The woman, who claimed to be on a sales call but didn’t utter a word, couldn’t even say goodbye and just bowed her head quietly.
Doha, watching her indifferently, suddenly spoke.
“Aren’t you going to hold on?”
Despite seemingly being desperate to become his image trainer, the woman remained silent until the end, prompting him to urge her.
But her response was somewhat amusing.
“You’re not going to catch me…”
Her lips, holding back a chuckle, uttered in a slightly dry voice.
“So, no.”
“Interesting,”
Doha chuckled and nodded.
Then he gave her an opportunity to meet again.
“Is there a third time?”
At his words, the woman’s eyes filled with anticipation as she smiled beautifully.
“Just ten times, I promise.”
What an odd situation.
Doha’s soft laughter seeped into the damp September evening air.
Watching Doha’s car drive away, Yeeun let out a deep sigh.
She hadn’t spoken a word about image training, but it wasn’t a failed sales call.
At least she got the chance to ‘hit’ ten times.
Separate from that, her heart wasn’t entirely at ease.
Chadoha.
Oddly enough, the man lingered in her mind like residue caught in a filter.
“Today there’s a family event, but Doha will probably skip it. He’s likely out drinking somewhere.”
That’s what Chahyun had told her over the phone.
“So, Yeeun, try to get Doha to eat something. Anything will do.”
That was how the second ‘chopping’ opportunity was given to her.
Then, a question suddenly crossed her mind.
“Is there a specific reason Director Chadoha doesn’t attend family events, even when Chairman Chajiseop has made room for him?”
Was it a question that crossed the line?
There was silence on the other end from Chahyun.
It was a bit frightening when Chahyun, usually so forthright, maintained silence like this.
It was a necessary question to ask.
“For the training.”
To train properly, one must fully understand the other person.
That way, the best advice can be given within a range that doesn’t cause aversion.
Having already experienced persona image training, Chahyun would understand this situation better than anyone.
Maybe that’s why.
Without much hesitation, Chahyun began to unfold a rather serious story.
“Doha has a half-brother. A child who’s only six years old. Born after his father died, so is he a posthumous child? Or just an illegitimate child?”
Doha has a half-brother?
The noble and aloof Chadoha.
“At every family event, that child is there, holding President Chainwoo’s hand tightly. While Doha was treated like a criminal’s son, that child was welcomed into the family.”
President Chainwoo, inherently tender-hearted and warm, couldn’t even pass by a wounded animal without helping.
It seemed only natural for him to take in his uncle’s illegitimate child.
But Chadoha couldn’t do that.
His chosen alternative was avoidance, or even ignorance.
“Doha never attends events where that child is present.”
Chahyun’s voice twisted with a hint of pity.
“Our Doha has some immature aspects, doesn’t he?”
“No. I think it’s natural. It must be because of the strong sense of betrayal he felt towards his father.”
“How could he be so much like me in that way?”
Yeeun smiled bitterly, and only after Chadoha’s car completely disappeared from her view did she hail a taxi.
Tonight, she felt like she needed a drink too.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
