More than twenty handshakes, like all those handshakes, Jin Yoohee forcefully clasped Doha’s hand as he quickly released his grip.
For a moment, Doha’s eyebrows twitched.
What is she trying to do?
But Jin Yoohee, who didn’t blink an eye, even laughed.
“It felt like this. Mr. Cha Doha’s hand.”
Although he said not to reject anyone’s hand, Doha eventually brushed off Jin Yoohee’s hand as if throwing it away.
Then, with an unnatural expression, Jin Yoohee spoke.
“When I squeezed Seo Yeeun’s hand, it felt good. Small, moist, and soft.”
What is she trying to do?
“Would others envy Chief Manager Cha Doha, who can freely grasp such hands? Or would they curse him as a despicable man who touches subordinates?”
Blatant criticism of him was not audible.
Such criticism, he paid to hear it, even if he had to buy it.
The problem is that this woman seems to have met Yeeun separately.
“Why? Are you jealous?”
Leaning towards Jin Yoohee, who was like that, Doha, with a slight curl of his lips, spoke.
“I’m not just holding that woman’s hand. I’ve touched every nook and cranny of her body.”
At his words, Jin Yoohee’s gaze flashed sharply.
“If you envy it, Jin Yoohee, try tempting Seo Yeeun.”
To her, Doha, who sent the same texture of gaze, issued a warning in a cold voice.
“Remember one thing. I don’t like anyone spitting on my belongings. I’ve half-killed those things so far.”
Slowly standing upright again, Doha smiled and delivered his final words.
“There’s no exception just because she’s a woman, Director Jin Yoohee.”
After that, Jin Yoohee moved away.
It felt dirty.
At 6 p.m., sitting at her desk and refining the speech Doha would give on Friday, Yeeun received a message.
It was a message sent by Gong Hyeonsu, Secretary to Chairman Cha Jiseop.
A short message made her feel uncomfortable inside.
It’s okay to say thank you, even to say good job. But having lunch together?
It felt like something hard and sticky was stuck in her throat, like a sweet potato.
Glancing at her cellphone for a moment, Yeeun wrote a reply while contemplating.
An invitation from Chairman Cha Jiseop.
She couldn’t dare to refuse.
As Yeeun’s finger pressed the send button, her hand trembled slightly.
At that moment, the office door opened, and Manager Kim Jeongju came in.
He had a stack of documents in his hands.
Even when Doha was not present, Kim Jeongju’s work was extremely busy.
Since she started commuting to the main office, Yeeun, whose original duties were reduced, helped Kim Jeongju’s work.
She helped with document organization, refined promotional article texts, and even sincerely assisted with matters unrelated to Doha. That way, her mind felt more at ease.
Thanks to that, they were able to quickly process work together, and Manager Kim Jeongju was grateful.
After two days of working together, Yeeun became closer to Manager Kim Jeongju.
Approaching him, she took the documents from him.
“Why is there so much?”
“The Chief Manager’s workload is really heavy. He reviews all the data pouring out from each affiliate.”
It didn’t seem like an exaggeration.
It was a phrase that could be explained with enough observation over the past two days.
Yeeun, who nodded, followed Manager Kim Jeongju into the empty room without an owner.
In the office where the sun was crossing beyond the window, Cha Doha’s scent permeated the air.
The crimson sunset outside the window and the sepia-toned office scenery created by the sun before it sets, intertwined with the captivating fragrance, strangely stirred the chest.
Despite being an empty office, Doha’s figure in front of the home office desk seemed somewhat mature.
It felt like the moment when she brought her here this morning was preserved, and the image she saw for the first time last night at the hotel left an impression.
Perhaps his scent brought his fantasy.
“Please give me the documents.”
Manager Kim Jeongju, who had already placed the documents on Doha’s desk, took the documents handed to him by Yeeun.
“Ms. Seo Yeeun, it’s time for you to leave work.”
She heard that the quitting time was 7 p.m.
But leaving work an hour early?
“Already?”
To her question, Manager Kim Jeongju smiled slyly.
“The Chairman asked if you could have dinner together. Come out around 6 and call him.”
Doha suggested having dinner together… The tingling sensation spread on the palm, and her fingertips tingled.
It was just about having a meal, but her heart was already racing.
Unable to respond immediately, Manager Kim Jeongju chuckled awkwardly and spoke again.
“I chose the words wrong. It’s not leaving work; it’s business. Counseling… you need to do counseling.”
“Oh, yes.”
Counseling.
Right. She’s just Cha Doha’s image trainer.
Smiling broadly, Yeeun greeted Manager Kim Jeongju and hurriedly left for home.
Wearing a trench coat and carrying a handbag, Yeeun lifted her cellphone.
A message arrived from Doha.
He suggested having dinner, but in the end, it’s a hotel.
A silly smile came to Yeeun’s face, wondering if last night was so good, even with such a ridiculous request from Doha.
“It was good.”
Without denying herself, Yeeun checked the time and passed through the main gate of the headquarters.
That’s when it happened.
With the clacking sound, someone loudly called her name.
“Ms. Yeeun!”
Stopping the car just below, it was Cha Hyun.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
