The Awakening of a Rascally Wife
1
Irrelevant people
"President Jeon's family background and looks are top-tier in every way. The only pity is that he's mute."
Irrelevant people
"You poor thing."
Irrelevant people
"Marrying President Jeon must be eating you up inside, right?"
As the words from the person across the table settled in, Taehyung's heart pounded wildly.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(Oh my god!)
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(This was exactly the same as the dream I had last night)
In the dream, he discovered he was living inside a romance novel where two brothers fought over love.
He wasn't the main character being fought over. Nor was he the supporting female character competing with the mc for the men.
Instead, he was the husband of the eldest brother—in other words, the wealthy matriarch of the family
His husband, Jeon Jungkook, was the current CEO of the Jeon Corporation. He had two younger brothers who would later fall for the same female lead, leading to a bitter rivalry over power and inheritance
By all rights, considering seniority and capability, the position of Jeon Corporation's CEO should always belong to the eldest brother, Jungkook.
The problem? He was mute.
Even if he was the most outstanding among the three brothers, outsiders still saw him as flawed.
No prestigious family would let a mute person steer the ship.
Taehyung came from an ordinary background. He never imagined that a casual childhood betrothal arranged by his grandfather with his old comrade would actually come true
In the three months since their marriage, they had barely seen each other, let alone developed any feelings. At the end of the prophetic dream, he had become a hateful figure—
Materialistic, boastful, and especially after becoming brothers-in-law with the protagonist of this novel, he constantly compared himself to him, scheming to ruin protagonist reputation.
In the end, his schemes were exposed, and he was kicked out of the family.
Finally, Taehyung understood. Why had his naturally cheerful personality recently turned so bitter?
It turned out his life’s trajectory was being controlled by an invisible force called "plot,"
leading him to the miserable fate of a discarded wealthy wife despised by all
Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath. If he let the plot unfold as it was, it would be terrifying. Now that he had awakened, he absolutely couldn’t let it happen. After careful consideration—
He lived in a luxurious penthouse, with maids handling all chores.
His unfamiliar husband was rich, an enigma of high standing, barely spoke, handsome, and didn’t meddle in his affairs
As long as he behaved and didn’t stir up trouble, he could live as a carefree, wealthy man with endless money and no one to answer to
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(How was this any different from winning the lottery?)
**grinning in his mind
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(Oh, wait—there was a difference. Winning the lottery meant paying taxes)
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(I didn’t have to)
Irrelevant people
Taehyung, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?
The omega across from him suddenly spoke up.
Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts. The omega opposite him was Jennie, a low-level employee in the secretary department of the Jeon Corporation's executive office, whom he had recently befriended.
Jennie had taken the initiative to befriend him, and over time, they had grown close—or so Taehyung thought
Today, this so-called "best friend" was subtly trying to coax him into badmouthing Jungkook. Thanks to last night’s dream, Taehyung already knew that under the table, Jennie was holding her phone, ready to hit record the moment he complained about Jungkook.
Later, the recording would be sent to Jungkook, marking the beginning of his disdain for him. Taehyung stayed silent for a few seconds, then gave Jennie a deep look. Finally, he spoke
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"What's wrong with being mute?"
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Mute is good, mute is great—marry a mute, no fights to debate."
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"I couldn’t be more grateful to marry into the Jeon family! Married life is amazing~"
This... wasn't right Just moments ago, Taehyung had looked like a resentful, bitter husband.
Jennie
(How had he suddenly changed?)
Jennie
"Taehyung, you're so kind-hearted. You're clearly suffering but putting on a brave face. You can tell me how you really feel—"
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"It's getting late,"
**cut her off, grabbing his bag and standing up
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Jungkook is returning to the city today. I should head back."
This was a lie. Jungkook was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for three more days.
In his phone, their chat history since marriage didn't even exceed ten messages.
They only exchanged the most essential information, like—
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
[Jungkook: 6 PM. Dinner at the main house.]
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
[Taehyung: Got it.]
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
[Taehyung: Jennie invited me shopping today.]
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
[Jungkook: Okay.]
Their chat was less a conversation and more a message board.The last message was from Jungkook:
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
[Jungkook: Business trip. Back in three days.]
