Woo-yeon didn’t know. The moment she saw her, Woo-yeon was inexplicably angry.
She decided to carry out what she had promised sometime. She snatched the coffee Reporter Yeom was drinking and threw it over Kang Da-hee’s head.
Reporter Yeom and PD Park were startled, and of course, the one who looked the most surprised was Kang Senior.
“What are you doing? Now?”
“Just a welcome.”
“Hey!”
In the tense fight between the two women, Reporter Yeom intervened with a friendly smile.
“Why are you both like this? This is a school. Look at the kids.”
“…”
“Anchor Kang, thanks for coming this far. Anchor Yoon, let me see you for a moment.”
Reporter Yeom took Woo-yeon with him.
Since that day, Woo-yeon clashed with Kang Da-hee several times.
She didn’t want to talk to her in any way or see her, but it felt like she deliberately pursued her even more.
On the day they went to the military restricted area for coverage and returned, Woo-yeon couldn’t take it anymore and confronted Kang Da-hee.
“Senior, why are you like this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Weren’t we supposed to split our schedules and move separately? Why do you keep showing up wherever I go?”
“I wonder if there was a reason for that.”
“Senior.”
To be honest, I wanted to start again but didn’t have the courage. But when you came here, I wanted to see Yoon Woo-yeon, the one I raised. That’s why I came.”
Woo-yeon sighed deeply.
“Do you think that makes sense now? That I wanted to see you.”
“Is there anything wrong with that?”
“Senior.”
Kang Da-hee lightly tapped Woo-yeon’s shoulder, who was making an expression that she couldn’t understand at all.
“Changing careers to become a journalist is enough for me alone. You suit being an anchor. Go back to your place.”
“What?”
“I came here to say that. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you back then. I was drunk that day… No, confessing, I think I felt inferiority, jealousy, and things like that toward you.”
The confident look in Senior Kang’s eyes momentarily blurred. Woo-yeon didn’t understand her sincerity.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“Well, why did you come here? What do you want to forget?”
“…”
“I broke up with the president. You know, I was bad. It’s not forgivable even if I wake up a hundred times. Or maybe, to confess, I think I felt inferiority, jealousy, and things like that toward you.”
Woo-yeon tried to say to stop, but Kang Da-hee interrupted her.
“Don’t you have any excuses?”
“…”
“Many nights, why do you think I called you? Because I wanted to justify myself, and I thought it would make me feel better to make excuses. Every time, you pretended to dislike it, but you silently listened to my story.”
“…”
“I needed a background. Even if I reported any news, I needed someone who could stand firm and live upright. It would be you.”
“…”
“We played golf, drank, and from one day, we met often and ate together. We went to see the sea, caught smelts together in winter, and went to see flowers. Then my feelings grew… and I couldn’t stop. She treated me well.”
In the end, Kang Da-hee said she felt abandoned. She thought it was love, but it was all her own misconception.
She didn’t know when she was in the mud puddle, but she realized where she was only when the other person pulled out their foot first.
She said that she tried to get out herself, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank, and she couldn’t get out properly.
It was a satisfying ending.
She should be laughing at the end of Senior’s affair, but she couldn’t.
Senior’s words that she came here to forget, more than anyone, resonated with Woo-yeon.
While she was smiling lonely, Park PD, who was briefly maintaining the car, urgently ran towards the two.
She had a bad feeling.
“It seems like there’s a conflict near the school we’re staying at. A Canadian journalist from the nearby shooting team was hit by a bullet and died on the spot.”
Woo-yeon’s heart thumped.
“By any chance, do you know the name of that journalist?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet. Another country’s reporting team urgently contacted us, and it seems like it would be best to withdraw today.”
“The kids… there’s still time for them to stay at the school.”
Journalist Yeom, who was checking the time, also nodded.
“The U.S. team and the Japanese team went back to the school. They’re planning to move the kids somewhere else for now.”
When Kang Da-hee’s gaze met Woo-yeon’s with a composed expression, her eyes sparkled brightly.
“We should go back for now too. We need to save the kids.”
The faces of the reporting team returning to the school were unusually heavy.
On the internet news, there was an article about a Canadian journalist who went to Syria and died from being shot by government forces.
Following that, the news spread that a serious conflict had occurred near the Syrian accommodation where reporting teams from around the world were gathered.
Above all, the news that the Korean reporting team hadn’t been in contact for five hours tore Tae-kyung’s heart apart.
Woo-yeon joining the Syrian reporting team was reported three days ago through a director.
She planned to go immediately, but the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not easily grant permission, insisting that they couldn’t grant travel permits in the current situation overlapping with Israel’s airstrike on the Syrian airport to stop Iran’s weapons supply.
Eventually, they obtained permission by having Brighton Airlines send a chartered plane to bring the entire Korean reporting team.
They received support only for essential crew members, including the pilot and flight attendants. They also made clear promises regarding compensation for going to a dangerous location.
The remaining rescue team members and specially trained agents were supported separately by the government.
Her lips were parched.
“Representative, we’ll arrive in 10 minutes.”
At the director’s words, Tae-kyung nodded. The world viewed from above was truly a mess.
The city was ablaze, and the desert was covered in dust, making it difficult to distinguish the way forward.
It was hard to believe that Yoon Woo-yeon was placed in such a dangerous place.
A woman who was timid and had a softer heart than it appeared, what could she possibly be doing?
After telling her to quit being an anchor, she ended up doing something even more dangerous.
Five minutes before the plane landed in Syria, Tae-kyung’s heart was engulfed in anxiety.
He begged for her to stay alive, but soon changed his mind.
Please don’t get hurt anywhere and quietly wait for me. I’ll be there soon.
The moment he stepped on Syrian soil after getting off the plane, he made up his mind.
He decided to bring her back to his side completely. In the distance, a thunderous sound was heard.
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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