The Awakening of a Rascally Wife 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.

. .

Forty minutes later.

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 Li

(Heavens.)

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.