Startled, the pickpocket froze momentarily and stared at the person in front of him.
It was the same woman whose purse he had just stolen moments ago.
He glanced around—she didn’t seem to have any guards with her.
She must have come alone to search for her purse.
His racing heart began to calm.
He must have imagined that flying object earlier.
“Miss. You startled me for nothing.”
“Give it back.”
Her words, coming from someone smaller and seemingly harmless, sounded laughable.
But just in case guards arrived later, he quickly considered running away.
Getting tangled with nobles never ended well.
“If I were going to return it, why would I have stolen it in the first place?
Noble lady, don’t wander around alone and get yourself into trouble. Just leave now.”
Avoiding one woman couldn’t be hard.
The maze of alleys might confuse newcomers, but he knew every turn.
As he prepared to dash off, the woman suddenly drew her sword.
‘Even if she’s a woman, drawing a blade makes things troublesome.’
But to his surprise, she wasn’t gripping the sword itself—she was holding the scabbard.
He had already noticed how awkwardly she held it in one hand, clearly clueless about swordplay.
“If you return it right now, I won’t do anything to you.”
“If I were going to return it, why would I have taken it!”
“That’s actually a fair point.”
She calmly agreed with his own words—there was definitely something strange about her.
While she stood there peacefully, he quickly turned and ran.
But in an instant, she caught up and swung the scabbard at him.
Thud—! A dull sound rang out above his head.
His skull vibrated, and his mind buzzed.
“You crazy woman!”
Annoyed, the pickpocket pulled out a dagger hidden in his clothes and swung it wildly.
But she dodged swiftly, then lashed out with a long leg, striking his abdomen.
She looked so delicate—yet the impact was strong enough to make him cry out.
Clutching his stomach with one hand, the pickpocket, enraged, lunged at her.
Only then did the woman break into a bright, cheerful smile.
At that moment, chills ran all over his body.
“This is how I loosen up.”
She looked exactly like she’d been waiting for him to attack.
[This is the timeline separator]The guards watching Julietta from afar chuckled.
The dagger the pickpocket had wielded had long since been flung far across the ground.
Now clutching his head with both hands, the pickpocket was shouting surrender.
“Alright, I’m sorry! So please stop, ow!”
“If you’re sorry, why won’t you let go of the stolen purse?”
“I’ll let go, I will! Ugh! At least listen to what I’m saying…!”
The scabbard in her hand now looked more like a thick club.
It was hard to tell who the victim was and who the aggressor.
“Ow! My wrist—it’s dislocated…!”
“You complain your wrist is dislocated from just one hit? How frail are you?
Are pickpockets naturally dramatic by nature?”
Hearing that, the guards collectively thought:
‘She doesn’t seem to be exaggerating, my lady…’
They were suspicious—how could a scabbard make such a heavy, dull sound?
“Is what I’m seeing real?”
“If this is a scene of one-sided assault by the lady, then yes?”
“We rushed over worried about the unexpected, even though the lady is skilled with a sword.
Turns out, all that worry was completely unnecessary.”
They stood quietly, wondering when the scene would end.
Then one guard nudged another.
“Got anything to eat?”
“I did buy some dried fruit earlier. Want some?”
Immediately, others gathered around.
Each grabbed a piece and began chewing slowly, watching Julietta “educate” the pickpocket.
Someone might have called it negligence, but honestly—they had nothing to do.
After using the pickpocket like a human training dummy, Julietta stretched pleasantly.
The battered thief, thinking he was finally free, briefly felt hope—then despair.
“Alright. Say it again, slowly.”
“I’ll never steal anyone’s money ever again!”
Face swollen and puffy, the pickpocket raised both hands and began reciting his apology.
“Your voice is too quiet. Do you want another hit?”
When Julietta lifted the scabbard, the pickpocket flinched with a “Yiik!” and shouted louder.
“I’m sorry! I’ll do better!”
“That’s right. Good job!”
Just as the guards, seeing Julietta happily smiling, thought it was finally over and stepped forward, Yezar appeared.
In one hand, he carried a hat he had bought for Julietta.
The guards, spotting Yezar, grinned and offered him dried fruit.
“My lord, you’ve arrived? Ah, would you like some dried fruit too?”
They had been sent to guard her, yet instead of guarding, they were peacefully eating snacks.
He should have been angry—but somehow wasn’t.
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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