Tae Sang stared piercingly at Min Jun’s hand that had been carelessly resting on Da Jeong’s shoulder. Sensing the tension, Min Jun cautiously withdrew his hand, and Tae Sang’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
Min Jun edged away from Da Jeong as if he had accidentally stepped on a landmine.
“Yes, yes… I’ll be careful.”
Tae Sang maintained his stern gaze as he nodded slowly.
Min Jun awkwardly bowed his head and quickly walked away. Everyone in the cafeteria followed his lead, hastily lowering their heads. It seemed like they were all preparing for potential fallout.
Feeling the stiff atmosphere, Da Jeong spoke up.
“This will make the employees hesitant to approach you.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.”
Tae Sang replied calmly, picking up his spoon.
“Wait a moment…!”
But it was too late.
Tae Sang scooped a huge portion of stir-fried pork onto Da Jeong’s plate, causing it to overflow onto the rice.
“It’s too dry.”
“Ah… who’s supposed to eat all this…”
Da Jeong murmured softly, giving Tae Sang a sidelong glance. He impassively met her gaze and gestured towards her plate, urging her to eat.
“Gaining weight will make the uniform tight.”
Da Jeong poked at the stir-fried pork, grumbling unhappily.
“I’ll get you a new one, so just eat.”
“I was planning to eat something nice after landing…”
“Do you like Southeast Asian food?”
“Yes, I really like… Wait a minute. You know where I’m going? No, wait. Why are you suddenly using informal speech?”
Da Jeong’s eyes sharpened unexpectedly. It wasn’t like Tae Sang to shorten his speech abruptly.
“You don’t like that, do you?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it… just why all of a sudden?”
“Speaking informally makes you feel more like mine.”
Tae Sang’s eyes softened for a moment. He smiled contentedly and stood up from his seat.
Da Jeong briskly entered briefing room number 13, destined for Kuala Lumpur.
“I’m sorry!”
Da Jeong announced loudly as she opened the door.
There were still five minutes left before the official briefing, but in the world of flight attendants, being late meant ‘arriving after the seniors.’
Da Jeong, the last to arrive, bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
“Da Jeong, try to come a bit earlier next time.”
“Yes, I’ll be careful, chief officer.”
Da Jeong couldn’t discard the excessive food and ended up eating it all, causing her to be late. She quickly took the last seat, silently cursing the ‘inconsiderate meal-serving man.’
“Alright, everyone’s here. Let’s start the briefing.”
Kim Hana, the famously strict chief officer, tapped on her tablet PC as she began the briefing. Da Jeong quietly opened her handbag and took out her briefing diary, trying not to make any noise.
Flight number, flight time, number of passengers.
Right after the basic information sharing, the chief officer dived into the main point.
“Today, a VIP will be boarding first class. You’ve all read the email, right?”
“Yes.”
Da Jeong, who hadn’t spoken, wished she could just disappear. Being suddenly added to the crew, it was clear that the operations team hadn’t shared the information with her.
The chief officer noticed Da Jeong’s uneasy gaze.
“Da Jeong?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t receive the email. I’ll make sure to review it after the briefing.”
“Are you the one who was added to the crew at the last minute?”
“Yes.”
If it wasn’t for that, she might not have even gotten the bone.
Da Jeong internally sweated as she saw the chief officer’s eyebrows shoot up. But, as strict as she was, the chief officer was fair. She nodded once and then moved on to the task briefing.
“Let’s quickly go over this. As you all know, our airline’s vice president will be boarding today as a VIP.”
That confirmed Da Jeong’s suspicion.
The sudden schedule change, his knowing where she was going. Her vague suspicion had turned into certainty. But she was still puzzled about the situation.
Busy as he was, he wouldn’t be going on a tourist visit; it must be a business trip. But why he insisted on taking her along remained a mystery, making her head spin.
While she was lost in thought, the chief officer’s monotonous voice filled her ears.
“Be especially mindful of noise from the galley as the VIP prefers a quiet flight. There are no allergenic foods, and he prefers Bordeaux wine…”
Da Jeong hurriedly followed the chief officer’s words, writing them down.
Writing down information about her future husband during a briefing. The sound of her pen scratching on paper mingled with a faint sigh.
“And most importantly…”
When Da Jeong’s notebook was full, the chief officer stopped abruptly. It seemed she was about to discuss something important, as she scanned the room.
“Do not disturb the VIP while they are resting.”
‘Huh…?’
It was a piercing gaze.
Da Jeong, hoping against hope that it wasn’t her, glanced sideways. But, to her dismay, the seat to her left was empty, and the one to her right was occupied by a male flight attendant.
Then it must be…
“Da Jeong?”
“Yes?”
“You didn’t respond?”
“Yes, yes… I will keep it in mind.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
