Return To The Building Owner [EN]: Chapter 633

The next day.

After finishing his morning exercise, Hyun-sung headed away from his house, a change from his usual routine.

Ten minutes later.

He arrived at a villa, specifically, Mijeon Villa, where his wife, Yoon Ji-soo, had moved in just yesterday.

His reason for being there was simple: he hoped to catch a glimpse of her.

He knew her habit: after drinking the night before, she always made and ate hangover soup the next morning.

And sure enough.

He saw her emerge from the villa entrance.

Hyun-sung greeted her immediately.

“Hello?”

“Oh? President! What brings you here so early?”

Yoon Ji-soo looked surprised, and understandably so. It was 7 a.m., and seeing Hyun-sung in front of her house at that hour was unexpected.

“I’m on my way home from my morning exercise. Where are you off to so early, Ji-soo?”

Of course, he already knew. She was going to the supermarket for bean sprouts. She’d wanted to buy them yesterday when she bought beer, but they were out of stock.

“I’m going to the supermarket to buy bean sprouts.”

“Bean sprouts? Planning to make hangover soup?”

“Yes, I always make bean sprout hangover soup after drinking.”

It was a habit she’d had in her previous life. Some things never change.

The question was, what would Hyun-sung do next? He clearly had a purpose for being there so early.

Hyun-sung spoke without hesitation.

“Ji-soo, how about we go out for hangover soup?”

“Hangover soup?”

“Yeah, I know a place that makes amazing bean sprout hangover soup.”

“Well…”

That kind of response meant he was already halfway there.

Hyun-sung pressed on.

“This place has a fifty-year tradition, and their soup is different from any other bean sprout hangover soup you’ve had. Plus, they have incredible *kkakdugi* [cubed radish kimchi] that comes with it.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Would I lie about something like that?”

“You don’t have to go that far… Haha!”

Her laughter echoed in the alley. Hyun-sung, who had lived with her for years, knew what it meant.

“Wait here a second, I’ll go get the car.”

With that, Hyun-sung sprinted out of the alley, heading for the parking lot before Yoon Ji-soo could even answer.

A few moments later.

Arriving at the parking lot, Hyun-sung jumped into his Jeep. He’d traded his truck for a Jeep a week ago, all for Yoon Ji-soo.

In her previous life, her dream car had been a yellow Jeep.

He hadn’t been able to buy her one back then, promising to get it when the business improved. Now, he was finally fulfilling that promise.

Vroom!

He started the engine and drove powerfully out of the parking lot, heading back to where Yoon Ji-soo was waiting.

“Ji-soo, get in!”

“Oh my! A Jeep!”

Yoon Ji-soo’s tone changed instantly. It was the moment he was granting her long-held wish.

Yoon Ji-soo fastened her seatbelt as soon as she got in.

Hyun-sung glanced at her, a hint of regret in his eyes. He’d wanted to be the one to fasten her seatbelt, since it was the first time she’d been in the car.

Tsk.

Too bad, he’d have to save it for another time.

“Okay, let’s go. Hold on tight.”

Vroom!

Hyun-sung stepped on the accelerator, and the Jeep surged forward.

Yoon Ji-soo spoke immediately.

“Is this a new car?”

“Yeah, I got it a week ago. What do you think?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“I don’t know if I should say this, but it’s amazing. My favorite car is the Jeep, and I love yellow.”

The car she loved most, in her favorite color—what more could she ask for?

Hyun-sung could see her joy in her expression, and a smile spread across his face.

About five minutes passed.

Hyun-sung parked in front of a hangover soup restaurant about 100 meters from Bupyeong Southern Station and announced, “Ji-soo, we’re here.”

“Is this the famous bean sprout hangover soup place?”

“That’s right. Once you taste it, you’ll understand why it’s so famous.”

It was their go-to spot after drinking in their previous life.

Was that why he felt like he was stepping back in time as he entered the restaurant?

Hyun-sung ordered as soon as they sat down.

“Two bean sprout soups and one *tteokgalbi*, please.”

“Why *tteokgalbi* [grilled short rib patties]?”

Yoon Ji-soo asked, clearly wondering why he’d order *tteokgalbi* at a hangover soup restaurant.

It was an unusual choice.

Hyun-sung smiled slightly.

“You’ll understand when you taste it.”

*Tteokgalbi* was what Yoon Ji-soo always ordered with her soup in their previous life.

It might seem odd to order *tteokgalbi* at a hangover soup restaurant, but it was a unique feature of this place. Eating the *tteokgalbi* before the soup somehow enhanced the flavor.

But Yoon Ji-soo, who hadn’t experienced it yet, tilted her head.

“Is it really that good?”

“Trust me.”

Yoon Ji-soo looked around, still unconvinced. Strangely, everyone else was eating *tteokgalbi* with their hangover soup.

