“The interview is a time to tell your own story completely.”
As if unable to understand why such words were spoken, Taesang’s forehead lightly furrowed.
“I came here to hear Vice Chairman’s story. After that incident, did nothing happen to you, Vice Chairman? Do you have anything more to say to me, aside from objective facts?”
“Well…”
It felt like my own story. For some reason, it felt like an excuse, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak.
However, suddenly, Dajeong’s words came to mind. That doing our story was something she wanted.
If it was for her, even if I didn’t want to. But if it was what Dajeong wanted…
The tightly closed lips slowly parted.
“After that, I became emotionally much more unstable than before. Always having to be on edge to avoid physical contact made me constantly tired and exhausted.”
“Did that friend… apologize?”
“She did. About a month after I took off the cast.”
“Why did it take so long?”
Who apologized first, who didn’t, those parts weren’t important for the article. However, she, already engrossed in Taesang’s story, listened intently with a slightly puzzled expression.
“The injured wrist happened to be the right hand. I helped her for a month when she couldn’t use her hand, and she seemed sorry for that.”
“Helped with what?”
“Writing, cleaning, carrying bags. Things students usually do at school.”
“Huh? The Vice Chairman, who was more seriously injured, ended up helping, even though he was the one injured?”
“At that time, I thought everything was my fault. It wasn’t as virtuous an action as you might imagine.”
It had been about 30 minutes since they met and talked. Now, it seemed like she could see who Chae Taesang really was.
A person who always expressed himself through actions. A person who, even if misunderstood, didn’t easily reveal his own story.
He was someone who, like a pearl buried in mud, needed to be dug out to reveal his true nature.
Realizing this fact, Journalist Song changed the way she asked questions. Instead of simply asking and expecting a general answer, she asked specifically and probed delicately.
Her last question was whether there might be a problem with an emotionally unstable person inheriting a leadership position in a group.
Taesang answered briefly, saying he would prove it with numbers, and Dajeong handed over a prepared medical opinion. The physician who had been seeing him for a long time had prepared it for today’s interview.
Journalist Song filled the pre-arranged one-hour time frame to the brim and concluded the interview. It was a long and intense time, enough for her to order two more drinks.
“But you two really have an incredible connection.”
As the official time ended, her voice became a bit lighter.
“Reconnecting with someone from childhood who you had a connection with, and on top of that, marrying the person who saved you at the scene of the accident.”
“I didn’t save her.”
“What?”
She, who was bringing a glass to her lips, stopped abruptly.
“I tried, but I couldn’t find him.”
“Then who…”
“It was Taesang’s younger brother.”
Dajeong straightened her back, looking at her.
“Taesang’s younger brother, who was passing by the front of the theater, saved me. Later, I heard from the hospital that if he had been a little late, it could have been really serious.”
“If it’s his brother… Are you talking about Cha Subin Team Leader, who was active as a photographer until recently?”
“Yes. There was a piano competition that day, so both of them were at the theater. He came to where I was while looking for his brother who didn’t show up.”
“Ah… I see. Now that you’re becoming a family, you must feel especially grateful.”
Grateful. That word was not enough.
Every happy moment in life, he was grateful for it. This moment was something he could enjoy because of him.
“I lived as affectionately as my name suggests.”
At the somewhat abrupt statement, Journalist Song tilted her head with a curious expression.
Actually, it was all thanks to Subin oppa. I lived with the mindset that I had to live as a good person, be helpful to the world, with the thought that being saved by him shouldn’t be in vain. Someday, when I meet him again, I want to proudly say that I was saved.”
“Proudly, huh…”
Journalist Song, who had been nodding her head, seemed to understand what she meant, and she smiled softly. Living with such a mindset was undoubtedly the greatest expression of gratitude one person could offer.
With a clink, the ice in her glass slipped down with a sound. The lounge had gradually filled up with people.
She turned off the recorder, stood up from her seat, and Taesang and Dajeong followed suit as if seeing her off.
Since the elevator Journalist Song took didn’t pass through the suite, the two had to say goodbye in the corridor.
“Thank you for listening to our story. Oh, and please send my regards to Director Kang Miyeon.”
Journalist Song put on a cool smile, hanging her large shoulder bag over her shoulder.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
