The invitation was personally delivered to Wooyeon through a quick service on Thursday afternoon. It happened when she was about to write today’s main headline anchor script after having lunch.
“Ms. Yoon Wooyeon? Please sign here.”
“Yes, thank you.”
A Brighton Wedding logo, elegantly embossed in gold on a clear black background. It was an official invitation to the black-level gathering, an event only the top 1% dreamed of attending.
She paid attention to his handwritten signature on the invitation.
The fact that Taekyung was the owner of the Wedding Tower had gradually been revealed through the media. His recent actions were so distinctive that it seemed like he had wished it to be that way from the beginning.
His determination in business seemed remarkable, and his attachment to the successor position seemed high.
Some biased reports seemed to have originated from Cha Wookang, his competitor.
Following the major personnel reorganization in the wedding business, along with Brighton Airlines, rumors naturally followed him.
The repercussions of participating in this meeting as his partner needed to be calculated in advance.
Warnings from Chairman Jo Sehun not to meet Taekyung, a possible encounter with Jo Inyoung after several years, and different gazes that she might have to endure.
To throw away the external image she had built up and want to climb even higher seemed like the desire of someone who was also a materialistic person.
Perhaps she was such a person from the beginning.
In the end, she wanted to rise to the same position as them with burning anger deep in her bones.
“Senior. Director Kim is calling.”
“……. ”
“Senior?”
Pushing away deepening thoughts, Woosik shook her hand in front of her. Wooyeon finally looked straight ahead.
“Yes, I’ll be right back.”
Outside the window was a dull gray. It seemed like it would rain soon.
People outside the building and someone inside were all busy with their own affairs.
There was nothing difficult to think about.
It was just a matter of going with the flow like them.
⭐⭐⭐
The rain that had been falling continuously since yesterday poured down in large quantities all at once.
It was the rainy season.
[When will you arrive? It’s the first day officially becoming my partner, and you’re making people wait like this.]In the car heading to the Wedding Tower, Wooyeon read Taekyung’s message.
Even though she knew she would inevitably be late if she rushed after the news, she couldn’t help but tease him with such a message.
“I’m not late because I want to be late.”
On Friday night, on the congested road, Wooyeon, who had her hand on the steering wheel, muttered to herself.
Vroom!
On the already congested road, it seemed like someone was cutting in, and the cars behind honked loudly.
Rain was pouring, the traffic situation was a mess, but Wooyeon remained calm and focused on driving.
The world is simple.
Divide it into what you can do and what you can’t do, and just do your best in what you can do.
Classical music flowing through the car replaced her tranquility.
When she entered the venue, an employee dressed in a well-fitted black suit checked the invitation.
“Yes. You’re confirmed. You can enter right away.”
“Is there a powder room by any chance?”
In response to Wooyeon’s question, the staff kindly smiled.
“Follow me.”
Wooyeon stopped by the powder room for a moment.
After changing into different clothes right after the news, she wanted to make sure there were no wrinkles or anything out of place.
She reached into her bag and put on the earrings she took out. They were sent by Taekyung along with the invitation, a design with large pearls under finely cut diamond-like snowflakes.
It seemed to suit her unusually well with her white and long neck.
Wooyeon gazed at herself transparently reflected in the mirror.
Somehow, she felt strangely refreshing.
Taekyung had said that everything happening here tonight would never leak outside. Whether someone brought a partner or shared a story with each other.
He emphasized that keeping secrets was the first rule of the Black Level.
It was simply a business social gathering by necessity.
“So, come and put your arm around me with confidence. Because that night, you’re my only partner.”
His voice in her ears added more tension.
“Yoon Wooyeon?”
When she turned her head, the person standing in front of her was Inyoung. The indirect lighting attached to the dressing table made Wooyeon’s earrings sparkle even more.
She turned her head back to its original position, but Inyoung’s face reflected in the round mirror remained the same.
Looking at that shocked and terrifying expression as if she were terribly surprised and giving chills, Wooyeon felt like laughing.
She applied lipstick. With seductive lips shining like red velvet, she glanced at Inyoung reflected in the mirror.
“It’s been a while.”
Her face twisted severely.
“Why are you here?”
Wooyeon stood up from the powder room chair and smiled gracefully.
She deliberately gave a more casual response.
“Well, I was invited.”
“What?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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