“Oh my, it’s amazing. Everyone’s really eating *tteokgalbi* and hangover soup together.”

“Isn’t it interesting?”

“Yeah, it’s really surprising. I wouldn’t have thought it would go together at all…”

Just then, their food arrived. Hyun-sung quickly cut the *tteokgalbi* into bite-sized pieces and placed them in front of Yoon Ji-soo.

“Try this before the soup.”

“Huh?”

Yoon Ji-soo looked at him, puzzled.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s strange.”

“What is?”

“Your actions. Did you just cut the *tteokgalbi* for me?”

“Oh…”

Hyun-sung realized his mistake. He always used to cut the *tteokgalbi* for her in their previous life, and the habit had resurfaced without him thinking.

But this Yoon Ji-soo was someone he’d just met yesterday. It must seem strange for him to be cutting her food like they were old friends.

Hyun-sung immediately apologized.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize.”

“Still, if you’re upset…”

“I’m not upset, just a little surprised. But you know what?”

“What?”

“It felt so natural. Anyone would think we’ve been dating for at least ten years. Haha…”

Yoon Ji-soo laughed, as if amused. Then she spoke again.

“Are you a player?”

“A player?”

“Yeah, it was too natural.”

“If I were a player, would I be sweating like this?”

Hyun-sung wiped his forehead. Yoon Ji-soo smiled again.

“I’m okay, so don’t worry too much. Well, shall we eat?”

“Ah, yes, I understand. Ji-soo, try the *tteokgalbi* first. I think you’ll like it.”

“Okay.”

Yoon Ji-soo picked up half of the *tteokgalbi* and placed it on the lid of her rice bowl, offering it to Hyun-sung.

“Please eat this with me.”

“Thank you.”

Hyun-sung nodded, and Yoon Ji-soo smiled and put a piece of *tteokgalbi* in her mouth.

Munch, munch.

“Oh my!”

“How is it?”

“It’s really delicious. I don’t like sweets, but this isn’t too sweet, it’s a little spicy, and the texture is great. I think I understand why you ordered it.”

Hyun-sung nodded, satisfied. Yoon Ji-soo continued.

“I think I’ll become a regular here.”

“Since I introduced you, you can’t come alone.”

“Haha, what does that mean?”

“Think about it. Haha…”

Hyun-sung laughed awkwardly. Yoon Ji-soo glanced at him and smiled, then started eating the rest of her *tteokgalbi*.

A little later.

Hyun-sung moved the salted shrimp bowl in front of Yoon Ji-soo.

“Ji-soo, now try the hangover soup. The bean sprout hangover soup here is amazing.”

“Oh? How did you know I put salted shrimp in my hangover soup?”

Hyun-sung had been caught again.

It was another habit of hers. But she was someone he’d only met yesterday.

But Hyun-sung was quick on his feet.

“I have a good feeling about people.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah, I have a talent for knowing someone’s taste without even knowing them.”

“Oh, a lie.”

“It’s not a lie.”

Hyun-sung smiled. Yoon Ji-soo pressed him.

“Where does something like that exist?”

“If you’re really suspicious, you can test me.”

She was his wife. How could he not know her taste?

But Yoon Ji-soo, unaware of that fact, thought it was nonsense.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Um…”

Yoon Ji-soo seemed to be thinking, then looked at the egg plate in front of her.

“Is this a raw egg?”

“Yes, for putting in the bean sprout hangover soup.”

“Should I eat this egg or not?”

“I think you’ve already answered that.”

“When?”

Yoon Ji-soo tilted her head. Hyun-sung replied.

“Didn’t I just give you the salted shrimp bowl?”

“Are you saying you already knew I don’t eat raw eggs and deliberately didn’t give me the egg plate?”

“That’s right. I sensed you didn’t like raw eggs…”

“Oh, a lie.”

Yoon Ji-soo shook her head, disbelieving. Hyun-sung smiled.

“Shall we bet?”

“Bet?”

“Yeah, every time I guess your taste, you grant me a wish.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You don’t believe me, so I’m suggesting a bet. What do you say?”

“Um…”

Yoon Ji-soo considered it.

“What if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll grant your wish. But that won’t happen…”

“Are you really that confident?”

“Confident. And you can ask me anything about you, not just your taste.”

“Does that even make sense? I met you yesterday, today’s the second time, how could you know me…”

Yoon Ji-soo shook her head. Hyun-sung’s eyes sparkled.

“That’s why I’m saying let’s bet. You have nothing to lose.”

“You’re serious about this?”

“Anytime.”

“Um… Okay, I’ll ask you one thing first. My favorite weather is…”

“Haha…”

Hyun-sung laughed before Yoon Ji-soo could finish. It was the moment his wish was about to come true.