Mijoo felt burdened by the man’s perceptive gaze, finding herself intimidated in such a situation. Striving to maintain composure, she quipped lightly.
“…In case you contact me three or four times.”
“I’m not the type to obsess over things,” Siyun replied.
“Who knows? You never can tell how things might turn out.”
Trying to close the conversation with a short reply, Mijoo added, “You know, such incidents could turn into trauma as time passes. You might find yourself contacting me repeatedly.”
Siyun couldn’t help but chuckle at her playful or naively sincere demeanor. Yet, he couldn’t just laugh off what followed. Mijoo was seriously concerned for him.
“Be careful on your way home, especially wandering in places like this at night. You have to be careful in a foreign country.”
After this final piece of advice, Mijoo turned decisively and got into her car.
Through the front windshield, Siyun’s dissatisfied expression was evident. Mijoo felt a sudden unease, as if he might charge at her any moment.
‘Did I say something unnecessary under the guise of concern?’
Mijoo fastened her seatbelt over her fluttering heart.
In the dimly lit parking lot, every movement Mijoo made inside her car, which had no tinting, was visible to Siyun.
His senses unusually sharp that evening, Siyun was acutely aware of everything. He noticed Mijoo’s chest rising and falling as she fastened her seatbelt, her uncomfortable expression.
Mijoo, in a rush, tapped the steering wheel impatiently as the car failed to start.
“Ah, again!”
As she tapped, Siyun’s gaze seemed to make her more anxious.
“Why is he still staring at me?”
Wanting to escape, Mijoo felt overwhelmed. She felt like a rabbit in front of a lion, a lion that seemed to be leisurely playing with a rabbit it had no intention of eating.
Desperate to leave, Mijoo struggled with the car that wouldn’t cooperate.
‘It has to start this time. Otherwise, he might come over. Please, work.’
Mijoo gathered all her focus and politely turned the key.
At last, the car started.
Back home, Siyun tossed his jacket onto the sofa and headed to the bathroom.
The cold shower poured relentlessly over his defined muscles. Standing under the shower for a long while, Siyun ruffled his wet hair, annoyed.
“Damn, telling me to be careful at night.”
It was advice he’d never heard before.
Yet, this absurd concern somehow tickled him. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it itched. Maybe a shower would wash away this nagging feeling.
Vigorously soaping himself, Siyun tried to cleanse away the sensation and lingered under the cold water for a long time.
After his shower, he grabbed a can of drink and sank deeply into the sofa.
Siyun had encountered various women of different nationalities, but none had ever captured his heart. Those with wealth often reeked of nouveau riche, while women who prioritized fame turned out to be vain. Intelligent and independent women often relied on him despite their aspirations. Not all women were like this, but none had genuinely touched Siyun’s heart.
“Ha. Just thinking about it is exhausting.”
Sometimes, the excessive attention from women tired him, and rejecting their affections drained more energy. He concluded it was better to avoid relationships altogether and had been single for quite some time.
Rumors circulated about his unusual taste.
“He’s picky with women.”
“There must be a reason he rejects them.”
Misunderstandings were easier to handle than excessive attention.
Yet, now a woman occupied his mind.
“That woman from the parking lot…”
Was he drawn to her because of the promise to Chairman Kim? If that was the case, wouldn’t it have been easier to accept the advances of the woman who kissed him actively?
Reflecting on his discomfort, Siyun glanced at the suit jacket with the woman’s business card in its pocket.
He could call her, see her clear face and blushing cheeks again.
“She’s just someone I don’t need to see, but her absurd warning to be careful at night keeps coming to mind.”
His hand found its way to the jacket pocket, feeling the stiff business card. He recalled the delicate wrist and warm touch he felt when holding it.
“Slender wrist, warm touch. Crazy.”
He roughly rummaged through the pocket and pulled out the card. His face scrunched up as he read it.
[Dash] Everything Helper ServiceIt roughly translates to ‘we do everything for you’. Siyun remembered Mijoo hesitating to hand over the card, pulling her hand back.
“So that’s why.”
A sense of bitterness washed over him.
The card listed innocuous services like grocery shopping, paperwork, dog walking, and babysitting. Yet, the title and phrases like “consultation for any service” and “travel expenses mandatory” didn’t sit well with him.
Flipping the card in his long fingers, Siyun pondered.
“Does everything really mean everything?”
He seemed to recall a similar phrase from somewhere.
“Was it there?”
Looking again at the card, Siyun gazed into the void, tracing back his memory.
“Ah.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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