Taehyung had never mentioned Jungkook's schedule to Jennie, so using it as an excuse now wouldn't raise suspicion. He didn't want to waste energy dealing with Jennie.
2
Right now, he just wanted to go home and sort through his chaotic thoughts after his sudden awakening.
Taehyung pushed open the café door, clicked his key fob toward the roadside, and a cheerful beep-beep sounded.
An orange scooter lit up. Taehyung swung his leg over it with practiced ease and merged into traffic
Jennie watched him leave, her face twisting in disdain.
Jennie
"Tch. New money can’t shake off its poverty habits."
Even after marrying into wealth, he still rode that shabby scooter
Jennie's secret crush on Jungkook was buried deep in her heart. She had worked tirelessly to join the executive secretary department, hoping for more chances to interact with President Jeon—only to hear the news of his marriage.
If his husband had been some elite socialite, fine. But it was Taehyung, a nobody from an ordinary family!
Jennie
(Aside from his pretty face, what did he even have going for him?)
Jennie
(If even Taehyung can marry into the elite, why can’t I?)
She had schemed to befriend Taehyung, pretending to be his best friend, planning to lure him into insulting President Jeon, then use the fallout to get closer to him herself
Who would have thought that today, just halfway through her coffee, Taehyung left...
Jennie
**gritted her teeth.
"Next time! Next time I'll definitely expose your true nature!"
Taehyung arrived at Qinghe Bay.
A quiet luxury residential area in the city center—his and Jungkook's newlywed home. His electric scooter rolled into the private garage, and he took off his helmet. He didn’t have a driver’s license, nor did he want to trouble a chauffeur, so most of the time, he preferred to go out with "Orange Buddy" by his side
"Orange Buddy" was the name he had given his scooter. The bright orange vehicle stood out slightly next to the dozen or so luxury cars parked nearby. But Taehyung didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about his humble ride
After all, "Orange Buddy" was a limited-edition color he had queued up for ages to get. The elevator opened directly into the house. At the entrance, Taehyung bent down to change into slippers and called out cheerfully,
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"I'm home—"
A habit he’d picked up from watching Crayon Shin-chan as a child.
Whether anyone responded or not, he always made it a point to announce his arrival the moment he stepped inside.
Jungkook had set rules for the live-in housekeeper: she was only to clean and cook during fixed hours. Her quarters were separate, with a different entrance, ensuring minimal interaction with the homeowners
Just as Taehyung expected the usual silence in response, A sound came from the living room.
Leaning against the shoe cabinet, he peeked inside. There, on the sofa, sat the figure of a man.
Jungkook's tall, upright frame was unmistakable.
The living room's cool-toned lighting spilled over his sharp, handsome features—his deep-set eyes and chiseled features, like frost-kissed marble.
Quiet, yet exuding an aura of icy detachment.
At that moment, he was calmly reading a foreign newspaper
Hearing the noise, he lifted his gaze indifferently.
Taehyung's surprised expression met his eyes.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Oh? You're home?"
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(Wasn’t he supposed to be on a business trip? Had he returned early?)
As he hesitated over what else to say...
The man had already shifted his attention back to the newspaper without so much as a flicker of emotion, offering only a slight nod in acknowledgment.
The entranceway’s warm yellow light enveloped Taehyung. Under the same roof, the two of them were divided into starkly contrasting shades—one warm, one cold; one bright, one dark.
Just like their relationship.
Polar opposites.
Nothing like a married couple.
The room fell into silence again.
Only the faint rustling at the entrance could be heard—
The sound of Taehyung pacing back and forth
It lasted about a minute, yet he still hadn’t stepped inside. Jungkook couldn’t speak, but his hearing was exceptionally sharp. His ears registered the noise, yet his eyes never strayed from the newspaper.
He felt no curiosity about Taehyung's actions. Their marriage had been arranged by their elders. There was no affection between them. They were nothing more than strangers sharing a roof.
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
(At best, business partners.)
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
(That was all. Fortunately, he seemed to understand this unspoken rule and never bothered me without reason.)
Just as the man was thinking this...
The footsteps grew closer. Suddenly, a head popped into his line of sight. Taehyung tilted his slightly and smiled at him
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Want to have dinner together? Today."
