The Awakening of a Rascally Wife 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

(So tacky.)

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!"

. .

Half an hour later.

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?"

He was taken aback.

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."