While driving, Seol Ji Oh took a quick glance at Yeo Woon in the passenger seat. She was looking out the window, tightly holding onto the seatbelt with both hands.
Suppressing a laugh, Seol Ji Oh tightly pressed the corners of his mouth. He massaged the back of his neck with the hand not holding the steering wheel.
Looking at Yeo Woon always gave him a ticklish feeling.
The place they arrived at was a French restaurant.
The entire restaurant was designed like an indoor terrace, giving off a feeling as if they were in a garden. Yeo Woon admired the fairytalelike landscape.
As soon as Seol Ji Oh and Yeo Woon sat down, a man carrying menus approached them. Seol Ji Oh stood up with a smile and embraced the man.
“Brother. It’s been a while.”
“Yes, it has. How long has it been?”
“Ah, Ms. Yeo Woon. This is Chef Kim Eun Seok, he’s a close friend and a specialist in French cuisine.”
“Hello.”
“Wow, you’re very beautiful. How long have you and Ji Oh…”
“Brother! It’s not like that.”
At Seol Ji Oh’s words, the man looked surprised and alternated his gaze between Yeo Woon and Seol Ji Oh.
“No? You asked me to clear out the restaurant, so I assumed it was a date.”
He asked to clear out the restaurant?
Only then did Yeo Woon realize that there were no other customers in the store.
Contrary to Yeo Woon, who was concerned about people being in the restaurant, Seol Ji Oh had entered comfortably.
“She’s a friend from childhood. A close friend.”
“Oh, I see? Feel free to chat. I told the staff to come in late today.”
“Your sense of consideration is really something, brother. Thank you.”
As the man went back to the kitchen, Seol Ji Oh spoke to Yeo Woon.
“This is one of my favorite places. It’s really delicious. Do you like snail dishes?”
“No, I haven’t tried them before.”
“Then I’ll also order some pasta and steak, so try them. They’re sure to be delicious.”
Smiling gently, Seol Ji Oh went to the kitchen to place the order himself. A short while later, food began to be served on the table.
“French onion soup, steak with seasonal vegetables, porcini mushroom cream pasta, and escargot sautéed in herb butter. Enjoy your meal.”
The chef served the food with a gentle smile and then disappeared back into the kitchen.
Yeo Woon held her fork, contemplating which of the beautifully plated dishes to try first. Seol Ji Oh picked up the special tongs, plucked out the flesh from the snail shell, and placed it onto Yeo Woon’s plate.
“Try it.”
“Thank you.”
As Yeo Woon popped the morsel into her mouth with her fork, Seol Ji Oh watched her, seemingly curious about her reaction.
Yeo Woon chewed slowly, savoring the taste. The escargot, with a texture similar to conch, was delicious, mingling the flavors of herbs and garlic.
“It’s delicious!”
When Yeo Woon spoke with a smile, Seol Ji Oh finally picked up his fork and started eating.
“So, after you moved, have you ever gone back to your old house?”
Yeo Woon nodded her head. She had no reason to go, but in truth, whenever she thought of that house, her late father naturally came to mind, and it made her uncomfortable.
“I’m curious. I wonder how it’s changed.”
…
The meal time with Seol Ji Oh was quite satisfying.
As Yeo Woon finished paying and came out, Seol Ji Oh approached and spoke.
“I enjoyed the meal. It feels great to be treated.”
With a small laugh, Yeo Woon looked at Seol Ji Oh and spoke.
“I’ll treat you again. I plan to earn a lot of money now.”
“Oh, that’s exciting. I’ll look forward to it. Shall we go now? I asked them to keep it for us, but I’m not sure how it’ll be since it’s been so long.”
“Wow.”
Unknowingly, Yeo Woon marveled as she looked at Seol Ji Oh’s house through the window. The house was still the same even after 13 years.
Yeo Woon got out of the car and looked at the house she used to live in. It was just as she remembered.
For a moment, Yeo Woon felt something thump heavily in her chest and she stopped in her tracks.
Lost in the unfamiliar feelings, she stared blankly at the house, when Seol Ji Oh came to stand beside her.
“How does it feel to be back?”
“… It feels strange.”
Yeo Woon looked up at Seol Ji Oh. Suddenly, it felt like the house remained the same, and it was just the two of them who had grown up significantly. It also felt like they had returned to the past.
Seol Ji Oh gestured as if suggesting they go inside, and then he opened the gate.
As soon as they went inside, the garden appeared unchanged. If anything was different, perhaps the trees had grown taller?
The table where they used to share snacks and tea when they were young was still there, and the stepping stones made of rocks were just as they were.
Yeo Woon halted her steps.
Until she decided to follow Seol Ji Oh, she had no particular thoughts, but as soon as she entered Seol Ji Oh’s house, a wave of unidentifiable nostalgia swept over her.
A complex emotion, a mix of welcome and wistfulness.
Memories of happiness from when they lived in this neighborhood, their family who lived comfortably without hardships to envy, and her father…
A hot breath surged up Yeo Woon’s throat.
Yeo Woon realized something.
She had been deeply missing this place.
“…Ms. Yeo Woon.”
At the sound of Seol Ji Oh’s voice, Yeo Woon looked at Seol Ji Oh with slightly tearfilled eyes. Seol Ji Oh seemed a little surprised and approached Yeo Woon.
“What’s wrong?”
Worry reflected in Seol Ji Oh’s gaze, causing Yeo Woon to blink her eyes several times, suppressing her emotions.
“No, it’s just… because I’m happy.”
Without uttering a word, Seol Ji Oh looked down at Yeo Woon and then took her hand.
“It’s cold. Let’s go inside.”
Seol Ji Oh’s large hand was warm. Yeo Woon watched Seol Ji Oh’s broad back as he walked holding her hand.
It felt as if that back was offering her solace.
When they entered the house, Seol Ji Oh finally released Yeo Woon’s hand. Yeo Woon briefly looked down at her hand, now devoid of his warmth.
After taking a look around the house, Seol Ji Oh mumbled, “It’s clean,” and sat down on the sofa.
As Seol Ji Oh had said, the house was clean, but there was no sense of human warmth to be felt, which gave off a desolate feeling.
Yeo Woon suddenly felt a curiosity and asked.
“Do you just leave this house empty? Where is your mother?”
At Yeo Woon’s question, Seol Ji Oh paused for a moment and looked at her.
His mother… quietly muttered Seol Ji Oh, who then replied.
“She’s in America. She moved there right after I debuted.”
Yeo Woon recalled her. Seol Ji Oh’s mother, who always stood upright in a perfect manner.
Seol Ji Oh had no father.
Yeo Woon remembered a day when she asked Seol Ji Oh, who often came to her house because he hated being alone, whether he wanted to go to America.
Back then, Seol Ji Oh had firmly responded that he didn’t want to live in America. He would live in Korea for his entire life.
Now, Seol Ji Oh had become a famous actor who spent more than half of the year abroad.
This would probably be something only she knew. Yeo Woon smiled faintly.
After surveying the house once, Yeo Woon said to Seol Ji Oh.
“Can I take a look around?”
When Seol Ji Oh nodded, Yeo Woon slowly moved her steps and looked around the house.
All the furniture and props were exactly as she remembered them. Yeo Woon smiled with wonder and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
She believed Seol Ji Oh’s room was on the second floor.
As she recalled her memories and climbed the stairs with a happy expression, Seol Ji Oh watched Yeo Woon’s back without moving a muscle.
The picture of Yeo Woon coming into this space was to his liking. It was a sight he hadn’t seen in a very long time.
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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