Newlyweds And Everyday Life (9)

Sunhye sat on her bed and sighed. She didn’t know how things had gotten so tangled. But it couldn’t be helped. Her adoptive father’s tyranny—there was no way she could allow Jin-ha to get hurt by it. It was better for her to sacrifice herself.

Even as she thought that, Sunhye still held onto a sliver of faith in her heart—no matter how pointless or unreachable it seemed.

She intended to carry that faith with her until she died—that somehow, Jin-ha would come to save her.

Because he always had. Like Superman, he had always come to her rescue during her darkest times.

That history went back a long way. It began at the orphanage—those unbearable days where no one was on her side and everyone seemed like an enemy.

The first hand to reach out and save her was young Jin-ha’s. He probably still didn’t know how much that hand had meant to her. That’s what Sunhye believed.

It was the same with her adoption. Everyone assumed she’d be happy because she was taken in by a good family. But she was only playing the role of a daughter.

Her adoptive parents bound her tightly. There were too many restrictions, and they only made her pretend to be a daughter for appearances.

They never showed her affection. All they did was force her to wear a mask.

They constantly reminded her how tough life was for orphanage kids, boasting that thanks to them, she could eat well and live in a nice house—so she had better obey.

That’s why Sunhye nodded and played the part—living not as herself, but as a machine wearing a mask, according to their will.

So naturally, not just her life but everything became a lie, and she suffered from depression day and night.

The one who pulled her out of those days—of course, it was Jin-ha again.

Back when she was wondering if there was any point in continuing such a life—at the very limit—Jin-ha showed up in front of her like a knight.

It was truly a chance reunion on the street.

In that moment, she felt like she was flying. She’d missed him so much but had no way to reach him.

That street was the same one where their orphanage had been.

Because it was the same area, she had always hoped they might run into each other someday if he hadn’t moved far away—but years passed without it happening.

If fate had been against it, they never would have met. That miraculous, too-good-to-be-true moment of reunion.

But at that exact moment, Sunhye made eye contact with her adoptive parents who had come to pick her up—the same parents who always hated hearing about her orphanage friends. But Jin-ha was someone she’d missed nearly every day since they were separated.

She was so scared they’d find out who he was and forbid her from ever seeing him again, even just from that glimpse.

So Sunhye acted on instinct. She gave a small nod and discreetly dropped her phone into Jin-ha’s coat pocket.

“Oppa, I’m so glad to see you. But I think I have to go.”

She said it almost in passing and brushed by—but inside, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

From that point on, Sunhye truly learned what it meant to feel alive. Every time she met Jin-ha, she could be her real self—not a mask.

Not some fake role, but her genuine self—laughing sincerely, talking freely, and crying for real.

That’s why when he confessed to her—almost forcefully—she was overjoyed beyond words.

So Sunhye believed—he would show up again now. He had to.

KABOOOOOM—!

While she was thinking that, a sudden loud crash from outside the door made Sunhye jump up in surprise.

“What the-? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, there was a loud noise at the front gate.”

The bodyguards rushed out stating the obvious. They were the right-hand men of the CEO, stationed at the house like some kind of fortress.

The one who wrecked the front gate was Rurin.

At first, she punched the gate with a loud bam, but then pouted because her hand hurt—so she just used her breath and melted the thing down completely.

After that, she walked through the garden and approached the mansion’s main door.

“This door looks like it could be broken with a punch.”

Rurin sounded confident, but I shook my head.

“Huh? My punch is strong! It just hurt a little earlier.”

“No. It’s unlocked.”

“Eh?”

And just like that—after melting the gate—we barged into the house through the unlocked main door.

I slapped Jin-ha’s cheek to wake him up. At the same time, four bodyguards rushed at us, and Rurin stepped forward, lifting her chin.

To describe the scene—it looked like a bunch of starving wolves glaring at a single tiny rabbit.

That’s exactly what it looked like.

“Heeheehee. Darling, can I punch this time? They look weaker than the gate.”

