Chapter 150: CH 150

Mr. Cha took a glance around and noticed that people were keeping their ears open to overhear what Yiyoung was saying. And he couldn’t communicate that to her silently because unlike a normal human being, she wouldn’t understand.

At that moment, Yiyoung added, “Sir, people do get treated differently based on who they are, but all that doesn’t matter when it comes to sickness and diseases.”

“You’re a psycho.” Mr. Cha scowled.

Yiyoung smiled at him again. “Thank you. I can eat the noodles now, right?”

Mr. Cha clicked his tongue and left. Then, Yiyoung and Muyeol sat down on the available seats.

“Oh, darn it. The noodles are all soggy now,” Yiyoung complained, “But I’m still going to eat them. It would be a waste if I don’t.”

Muyeol simply watched Yiyoung eat the noodles, his arms crossed. Yiyoung could lift the chopsticks, but her hands were trembling. Muyeol was exhausted as well. He could tell what she was thinking right now. He was sure that what she had just witnessed was way worse than whatever she’d expected from Mr. Cha.

“I’m so mad right now,” Yiyoung muttered to herself.

It seemed as if she was angry because she was having a hard time grabbing the noodles, but Muyeol knew the true reason she was upset. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon, then put some noodles on the spoon and gave it to Yiyoung.

Like a baby bird, Yiyoung ate from the spoon. There wasn’t much to eat, but she chewed loudly. Unable to control her anger, she kept muttering, “Does he even know who he’s cursing at? He’s so annoying!”

‘A b**tard? What kind of crazy father calls his own son that? Making Muyeol go through the paternity test nineteen times… He can’t be a father. No, he’s not even a human! He’s a crazy man, a psychopath. He never should have been a father to anyone,’ Yiyoung thought furiously.

Muyeol finally opened his mouth and said, “Thank you for dealing with that.”

Muyeol had never wanted to show her the way he was treated. But she’d witnessed it, and dealt with the situation wisely. Yiyoung was different from him. She was born different; he’d always had to strive hard to hide his feelings.

“Cha Muyeol,” said Yiyoung, “Look at me.”

“Don’t pity me.”

Yiyoung blinked as Muyeol continued, “I know how you’re going to think about me now, but don’t. If you do… I feel like I’ll give up.”

Muyeol sounded so exhausted, done with the incessant situations.

“Give up what?” asked Yiyoung.

When Muyeol pinched his lips close, Yiyoung realized what he meant.

“I started liking you after we began living together. It was fun to spend time with you, and I wouldn’t even know fast time would pass by. I really liked you, without even realizing how much I depended on you,” Yiyoung said, “Even if I hadn’t been involved in that incident, we would have fallen in love anyway. And we would have loved each other passionately, perhaps because there would have been no doubts between us. Right now, you think that I’m in love with you only because of my disorder…”

Muyeol raised his head and looked at her while Yiyoung continued, “Well. No, you idiot. I’ve dealt with several obstacles and hardships in the past, and I’ve overcome them all. I wouldn’t fall for someone so easily just because I suffered from a single incident.”

“Maybe you’re broken,” Muyeol responded, which confirmed what Yiyoung had been thinking.

“Don’t belittle yourself like that. To me, you’re a great guy. So don’t devalue yourself. You’ve always told me to find the real Yoon Yiyoung,” she said with a smile, “Find yourself then. Know how great you are. You’re sexy and unique. But you’re way too naive, my husband.”

Muyeol stared at Yiyoung.

“I needed to experience some situations to finally know myself, and I think you need it, too. You need a cause.” Yiyoung looked at Muyeol warmly. “If there was a turning point in your life, what kind of life would you want to live?”