The original Korean paragraph contains 17 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation, preserving the same number of lines:
The elevator was crowded as it was time to leave work.
Stepping out of the building after descending with a crowd at the first floor, Sa Rang let out a sigh.
She still had a long way to go home, and she felt more tired than usual, possibly due to the cold.
Having barely eaten lunch due to a lack of appetite, she felt hungry too.
Eager to lie down and rest, Sa Rang hastened her steps towards the subway station.
She buttoned up her coat against the chilly wind and slipped her hands into her pockets.
“Ah.”
Suddenly, she felt something hot in her right hand and abruptly stopped.
She had forgotten about the hand warmer she was holding while preparing to leave work; now it was too hot to touch.
Sa Rang carefully held the edge of the hand warmer to cool it down.
“I didn’t even say thank you.”
She had no chance to express her gratitude to Do Han, who had suffered on her behalf at the Product Planning Team.
Even if that incident hadn’t happened, she probably wouldn’t have said anything.
She regretted not sending the message she had written earlier.
If she had sent it then, she wouldn’t have felt this heavy-hearted.
Now, Sa Rang pulled out a piece of paper from her left pocket.
[It’s still cold out. Dress warmly, Manager.]The casual handwriting, so characteristic of Do Han, contrasted with the affectionate note.
Even when they were dating, he was like this.
His expression always made it hard to tell if he really cared, but his actions towards her were filled with affection.
That’s why Sa Rang never doubted him.
Never thought she would be discarded so suddenly.
As she became lost in her thoughts, she took out her phone, feeling she should thank him now.
She opened the messaging app, but hesitated, finding it too burdensome to call.
Just then, a car honked nearby.
Startled, Sa Rang turned to see Do Han at the wheel, looking at her through the rolled-down passenger window.
“Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
Sa Rang was about to politely decline when the cars behind began honking impatiently.
With the traffic jam he was causing, she had no choice but to get in.
She could almost imagine him following her to the subway station if she refused.
“Why not ask your boyfriend to pick you up? Especially when you’re not feeling well.”
Sa Rang was still not used to Do Han after a month.
In the office, he was respectfully her manager, but outside, he casually switched to informal speech, which still made her uncomfortable.
“Yun Jae is busy. He’s in his senior year.”
Do Han frowned as he stopped the car at a red light.
He almost said aloud that the busy boyfriend had time to pick up Kang Ji Woo from work yesterday.
The image of Ji Woo’s shameless face made Do Han’s own face contort with anger. Then, suddenly, Sa Rang asked tentatively.
“Do you want to have dinner together?”
Do Han turned his head sharply, wondering if he heard her correctly.
As she stared straight ahead, he wasn’t sure if he had imagined her words and remained silent.
Then Sa Rang spoke again.
“It’s fine if you’re busy.”
In a rush, Do Han blurted out.
“I’m not busy. Not busy at all.”
His heart was pounding so fast that his voice came out louder than he intended.
Calming down, he continued.
“Let’s have dinner. Together.”
The original Korean paragraph contains 42 lines. Here is the verbatim English translation, preserving the same number of lines:
The two went to a restaurant far from the office.
When Do Han asked what she wanted to eat, Sa Rang said anything was fine.
She wanted to treat him to dinner to thank him for everything he did today.
When she first joined the company, Na Young, her senior, would sometimes treat her to dinner after work.
They would also drink and unwind whenever there was stress at the office.
She had intended to be a good senior like Na Young to her junior, but never had dinner outside with Do Han since he took on the role of her junior.
Sa Rang planned to do her duty as a proper mentor today.
But she didn’t expect him to take her to a porridge restaurant.
As they entered and sat down, a staff member came to take their order.
“How about abalone porridge?”
“Uh? Oh, yes, that’s fine.”
Sa Rang answered absentmindedly, and Do Han ordered two servings of abalone porridge.
“You said you hardly had any lunch. Porridge might be easier to eat.”
Do Han had overheard the conversation between Sa Rang and Na Young before leaving work.
Na Young told Sa Rang she must be tired from not having a proper lunch and should go home and rest soon.
Hearing that, he wanted to buy her porridge, and thankfully the opportunity arose.
As he set down Sa Rang’s spoon, he casually said,
“I’ll order one more for takeaway. Eat it for breakfast tomorrow.”
“No, Ji Woo is also there, so that’s a bit…”
“Ah.”
Do Han momentarily forgot.
Sa Rang lived with Kang Ji Woo.
And right next door was her boyfriend.
In his excitement of having dinner alone with her, his mind had gone blank.
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
