at all…”
Eunsu put her hand on her hip, frowning. Jaelim, absorbed in his artistic world, kept snapping photos and then chuckled.
“Ah, this is killer. I’ve created art again.”
“Getting artistic, huh?”
“But it’s a bit monotonous with just photos of the items.”
Jaelim’s gaze shifted. Eunsu followed his gaze to see Juhan, who had finished eating and was conversing with Somin, looking at a phone placed on the workbench.
“It’s amazing how this part is all hand-stitched.”
“Exactly.”
“But we don’t necessarily need to restore it to look brand new, do we?”
“True. But there’s a difference between being unable to do it due to lack of skill, and choosing to preserve its character.”
“I see what you mean.”
Jaelim interjected between Juhan and Somin.
“What’s up?”
On Juhan’s phone, a video showed an elderly man with white hair holding an unidentified tool.
“I was able to watch an artisan in Finland restoring a chair from the 1930s during my trip. I got permission and filmed it.”
“Really?”
Eunsu leaned in to look. Meanwhile, Jaelim stepped back and raised his camera again.
“I don’t know what it is, but Manager, your side profile, looking down at the table, looks really good right now. Can I take a picture?”
“Jaelim.”
Juhan, without straightening up, said,
“Let’s just sell our furniture. Don’t sell my face.”
“Huh?”
“Being handsome isn’t why my face is like this.”
Before Juhan could finish, Eunsu interjected.
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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