Dajeong crouched down to avoid the collision. As the bag fell to the ground with a dull vibration, her abdomen felt cold. If she had been a little slower, it would have hit her face.
Gasping for breath, she barely regained composure when the plane shook again. Dajeong held the trolley with one hand and gripped the seat door with the other.
“Ah!”
The inner part of her wrist twinged, and a piercing pain followed.
When she tried to block the bag with one hand, it felt like her wrist was bending backward. It seemed she had injured her muscles.
Dajeong, barely maintaining her balance, looked at Seonjae. It was to check if he had been hurt anywhere.
“Are you hurt?”
“Well, what is it? If there are air currents, they should announce it in advance. Anyway, this airline doesn’t do anything properly.”
Seonjae squatted down, stretching his long legs, and rolled his eyes. His arms wrapped around his body up to his shoulders, as if meticulously examining himself.
“If I had just brought down my bag earlier, what would have happened? I’m tall, so I might have hit my head on the carry-on.”
“…”
“Go and call the manager. I need to say a word; this won’t do.”
To say that someone almost got hurt, and this is the only thing he says. Moreover, it’s about almost getting hurt while helping with his own luggage.
Dajeong barely suppressed her boiling anger. What needed to be taken care of now was not her emotions but the safety of the passengers. Even if the passenger was really annoying.
“…Please fasten your seatbelt.”
Dajeong left only those words and turned away.
The gentle shaking still lingered in the cabin. Holding onto the railing and the shelf, she walked carefully. From behind, Seonjae poured out complaints.
“I told you to call him, why isn’t there a response? Hey, Flight Attendant Dajeong.”
Dajeong stood upright in her place, turning only her head. Her eyes showed strength, but her face remained calm.
“Sir, can you see the seatbelt sign is on?”
“I can see it, but…”
“This sign applies to both passengers and flight attendants. I have to return to my seat now, and the manager cannot come out of the cabin. Our safety is just as important as the passengers’.”
Even though the floor was shaking, Dajeong’s gaze remained steadfast.
Located in Cheongdam-dong, a Japanese restaurant.
At a somewhat ambiguous time for a meal, with the purpose not being a meal, Myeongok walked leisurely through the corridor.
Dressed in a neat two-piece suit, she held a thick envelope in her hand.
The direction her toes were pointing was the end of the restaurant, a room where people’s gazes wouldn’t reach.
Drrrrk.
As the sliding door opened, a set Japanese kaiseki meal was already prepared to welcome her. Unfortunately, the food, untouched by warmth, seemed to have never experienced a pair of chopsticks.
Myeongok sat down in the already arranged seat, glancing at the man’s face across from her.
Cool, shining glasses framed by dry eyes. The man in his late thirties tilted his head slightly and looked at Myeongok.
“I was surprised when I got the call.”
“What can you do? It’s a situation.”
“The situation is the situation…”
The man extended his words and filled the glass placed in front of him. The transparent liquid quickly filled the small glass. He drank it all in one gulp and spoke.
“Are you talking about the situation where everything went to Che Taesang, even the company?”
“Oh, your choice of words is somewhat straightforward.”
Myeongok laughed as if finding it amusing.
“I don’t like wasting time.”
“I feel the same way.”
She filled the glass and quickly drank it.
“Let’s cooperate.”
“Could you be more specific?”
“Excuse me.”
As if urging him to see it with his own eyes, Myeongok extended the envelope. The man alternately looked at Myeongok and the envelope with a suspicious expression.
Then, Myeongok extended the documents closer, saying again, “You say you don’t like wasting time. See for yourself.”
“…”
The man opened the envelope with a dubious expression. On the first page of the documents that came out with his hand, it was written, ‘Hanseong Hangong Acquisition and Merger Plan and Detailed Management Plan.’
Instantly, the man’s eyebrows furrowed.
“I’m not wishing for your company to go bankrupt… Why are you giving this to me? Do you find it amusing to mock the CEO of a perennially second-rate airline? What is it?”
As the man spoke, he threw the documents onto the dining table.
Myeongok neatly organized the documents and put them back into the envelope. A while ago, it was valuable information she obtained by intercepting and persuading the secretary who had just been assigned to the vice president’s office. Not a drop of water could touch it.
She looked at the man with a calm expression.
“Why would I want your company to go bankrupt? Your words are too harsh. I just thought we could help each other out.”
“Help each other out? It’s more like stabbing each other in the back. And without dirtying your hands, of course.”
“Well, I won’t deny that. It’s good to use tools if you have them.”
Myeongok tilted the bottle of alcohol as she spoke.
She had recently realized something significant. That is, there is a way to push Taesang out without personally getting involved. Frustrating and unfair as it was, she learned the method through Seonjae.
He used me so easily, it was almost laughable. Without lifting a finger, he neatly solved the problem, achieving satisfactory results.
He did that because he knew how to manipulate relationships and desires among people.
Myeongok was confident that there were people around her whom she could use. And that was Eugene Airlines, a perennially second-rate airline.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
