Although she dressed neatly, she wasn’t the type to pay special attention to fashion.
Taekyung, who came in late, leaned against the wall of the elevator, facing the manager.
“The suit looks good. Haven’t seen it before.”
Without turning to look at him, the manager calmly replied, staring only at the cold elevator door.
“It was a gift from the chairman on my birthday last year.”
“……”
“I wore it three times last week.”
Although Taekyung’s neck felt itchy, he didn’t bother to scratch it with his fingers.
The manager’s suit was personally chosen by Wooyeon.
Although they had worked together for several years, she was astonished that he had never remembered her closest person’s birthday even once.
Although she wanted to say that she usually received a generous bonus, she didn’t make a separate excuse, feeling it would be childish.
On that day, led by Yoon Wooyeon, they wandered around the department store.
Because their physique was similar, he tried on more than five suits.
Among them, one suit was tailored and given to Taekyung, and the other two suits went to the manager.
It was the suit and tie chosen at that time. It seemed that Cha Taekyung’s sense of fashion had completely died.
Silently chuckling to himself, Taekyung put his hand in the pocket of his suit pants when the manager spoke.
“So, I also left a gift in the hotel room.”
“A gift?”
“Yes.”
Taekyung discreetly glanced at her.
After marriage, he had loosened up a bit, but the manager’s warning was clear that he shouldn’t let things go this far.
In their relationship, there was an unmistakable intentional gaze that they should maintain some boundaries.
Taekyung, with his dry personality, unique to him, felt awkward about giving and receiving gifts between men.
Perhaps that’s why the manager cleared her throat awkwardly.
As the elevator opened, Taekyung got off, and the manager, politely nodding with a word of thanks, only bowed her head without getting off the elevator.
The word “hard work” from behind sent a rush of fatigue.
In times like this, it would be enough to erase it by talking to Wooyeon for a moment, but for hours now, she had been unresponsive.
The last message, sent four hours ago, was about going to the broadcasting station for urgent work.
Considering the time difference with Korea, it would be a calm Sunday afternoon.
Even though people here also called for work on weekends, Wooyeon seemed to be overdoing it, and it bothered him.
As he loosened the tie tightening his neck, he entered the sweet room.
The room Taekyung reserved was one of the places many global celebrities stayed, especially during the fashion week season.
Although the flashy and artificial interior wasn’t to Taekyung’s taste, it was a room personally arranged by the SR Company’s representative, whom he was meeting tomorrow.
Still, there were things he liked. The spacious window that came into view as soon as he opened the door offered him a small comfort.
Suddenly curious about the color of the sky in Korea, where his wife walked alongside him on the path he had walked alone all his life, he muttered to himself.
“Here, it’s all dark and black. There’s a lot of light, though.”
Mumbling to himself, unable to endure any longer, he took out his phone from the suit pocket.
Taekyung pressed the call button.
“Sorry. I’ll call you later.”
Those two words were enough. Even with just his voice, he could tell whether Wooyeon was laughing or crying.
But when he tried to confirm that, the call didn’t connect.
Hanging the loosened tie around his wrist, he casually tossed his jacket onto the sofa.
With the intention of making just one more call, he dialed the number again.
Zzz. Suddenly, a vibration sound rang out from somewhere nearby.
Taekyung couldn’t immediately locate the source of the sound.
He thought it might be a cleaning staff who had come in to clean the room and accidentally dropped a vibrating bell.
Ignoring it, he focused only on the meaningless signal sound in his ear.
Wooyeon still hadn’t answered the phone. Is she still in a meeting?
Still, she should pick up my call.
Yoon Wooyeon, answer the phone. Don’t drive me crazy.
Ziiing.
This time, the sound came from an even closer place.
Taekyung, who was about to hang the tie on his wrist and put the jacket he had thrown on the sofa into the closet, had a fierce change in his expression in an instant.
Without any hesitation, he opened the closet door and widened his eyes.
…!
Surprisingly, inside the closet, there was Yoon Wooyeon, wrapping her body and biting her lips.
Incredibly, she had flown from Korea to see him and, instead of embracing him right away, she was hiding here.
As soon as Taekyung realized this fact, he pressed his strength beneath her waist without a moment’s hesitation.
Only then did he remember the manager’s words about bringing a gift to the room.
“Did you come to tease me?”
In the cold gaze, Wooyeon initially shrank her body but soon squinted her eyes.
“Are you mad?”
“As if.”
“Did you miss me?”
“Obviously. Why ask?”
With tension in his abdomen, Taekyung slowly smiled at her. Not missing a beat, Wooyeon spread her arms wide.
“I’m going to hug you now.”
“Come right away.”
She embraced him.
With Taekyung lifting her under his arms, they crossed the room to the bedroom.
Being dragged to the bed, Wooyeon whispered softly into his ear.
“I missed you so much.”
With that single sentence, Taekyung felt like he had everything in the world.
Yoon Wooyeon had come all this way just because she missed him so much, and it was incredibly lovely.
Truly, he couldn’t bear it.
With excited eyes, he slowly took a breath. As if rewarding a good child with a gift, he stimulated Wooyeon’s entire body as he laid her on the bed.
“If you hadn’t come today, I would have gone crazy.”
…
“Stay by my side all night.”
Nodding slightly, Wooyeon, with lowered lips, opened her mouth to Taekyung’s whispered words.
The night in Milan was destined to be so passionate.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