3
Taehyung admitted it. He was taking a gamble. In that fleeting moment, countless thoughts had flashed through his mind.
Awakening was one thing. Whether he could escape his tragic fate was another.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(What if I woke up the next day only to be controlled by the plot again?)
Rather than worrying about becoming the universally disliked character in everyone’s eyes, it was better to proactively change their impressions—first by establishing basic trust with Jungkook, communicating more, and building a positive image.
Well… but now, being silently stared down by that man with an icy expression…
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(It was undeniably suffocating.)
His gaze felt heavy, pressing down on him until Taehyung could barely breathe. He didn’t know how long it lasted… Or perhaps it was only a few seconds.
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
**slight nod
The man indifferently averted his eyes. Gave a slight nod. Silently acquiesced. The oppressive atmosphere vanished, and Taehyung's spirits instantly lifted, his face breaking into a bright smile.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"I’ll go tell Aunt Zhang—I’ll call you when it’s ready~"
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(Yes! If he was willing to eat together, there was still hope for our relationship!)
With light steps, Taehyung headed toward the housekeeper’s quarters. The man tilted his head slightly, watching his retreating figure. Even from behind, his good mood was unmistakable.
Though his eyes were a deep, inky black, a trace of confusion flickered through them.
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
(What was he trying to do?)
The thought crossed his mind only briefly before dissipating.
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
(Never mind. It didn’t matter.)
He had no intention of wasting energy deciphering the motives behind his every action. It was just a meal.
When Taehyung reappeared before Jungkook, he had changed into a bright yellow loungewear set.
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
**lifted his gaze
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. Whether at the office or at home, he strictly adhered to a cold, solemn aesthetic. The sudden intrusion of such a vibrant color was… jarring.
Had the person before him been an assistant or employee, he would’ve immediately issued a dress code reminder.
But Taehyung wasn’t his subordinate. So, he chose silence.
Completely oblivious to Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung pulled out a chair and sat down.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Now that I think about it, this might only be the second time we’ve eaten together, huh?"
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Wait—or was it the third?"
Though he phrased it as a question to Jungkook, he didn’t even glance at him. Half a second later, he answered himself with a clap of realization:
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Oh right, it’s the third—I almost forgot about that time at the family estate."
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
"......."
At the dining table, the two ate in silence. Jungkook picked up his food with delicate precision, chewing without a sound. In contrast, Taehyung's movements were lively, his words plentiful.
When the spice hit him, he scrambled to pour himself water. When he tasted a delicious soup, he exclaimed:
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Wow, this is so good it could bring tears to your eyes~"
Throughout it all, Jungkook didn’t spare him a single glance. Had this been the pre-awakening Taehyung, he would’ve interpreted his aloofness as deliberate indifference, letting resentment fester in his heart.
But now, his mental state was unnervingly healthy. He didn’t overthink things at all.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(Wasn’t it normal for someone who couldn’t speak to eat quietly?)
Besides, given Jungkook’s circumstances, if there was going to be any conversation,
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
(shouldn’t I be the one to initiate it?)
With that in mind, Taehyung mentally rehearsed what he wanted to say.
Once the meal ended and Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li had cleared the table, he called out to Jungkook just as he was about to leave.
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"Wait a second—"
The man paused mid-movement, his cool gaze sweeping over him. Taehyung looked up at him with a cheerful smile:
Jeon Jungkook (Enigma)
**staring at him
Jeon Taehyung (omega)
"We don’t get many chances to talk, and since you’re home today, how about… we chat for a bit?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li in the kitchen exchanged shocked glances.
Aunt Zhang
(How could the young madam be so bold!?)
Their hearts pounded in their chests. The word "chat" was practically taboo—
Aunt Li
(a sensitive landmine the young madam had just stepped on without a second thought.)
Aunt Zhang
(Given that the master couldn’t speak, every servant—whether at the Jeon family estate or the Qinghe Bay residence—knew to maintain silence in his presence)
If words weren’t necessary, they shouldn’t be spoken. And anything that might remind the master of his condition?
Aunt Li
(Absolutely forbidden!)
The two housekeepers strained their ears, but no sound came from the living room. They braced themselves, certain this was the calm before the storm… In the living room, Jungkook’s expression was frosty.
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