Rurin had been itching to punch something for a while now—like someone who was suffering withdrawal. She looked like she had some rage to vent.

“Yeah, no way they’re tougher than the gate.”

So I gave her a nod to do whatever she wanted. The guards started yelling as well.

“Who the hell are you people? What the fuck are you saying?”

“Hey, isn’t that him?”

“We told him not to come near her, and he broke into the house? That guy’s insane.”

The guards recognized Jin-ha and frowned.

“Wh-where are we…?”

Jin-ha lifted his head just then and looked around in confusion.

“As I said, this is the house.”

When I told him the truth, Jin-ha jumped to his feet in shock. The guards charged at him, faces filled with murderous intent.

But they couldn’t pass Rurin. It was like an impenetrable fourth-dimensional wall stood between them and Jin-ha.

“Move aside! I’ll deal with you later.”

One of the guards reached for Rurin, trying to shove her aside so he could get to Jin-ha—as if that would end well for him.

But Rurin just looked at his hand and giggled.

“What’s this hand? Hmph.”

Then she flicked it.

“GAAH?!”

At the same time, the man flew back, flipping and crashing a few times before landing in a heap.

“Yup. Weaker than the gate.”

WHAM!

Then came Rurin’s specialty—a kick she usually reserved for Sereina—unleashed on another bodyguard.

“Wh-what the hell?!”

As the kicked man flew off into the distance, the guard next to him stared at Rurin in disbelief.

But having seen her power, he braced himself and actually tried to punch her. That was beyond unacceptable.

Even if that punch wouldn’t do anything to her.

“You’re throwing punches at somebody’s wife now? These guys are seriously pissing me off.”

This is self-defense, clearly.

Trying to lay a hand on my fragile wife? That deserves divine punishment.

CRASH! BANG! THUD!

That guy went down from my punch, and the last one pulled a taser-like weapon from his pocket and tried to use it.

“Whoa?”

But it had no effect on Rurin. She just made a slightly annoyed face as if it tickled.

WHAM!

As payment for that sting, the guy with the taser caught an even stronger kick and went flying into the wall.

“Wh-who…who are you two…?”

Jin-ha blinked in disbelief at the sight in front of him.

“We’re not the issue right now. Isn’t it time you ran to your fiancée? Now’s not the moment to sit around.”

“Huh? Yes! Right!”

Snapped back to reality, Jin-ha immediately began searching the large house.

From our earlier investigation, we knew there were no other family members—just bodyguards and a few maids. When the maids tried to call the cops in a panic, Rurin put them to sleep with magic.

“Sunhye!”

Jin-ha began calling out her name as he searched the empty mansion.

And I headed straight for the CEO’s room.

He clearly had a lot of skeletons in his closet—there had to be something useful in there.

If I’m doing this, might as well throw in some after-service. That’s just my style.

The same room we wiretapped earlier.

Of course, it was firmly locked.

The moment Rurin saw the door, maybe still embarrassed about last night or just stressed in general, she started bouncing around, insisting she’d break it without magic again.

“Think you can do it?”

“I can handle this one. The last one was made of iron—this one’s just wood. Wood is weak.”

Rurin nodded and launched a kick at the door.

CRAAACK!

As expected of a Rurin-class kick, the door splintered into pieces and we walked in without resistance.

We began searching the room. In a place like this, the most important thing would be…

I found a finely crafted safe in the wall.

It definitely looked like it held something valuable.

To Jin-ha, everything happening now felt like a dream.

He had tried so many times to get in—but her house had been impregnable.

According to her, it was a hell one lived through. Standing in that very place now brought out overwhelming emotions.

Those two—especially the man—had a smile that could put anyone at ease.

He had a charm that made even absurd things feel believable.

So when he suggested grasping at straws, Jin-ha had nodded.

And this was the result.

In his whole life, Jin-ha had helped many people—but this might’ve been the first time someone had truly helped him.

That’s why he swore to repay this kindness no matter what.

His sense of duty was especially strong when it came to matters like this.

But now wasn’t the time. Saving Sunhye came first.

