The man’s eyes, dark like the night or perhaps the universe, held her gaze.
But there was no warmth in them, leaving a chill around her heart.
His gaze then shifted downward.
“Let go of this.”
Only then did she realize she was clutching the man’s shirt collar.
“Sorry.”
Startled, Ye-eun quickly steadied herself and released her grip.
The man, his shirt collar crumpled, looked displeased.
There seemed to be a small click of his tongue.
“The button’s been torn off.”
His voice, cool and detached, made Ye-eun shrink back.
“I’m sorry. I…”
The shirt seemed expensive at a glance.
Should she offer to fix it, or buy a new one?
As she hesitated, reaching out her hand, the man briskly brushed her off.
“It’s fine.”
With a final scan of Ye-eun with his dark eyes, he turned away, visibly annoyed.
Even his departing figure exuded a sense of supreme arrogance.
A lingering scent of cedarwood filled the space he had occupied.
Finally taking a breath, Ye-eun watched the spot where he had disappeared for a long while.
She waited for about 40 minutes in the small office next to the studio.
40 minutes earlier, a woman who had brought her coffee had entered the room and delivered a message from Director Cha Hyun.
“You’re being asked to come into the studio.”
Taking a deep breath, Ye-eun picked up the portfolios again to respond to Cha Hyun’s summons.
Studio B.
Beyond the white wooden door, a photoshoot was in full swing.
It was the corporate photoshoot for the gallery that she had heard about.
In the stark white studio, camera flashes continuously illuminated the space.
Carefully stepping forward, Ye-eun stopped in her tracks, captivated by the subject of the relentless camera shutters.
“That man is…”
The same man from before.
The one she had bumped into, who had caught her from falling.
A man with deep, dark eyes holding a noble radiance like black sapphires.
“He’s a model?”
It seemed he was a model.
The man, with his shirt buttons undone, giving off a somewhat languid air, moved in sync with the camera director’s signals. Sometimes he lowered his gaze, sometimes he met the camera’s eye.
Just that, and yet the man dominated the studio with just one look. His mysterious black eyes seemed to darken the whole white studio.
Ye-eun couldn’t help but be captivated by the man’s strange aura of intimidation.
“He’s handsome, isn’t he?”
Startled by a sudden presence, Ye-eun turned to find Cha Hyun standing beside her. His sparkling black eyes waited eagerly for her response. Despite being in his late fifties, he didn’t feel that age at all.
With his bleach-blonde short cut hair, a trademark of his strong personality, he was the owner of a meticulously self-managed image and a VIP of ‘Persona.’
Ye-eun bowed politely to Cha Hyun.
“I’m sorry, Director.”
She should have looked for Cha Hyun first upon entering the studio, but her apology was for being distracted.
“I couldn’t help but keep looking at the model.”
“Is he just impressive?”
Cha Hyun’s pleasant expression widened into a broad smile.
“The best face indeed.”
There was no denying it.
Depending on the lighting, the angle, the man’s face looked perfect from every side, just as Cha Hyun had described.
“Yes, he seems to have the best face.”
Pleased with her agreement, Cha Hyun’s face overflowed with satisfaction.
“See, I like your eye, Seo Ye-eun.”
He seemed genuinely content with her. With a contented voice, Cha Hyun led her somewhere.
“Come here. Let me introduce you to my nephew.”
A wave of tension stiffened Ye-eun’s back.
Cha In-woo, Cha Hyun’s nephew, held the fate of ‘Persona,’ and her own livelihood, in his hands.
She needed to satisfy Cha Hyun to secure ‘Persona’s’ future, and to survive herself.
Swallowing her nervousness, Ye-eun followed Cha Hyun’s lead and soon found herself standing in front of the man she’d been studying for the past week.
“Director Cha In-woo?”
At Cha Hyun’s call, Cha In-woo, who had been observing the photoshoot, turned towards them.
Cha In-woo, looking even more marketable than his media appearance, greeted her warmly.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Seo Ye-eun. I’m Cha In-woo. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
His voice was gentle, though slightly slow, but that could be refined.
Ye-eun’s fears of him being vastly different from his media image were unfounded.
Cha In-woo was ‘very easy,’ not just ‘fairly easy,’ to work with.
His manners were also impeccable, taking the heavy portfolios from her and placing them considerately.
“Carrying such heavy things here, you’re quite determined.”
His comment seemed to break the curse of her ‘pretty face.’
“I like her, Aunt, don’t you?”
With the subject himself expressing approval, the contract seemed as good as signed.
Ye-eun smiled politely and bowed her head.
“Thank you.”
Cha Hyun looked equally pleased.
Ye-eun visualized a relieved Ji-soo and her tearful mother, grateful for the news.
Just as a sigh of relief silently passed, a crucial point was raised.
“What good is it if you like her? It’s Doha who needs to approve.”
Cha Hyun lifted her hand high over Ye-eun’s shoulder.
“Over here!”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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