After finishing his thoughts, Taekyung closed the report.
“Jo Inyoung is an artist, right?”
“Yes, Chairman.”
“Then buy her paintings in my name. Make sure to pay a hefty price.”
“Understood.”
Taekyung watched Han Siljang leave the office, a smile creeping up as he thought of Yoon Wuyeon, who allowed a kiss but refused a relationship.
Her white nape fitting in his hand, her slender waist enveloped softly, her lips flushed red – everything about her was irresistibly perfect. Yoon Wuyeon was too flawless.
The heat of that moment lingered with him for a while.
Reading Yoon Wuyeon’s report for the next two days, Director Song Hyundong immediately exclaimed, “OK.”
“It’s Yoon Wuyeon, after all. Do well this time.”
Although there was some concern from above about her relentless drive, the director actually admired this aspect of her.
He believed a main anchor should be like that. While most competing stations had anchors with a journalism background, announcers usually served as sub-anchors. But Wuyeon broke all those norms.
Despite lacking field experience, her eye for news reading was exceptional.
She could instantly sift out what’s factual from the uncertain, and even when a journalist’s script was messy due to lack of time, she was adept at transforming it into her own.
Especially her tenacity in exposing whatever she set her mind on was distinctly different from Kang Dahee’s approach.
If Kang Dahee was the splendid flower of UBC Broadcasting, then Yoon Wuyeon was more like a steel pine tree.
Although it was a position that could easily be swayed again, the director trusted Wuyeon.
“We have lunch with the head director in two hours. Join us.”
“Ah, Director, I…”
Director Song cut her off firmly.
“It’s good to take care of yourself, but too much can be harmful. There are many places calling for you.”
His sigh deepened.
Here’s the English translation of the provided Korean paragraph, maintaining the original line breaks and formatting:
People everywhere are clamoring to get Yoon Wuyeon on their programs.
As a journalist, it’s problematic to be seen mixing and drinking with political figures, but the biggest issue was the background surrounding Wuyeon.
She herself shines brightly, but Yoon Wuyeon is someone who doesn’t have much to her name, easily breakable by just about anyone at any moment.
If she wished for a background like Kang Dahee, then maybe I’ve gone too far.
The director brushed his overgrown bangs back over his forehead.
“Yoon Wuyeon.”
“Yes?”
“It’s just lunch.”
“…….”
“Don’t worry. Can’t I protect at least you?”
“I can protect myself just fine.”
“That’s why you, always end up getting criticized.”
Knowing Director Song’s upright nature, Wuyeon responded with a smile.
“See you in two hours.”
Back in the anchor room, Wuyeon pressed her reddened eyes from a sleepless night. On weekends, senior anchor Hwang Woonyeong briefly takes over the news in her stead.
But that didn’t mean she could rest all weekend. The fatigue from preparing the planned reports and scripts for this week’s news was overwhelming.
She took out a medicine bottle from the drawer and swallowed a pill. Wusik, sitting in the front, looked at her worriedly.
“Do you still take those?”
Wuyeon, gulping down water, nodded.
“Yeah, sometimes. Why?”
“Just worried. It’s hopeful to see even a hint of humanity in a senior who seems perfect in every way.”
Wuyeon’s eyes widened.
“Do I look perfect?”
“Obviously. Asking so elegantly.”
“Good. If I seem that way.”
She swallowed the words, ‘I’m actually a mess right now.’ And the fact that she couldn’t sleep all night because of the kiss with Taekyung, or that she coldly responded to his relationship proposal and spent two days pondering his expression from that time.
All of it was a secret to Wusik.
Wusik shook his head.
“Wow!”
“Wake me up in an hour.”
“Will an hour be enough? Sleep more. Senior, your eyes are red.”
“Can’t. Have to eat lunch. Called by the head director.”
Wuyeon always added ‘nim’ when referring to the director but called the head director simply as such.
Wusik did the same.
“What’s he summoning you for this time?”
“Exactly. Maybe I should sue the head director this time.”
“On what grounds?”
“That’s the thing. What to sue for? Got any good ideas?”
“I would have done it long ago if I had.”
Wuyeon’s expression changed, teasing him with an exaggerated voice and tone.
“Really? Then I can trust only Anchor Jin Wusik?”
His response shrank further into the chair. He looked at Wuyeon with an expression of creepy chills.
“Why make a joke so grim?”
Wuyeon laughed.
“I’m off to sleep. Take care!”
She comfortably entered the broadcasting station’s resting room.
What man the head director would bring before her this time was uncertain, but she decided to think about it after waking up.
She planned to catch a brief hour of sleep. In her early days, she could stay up for days and still be fine, but approaching thirty, she felt a significant drop in stamina.
Perhaps it was time to increase her exercise.
As soon as Wuyeon lay down on the narrow bunk bed, she immediately fell asleep.
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…
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