“Sunhye!”

“Oppa!”

As he called out for her, he heard her voice calling back and rushed toward it.

The only thing separating them now was a locked wooden door—bolted from the outside.

It seemed even the maids couldn’t open it.

“Oppa? Is it really you?”

“Yes, it’s me! Hang on—I’ll get you out!”

“Oppa!”

Jin-ha started slamming his body into the door.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Jin-ha’s desperate struggle began shaking the door little by little.

And finally, the door burst open—and Sunhye ran into his arms.

But the one who stopped the two was that man—the adoptive father—who had returned along with other bodyguards.

Startled, Sunhye stepped in front of Jin-ha to shield him.

The hero who had made the impossible possible once again—she absolutely had to protect him this time. From that devil of a father.

“You idiots. What the hell kind of job are you doing?”

The CEO looked at the collapsed guards and shouted at the ones who had gone out with him.

The guards froze, unsure of what to do, and the man’s fury turned toward Jin-ha as he approached with a menacing growl.

“D-don’t come any closer!”

Sunhye pulled out a sharp object and held it to her neck. Jin-ha, standing behind her, was horrified and reached out instinctively.

“Oppa, stop too. I don’t want to bring you more misery… If you come any closer—I’ll do it!”

“Are you insane? You think your death will change anything? You really believe you can manipulate this situation with your life? You’re pathetic to the end.”

KABOOM—!

But just then—the roof of the house suddenly blew off halfway.

By some unseen force, the wall next to the CEO shattered completely.

Dust filled the air from the broken wall—and from that cloud, El and Rurin appeared.

“If life threats don’t work, how about this? This seems at least a hundred times more precious to you than human lives.”

El addressed the CEO while holding a stack of papers and a USB stick.

“Y-you bastard! Where did you get that?!”

“Where else? From your safe.”

El grinned and handed the USB to Jin-ha.

“I don’t really know the details, but I think you’ll make good use of this, Mr. Jin-ha. As long as you have it, they won’t be able to touch Sunhye. Should speed up the disownment process too. I think these documents are the originals from the USB. It’s pure corruption.”

“G-give that to me right now! You bastards…!”

“I wouldn’t move if I were you. I’ve already taken photos—want me to upload them online?”

“…!”

The CEO froze on the spot at El’s words. So did his guards.

“See? That’s the sort of leverage we’re talking about.”

“How in the world did you…”

“Trade secret.”

El repeated his phrase, doubling down with a smirk.

“Those guys will be out of the picture for a few days. When they come to their senses, use that stuff to secure Sunhye’s freedom. From here on out, it’s up to you, Mr. Jin-ha. For your future together. Oh, and…for trade secret reasons, would you both mind heading into a room for a bit? Enjoy the reunion.”

“Huh? Ah—yes, yes!”

Trade secret.

Secrets are to be kept. And by now, El had become the greatest benefactor in Jin-ha’s world.

Jin-ha took Sunhye’s hand and led her into a room. He still looked dazed…

…but Sunhye ran straight into her beloved’s arms.

“Oppa!”

“Sunhye.”

“I don’t know what just happened…but this is good, right?”

“Seems like it.”

And so, the two of them embraced tightly.

As for the CEO and his bodyguards—El teleported them far away to the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Stuffed into a tiny little boat.

El figured he’d let them float there for a few days to “clear their heads”. Not that it would work, but maybe they’d at least learn never to mess with Jin-ha and Ryu Sunhye again.

Even if not, it would give Jin-ha time to prepare, using the evidence we gave him.

That’s what El believed.

Just like he did with the boy from Greek City—the final move must always belong to the person themselves.

When El came back, Rurin was standing there with her arms open.

After watching the tearful couple embrace, she looked like, “Me too, me too.”

“I thought you didn’t like this stuff in broad daylight?”

“Hugging is different!”

She said that and only hugged me after I hugged her first. If she’s gonna act like that, she should just hug me first.

Anyway, it was a happy ending.

And so, the third day came to a peaceful close.