“I think the same. If she joins as the youngest and learns, she’ll grow quickly.”
In the photo, Lee Ji Soo looked much neater and brighter than Seo Ha remembered.
The dress she couldn’t bring herself to throw away, the flat pancake Seung Oh ate and praised, and Ji Soo’s flushed face as she knelt on the floor – all these images overlapped with the neat photo.
Seo Ha pushed the resume aside and flipped through the portfolio one page at a time. As someone had mentioned, the designs were popular and, to put it negatively, lacked individuality. Regardless of her personal and unpleasant experience, she didn’t find the portfolio itself appealing.
“Okay. Applicant Lee Ji Soo is eliminated.”
With the flipping of the resume, the meeting for hiring a new designer came to an end.
It was fortunate that the portfolio wasn’t good. If Ji Soo had presented a standout design, Seo Ha would have put her documents on the list of successful candidates without hesitation.
For Kang Yoon Company, which her parents had created by taking one character from their names and which they had raised from the ground up by running around tirelessly.
[I have a meeting, so I’ll have to go. Can’t leave work together today.]It was a message from Seung Oh around the time they were leaving work. As a result, Seo Ha was the lucky winner of the taxicatching war on her way home.
The winter sun was quick to set. When Seo Ha stepped outside the company, the sky was already dark, and the red brake lights crawled along the congested road.
Of course, no matter how much she craned her neck like a meerkat with one foot raised, she couldn’t see a taxi with its light on.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
The sharp wind between the buildings mercilessly slashed at her cheeks. As if it was the worst possible day, flurries started to fall from the gloomy sky.
“Snow always comes at times like this.”
Seo Ha tightened Seung Oh’s scarf around her neck. She thought it was unlikely a taxi would come if she waited for an hour here, so she decided it would be better to walk a bit and take the subway.
She should have worn a padded jacket and fur boots.
In the morning, her thin coat and beige long boots, which had looked pretty, now seemed unbearably annoying.
Walking with regret as her companion, the soft flurries eventually turned into a cold rain. She had barely managed to reach the subway station entrance, only to find a sign that said it was under construction.
It really was a day when nothing went right.
To avoid the increasingly heavy rain, Seo Ha dashed to the nearby bus stop. The small area under the roof of the bus stop was already packed with people waiting for the bus and those like Seo Ha, who had run in to avoid the rain.
“Excuse me. Just a moment!”
Even though she tried to shrink her shoulders as much as possible, she still brushed against strangers. Her glossy cashmere coat and soft leather boots were nothing but a burden now.
Would it keep raining? Should she call her mom?
While watching the rain, Seo Ha’s gaze suddenly fixed on something across the street.
“…?”
At first, she thought it was just a car of the same color. Upon closer inspection, she thought the make was also the same. It was only when she squinted her eyes to check the license plate that her thoughts shattered.
“Lee Seung Oh?”
He said he had a meeting. Was the meeting place nearby? Despite her defensive thoughts, her heart raced uncontrollably. Thump, thump, thump, thump. It seemed that her chest reacted to a bad feeling before her head did.
Seung Oh’s car was parked with its hazard lights on in front of the busy subway station. He seemed to pay no attention to the other cars honking impatiently behind him.
Soon, a woman ran up to the car and nonchalantly climbed in. She took the seat next to Seung Oh, the same one Seo Ha had occupied in the morning.
Macaron.
The pink macaron she had taken a bite of and dropped hit the back of Seo Ha’s head like a huge chunk of ice.
Seo Ha pulled out her trembling hand to grab her phone. The message from Seung Oh she had checked earlier was still on the screen.
[I have a meeting, so I have to go out. I won’t be able to leave work with you today.]As soon as she pressed the call button, the dial tone started. Listening to the dial tone and watching Seung Oh’s car drive away, Seo Ha wet her pale lips with her tongue.
[Hello.]“Yeah, honey.”
Hoping her voice didn’t tremble too much.
“Where are you? It suddenly started raining. Can you pick me up? I can’t catch a taxi…”
‘Wait there, I’ll be there soon. Don’t go out,’ she wished he would say.
[I can’t right now.]Seung Oh replied in the same tone as always.
[I’m in Gyeonggi Province now. I told you I have a meeting.]Right. That’s what it was.
The top of her head felt cold. The unpleasant pounding in her chest sped up uncontrollably.
“…Okay.”
Strangely, her voice didn’t tremble.
The call was cut off before she could even press the end button. There wasn’t even a perfunctory question like how she would get home or if she at least had an umbrella.
Seo Ha stepped out into the now even heavier rain. The wellbeing of her cashmere coat and leather boots that should never get wet didn’t matter to her anymore. She just wanted to walk and walk until she disappeared somewhere.
As she walked aimlessly, receiving the cold winter rain colder than her tears, she wondered how long she had been walking.
The pouring rain suddenly stopped. Seo Ha halted her steps and looked back with her blurry eyes.
“Why are you wandering around so miserably? How pitiful, Ms. Silver Spoon.”
What a day. It was a day when nothing terrible was supposed to happen. Of all the times, she had to run into this person.
He was wearing a black long coat that reached below his knees. Maybe it was because of the darkness around them, but his skin looked even paler than usual, and his insufferably attractive lips were even redder.
His hair was neatly combed back, his large umbrella in one hand, which was also wearing leather gloves.
“It doesn’t seem like something you, Secretary Ryu, should be concerned about.”
Seo Ha held her head up high and replied coldly. It meant she wanted him to mind his own business and go his own way.
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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