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The man’s name was Kim Minjun.
Two years younger than Taekyung, the youngest son of Kim Seonhyeok, chairman of Hoedong Construction.
With two older brothers and three older sisters, he was naturally pushed back in the succession race, especially since his second brother, Kim Minho, had been stirring up the company for years.
It was obvious what kind of life Kim Minjun had led.
Unlike his busy siblings, constantly competing in a strict and authoritative household, he, as the youngest, must have learned to live on his own.
His past, having never taken management lessons during his long years studying abroad, spoke volumes of this.
There was a photo of Kim Minjun immersed in fencing club activities while studying in England, a face boyish enough to debut in an idol group right away.
He looked kind, naive, or in other words, weak and fragile. Taekyung found himself irked by that smile, something he never had in his life.
“So, a naive and kind man is her type…”
The thought of the seemingly ambitious Yoon Wuyeon’s gaze seemed oddly mismatched with him, prompting a bitter smile.
Taekyung leisurely turned the next page with his hand that was just under his chin.
The recent two-year business performance of Hoedong wasn’t impressive. Brand image plummeted amid various problems that cropped up like mushrooms.
A foolish father, a foolish second brother, greedy sisters.
“Everywhere you go, the incompetents sure make a fuss.”
He wondered for a moment what it would have been like had Kim Minjun been in charge from the beginning.
Taekyung chuckled loudly, seeing a photo of Kim Minjun’s soon-to-be wife at the end of the report.
A familiar name. He had never met her, but he had seen her name dozens of times.
The face looked somewhat different from her childhood, so he placed his pen on the photo.
“Is the woman he’s going to marry Jo Inyoung?”
Upon seeing Taekyung’s twisted expression, Han Siljang added a brief explanation.
“Yes. The matchmaking has already taken place, and the engagement was discussed long ago. Even the engagement date is set, but Kim Minjun keeps expressing his refusal to Chairman Kim. It seems Yoon Wuyeon doesn’t know yet, neither do her acquaintances. Given her tendency to be tight-lipped and discreet about her personal life.”
Taekyung pressed his forehead, feeling tired from tossing and turning all night.
Thinking of going for a workout, he quickly glanced up at Han Siljang.
“How did you know about their breakup when even their friends didn’t?”
“The recent pattern of Kim Minjun’s actions is always the same.”
He could guess the rest without Han Siljang explaining further. A heartbroken Kim Minjun, lamenting his past relationship while drunk, was vivid in his mind.
Hurting such a kind man like this.
Having experienced Yoon Wuyeon’s sharp and pointed rejection himself, Taekyung smirked slightly.
He then asked Han Siljang another question.
“Refusing an engagement that far along, he must still have quite an attachment, huh?”
“Yes. It seems he pursued Yoon Wuyeon for a whole year before they started dating. They initially kept refusing, but started dating around two years ago, around the time of Yoon Wuyeon’s grandmother’s passing. It seems she relied on him somewhat emotionally.”
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Taekyung pictured the faces of both people at once and then rolled the pen across his desk.
“What was the reason they broke up?”
“That much…”
“It must’ve been Yoon Wuyeon who pushed him away decisively. With her cold, rustling eyes.”
“…….”
But why did Kim Minjun let her go so easily?
Considering she even charmed someone as indifferent to women as himself, he must have been more affected.
Han Siljang adjusted the glasses perched on his nose, glancing at Taekyung. There was more he hadn’t said yet, so he hurried.
“Earlier this year, when Hoedong Construction was reeling from illegal funding issues, Chairman Cho actively stepped in to help. It’s rumored that Chairman Cho has earmarked Kim Minjun as his son-in-law. Since then, the whole Hoedong family has been pushing for Kim Minjun’s marriage. It seems this marriage will definitely happen.”
Before Taekyung could marvel at Chairman Cho’s keen eye in recognizing the malleable Kim Minjun, he picked up the pen he had rolled and placed it back in its spot.
“When will this information reach the broadcasting station?”
“A day or two should be enough.”
“His ex-girlfriend’s engagement. I wonder what expression Yoon Wuyeon will wear.”
Taekyung stared intently at Jo Inyoung’s photo. It amusingly reminded him of Yoon Wuyeon’s face.
Kim Minjun and Jo Inyoung. It seemed like a fitting match.
It also meant Kim Minjun might not completely push Jo Inyoung away.
Hoedong Construction was joining hands with Jangkyeong Group, and Jangkyeong aimed to use Hoedong as a stepping stone to expand into construction.
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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