Surprisingly, Tae Kyung responded sincerely to all her questions. He didn’t avoid questions unfavorable to Myeongsan Group and even smiled in agreement at times.
Eventually, it felt almost regrettable. He was too honest to the point where she wondered if it was okay to take all his answers.
As the interview concluded and the staff were busy packing up, Woo Yeon arranged to receive additional materials through his secretary the next day and began to tidy up her space.
She sincerely thanked him.
“Thank you, CEO. It was a good time because of you.”
As she stepped out, Tae Kyung also rose to follow her to the door. Woo Yeon deeply bowed to him.
“If I get a chance, I hope to see you again.”
“Sure.”
The staff left the room first, and Woo Yeon followed. She bowed graciously once more before pulling the door handle.
His voice, low and clear, reached her ears.
“Yoon Woo Yeon.”
“Yes, CEO.”
As she turned around, his deep eyes seemed almost ready to engulf her.
She momentarily lost where to direct her gaze, it was too intense.
“Are you seeing someone?”
Woo Yeon swallowed hard.
“…Yes.”
“I see.”
“I’ll be going now.”
Until the door closed, Woo Yeon was certain her lie had gone unnoticed.
Though she couldn’t predict what he might ask, it was an excellent response to set boundaries in advance.
Twenty-nine.
Still, the only thing that heated her heart was the news.
Woo Yeon walked with poise.
The logo embedded at the top of the towering building gleamed in gold.
‘Brighton’, beyond aviation, also operates a traditional social club that hosts and connects various premium privacy gatherings, including hotels, banquets, and weddings.
Several years ago, when Myeongsan was on the verge of disintegration, Tae Kyung had personally swallowed up Brighton’s most important stronghold, the Wedding Tower.
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He had bought shares in major companies, avoiding his mother’s eyes, and used this as a stepping stone to become the new owner of the Wedding Tower.
It was known to the public as owned by an American, but in reality, Tae Kyung had simply lent his name to a figurehead president.
The reason he got his hands on the Wedding Tower at a young age was simple.
It was the easiest way to gather real estate and various high-end information, and at the same time, easily grasp their weaknesses.
It also posed a threat to the people of Myeongsan who had abandoned his mother. The reason they went to America to bring Tae Kyung back was no different.
“CEO, we’ve got a nibble from Woo Bang Airline’s vice president Im Sang Hoon,” said Director Han.
Sitting on the office desk sofa, Tae Kyung lifted his head.
“Please adjust the schedule for tomorrow or the day after and set up a meeting.”
“Yes.”
Woo Bang Corporation was currently in the midst of a sibling rivalry for management rights. The eldest and second sons, and now even the youngest, were fiercely competing over the meager shares.
Tae Kyung planned to devour Woo Bang Airline to expand Brighton Airline.
That’s why he chose the second son, Vice President Im Sang Hoon, not the eldest. In exchange for supporting him as the head of Woo Bang Corporation, he demanded something big and appetizing.
The counterpart would willingly give up Woo Bang Airline, caught in a sweet trap. Knowing that the owner of the Wedding Tower and soon-to-be owner of Brighton Airline was a young leader of thirty-three would astonish them.
A bitter smile lingered behind his lips as the phone, ringing noisily since the day before, was causing trouble again.
[Cha Jae Hee]Though it was his only sibling, he nonchalantly slipped the phone into his suit pocket and shot a fierce look at Director Han.
“Director Han, please look into someone for me.”
Director Han nodded.
The phone rang several times before finally quieting down. Tae Kyung was busy reading the report on the wedding business expansion.
At 8 p.m., Tae Kyung returned to the hotel. He had an early dinner at a Korean restaurant with three influential politicians, leaving with an expression of having no regrets despite usually staying to reap benefits.
It all started with Congressman Yu Gyeong Tae. Although he initially had no interest in their gossip about young women, his heart flared with anger when Yoon Woo Yeon’s name was mentioned.
“These days, that girl, she’s pretty.”
“Who?”
“You know, the one who does the news.”
“Yoon Woo Yeon?”
“Right! Yes, Yoon Woo Yeon, she’s got a good figure, and her innocent face is just my type. Congressman Ahn, come on. Bring her over!”
Congressman Ahn’s claim to call the director right away, and the debauched Yu Gyeong Tae.
Tae Kyung scoffed while chewing his food. He put down his spoon and left the restaurant.
Yu Gyeong Tae’s assistant immediately followed, asking about the situation, but Tae Kyung just mumbled that something urgent came up.
The frozen atmosphere kept him from saying more.
After the shower, with his hair still wet, Tae Kyung drank vodka. He gulped it down, feeling his cheeks hollow.
His throat felt stiff.
Just before heading to shower, he had turned on the TV, where Yoon Woo Yeon was still visible.
[Sung Kwang Automobile’s acquisition has ultimately fallen through. Let’s go to reporter Kim Ji Soo at the Sung Kwang Automobile Osan factory.]The screen changed, and Yoon Woo Yeon, who had filled the screen just moments before, disappeared.
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Tae Kyung consciously shifted his gaze to the spot where she had sat this morning.
‘Do you have someone you’re seeing?’
‘Yes.’
He became curious about who this man she was seeing could be. Struck by a strange and unfamiliar emotion, he once again uttered Yoon Woo Yeon’s name.
“……Yoon Woo Yeon.”
A woman who would ultimately twist his tongue.
Pressing his temples firmly, Tae Kyung picked up his phone at the sound of a vibration.
There was an immediate response from the other side. It was Director Han.
[Dash] About Ms. Yoon Woo Yeon, sir.“Go ahead.”
“How long ago?”
[Dash] About three months, I think.It was baffling.
Why bother with a lie?
Ah. Did she interpret my condition in that way? Or did she take a peek into my lowly mind?
A chuckle escaped him.
“How long were they together?”
[Dash] It seems about two years. Given that only a few close friends and some people at the broadcasting station knew, it looks like they kept the relationship quite secretive.After hanging up, Tae Kyung gazed intently at Yoon Woo Yeon, now filling the screen again.
Had his heart fluttered every time she spoke?
Had he wanted to share a more intimate conversation with her? Or perhaps desired something more?
It seemed he needed to meet Yoon Woo Yeon again to understand.
Tae Kyung brought more alcohol.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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