Yoon Woo-yeon, come up.
Director Song called Woo-yeon, who was in the anchor room.
Although the scandal had been settled, they must have judged that a final summary was necessary.
After returning from the United States, Woo-yeon sent the document Tae-kyung gave her to the agency that actor Yoon Jin-ho belonged to.
She made two demands.
First, the agency should publish an official apology on their website, including a handwritten letter from the actor.
Second, a pledge that the agency representative would take full responsibility in case of similar incidents in the future.
Although she regretted borrowing Tae-kyung’s power, she had no regrets.
If someone touched her.
If someone tried to take away something precious to her.
Regardless of who it was, Woo-yeon felt the urge to explode.
Watching Woo-yeon with a serious expression in front of her, Woo-sik couldn’t hold back any longer and threw a word.
“Senior, Yoon Jin-ho’s agency posted an official statement five minutes ago. Have you seen it?”
“Yeah, I saw it.”
“I read the clarification, and it was a complete mess. Aren’t you going to sue them?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to.”
“Why not? You’re just letting this go? Ending it with just an apology is not like you, Senior.”
Woo-yeon smirked.
“How should I resolve it in my way?”
“What?”
“I’ve resolved it my way, and there won’t be any problems in the future. Thanks for worrying.”
Passing him, at the end of the corridor leading to the director’s office, Woo-yeon met Kang Da-hee.
It wasn’t mentioned on air, but there had been a lot of gossip within the newsroom for a few days about who called Woo-yeon late at night.
Probably because of that reason, Kang Senior also seemed to have been called to the director’s office.
“Yoon Woo-yeon, let’s talk for a moment.”
Kang Da-hee called Woo-yeon.
“I have nothing to say.”
“I…”
Woo-yeon didn’t stop. Without cutting her words, she walked past Kang Da-hee, coldly passing by and entering the director’s office.
On the director’s table, there was a cup of cold tea that seemed to have been left after drinking.
Seeing Woo-yeon’s gaze moving in that direction, the director stirred the freshly brewed tea with a spoon, crossed his legs, and spoke.
“Kang anchor, I decided to go down to the provinces temporarily during this reorganization.”
“Yes.”
“How many times have you been called down?”
Director Song cleared Kang Da-hee’s cup and put a new cup of freshly brewed tea in its place for Woo-yeon.
Taking the teacup with both hands, Woo-yeon wrapped her hands around it.
“I think I’ve been called more frequently than you think.”
“Other senior anchors all refused to buy drinks, but why did Kang anchor? What’s so special?”
“It was special. Growing up this much was also thanks to senior’s help.”
“Yoon Woo-yeon.”
Director Song’s voice was unusually low. Even though he often called Woo anchor by name instead of Yoon anchor, this time, it felt much stronger, as if they were calling each other by name and tearing off their ranks.
“…”
“I don’t know you well. I thought you disliked people and enjoyed being alone all this time.”
“But, why?”
“Are you missing people? Are you lonely?”
“…”
“Whatever happens, your limited human relationships are an advantage as an anchor. But I hope you change a bit. It’s not a suggestion to follow the path of Anchor Kang.”
“Well, then, what story do you want to tell?”
Director Song’s sharp gaze was fixed on Woo-yeon’s eyes.
“Strengthen yourself.”
So that no one can touch you rashly.
Woo-yeon replied that she would do that.
When Woo-yeon returned to the anchor room after leaving the director’s office, there were two large packages on her desk.
She gestured toward Woo-sik in the front row.
“What’s this?”
“Oh, that. The delivery guy delivered it a little while ago and left. It seemed quite heavy.”
“…”
“Open it.”
“It’s not a bomb, right?”
At Woo-yeon’s awkward joke, Woo-sik laughed loudly. Although she was annoyed at the senior who lied before confessing, it felt like he was treating her the way he used to, and her heart was relieved.
He came with a utility knife in his hand, saying, “If you’re scared, hide behind me. I’ll open it for you.”
Woo-yeon snatched the knife from Woo-sik’s hand and opened the package.
When she opened the box, various types of snacks spilled out.
From bread to drinks, snacks, and various luxurious tea types, it looked like an amount that could easily exceed tens of thousands of won even if you turned a blind eye.
Woo-yeon checked the sender after wiping her forehead, but only the address and phone number were written down, and the other person’s name was not written.
Woo-yeon searched the number on her phone.
[Cha Jae-hee]She never thought that the phone number she secretly exchanged with Tae-kyung in the United States would come up.
Woo-yeon moved to the hallway of the lounge and called Jae-hee.
At the end of the short ring, she answered.
Anchor Yoon?
“Yes, it’s Yoon Woo-yeon. I called because you sent me something significant. Could we talk for a moment? Is that okay?”
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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