After the news ended, Woo-yeon moved to a Japanese restaurant. It was a different place from where she had eaten sashimi before, and the atmosphere was much more tranquil and pleasant. A manager guided her, explaining briefly that it was a place directly operated by a Japanese chef and that the taste would be good.
“Yes.”
“Then, enjoy your time.”
Once the manager stepped aside, as expected, Tae-kyung appeared. He monopolized a long table extending from the main chef, and it looked quite familiar.
His brown-toned suit, the silver watch around his wrist—it was all quite familiar. His poker-faced expression was not easy to read.
“Did the news go well?”
Tae-kyung asked Woo-yeon as she was putting down her bag, and she nodded.
“Yes.”
“Did you change your clothes?”
Tae-kyung pointed out the difference in her attire from what he saw briefly in his car during the day.
There was a slight mishap; a bit of an accident happened on the way to get makeup done, and as a result, she ended up wearing the outfit she wore during the news.
She would send it to the dry cleaner over the weekend, and it would be returned clean to the dressing room next Monday.
“It’s the outfit I wore during the news; there was a little accident.”
It was a cream-colored dress that reached just below her knees, and it elegantly revealed the lines of her body, with sparkling pearls scattered here and there, giving off an elegant and alluring vibe.
It particularly suited Woo-yeon, with her fair and smooth skin.
“Why don’t you usually dress like this?”
Woo-yeon laughed.
“If I dressed like this regularly, people would think I’m advertising myself as Yoon Woo-yeon the anchor.”
“Oh, I see.”
“When did you arrive?”
“About 10 minutes ago?”
“Yes.”
He ordered a drink. Although they hadn’t ordered a meal separately, the central chef silently prepared rice, scooped fish meat onto it one by one, and placed it on a plate in sequence. When everything was set, Tae-kyung pushed the plate toward Woo-yeon.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you.”
Tae-kyung picked up a bottle of alcohol and gestured to Woo-yeon. It meant whether she wanted to drink. Woo-yeon, behaving politely as one should in this situation, raised her glass to accept the drink.
By now, the wedding of the two people might have ended. Perhaps the after-party had begun.
Cheers. They must be happy.
As she was about to drink the slightly bitter but refreshing taste of alcohol, their eyes met.
He rested his chin on his hand.
The hand supporting his chin was large and manly, but the well-groomed fingernails were polished and glossy.
For some reason, Woo-yeon, who was just about to swallow the taste of the alcohol flowing down her throat, frowned at him and then glanced at him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I felt like I got caught just now.”
“What, caught?”
“Seems like you were thinking about someone else when looking at me.”
“I haven’t done that.”
After denying it was something serious, she leaned in, bringing her face closer to Woo-yeon’s.
“Miss Yoon Woo-yeon.”
“Today, I’m just thinking about myself.”
He filled his empty glass with more alcohol.
All the dishes were excellent. Woo-yeon ate a considerable amount, almost to the point of overeating, but in Tae-kyung’s eyes, it was still a modest meal that made her appear elegant.
“Eat a little more.”
With her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol, Woo-yeon raised her head.
“No, I’m full.”
“You drink alcohol so well.”
“Is it the same as food?”
After a subtle smile, Tae-kyung stared into her eyes.
Woo-yeon, who initially firmly refused when first invited to a pub, found it interesting how she had started accepting drinks as offered.
“Am I more comfortable now?”
“No, Representative, you’re still uncomfortable, and you’re too imposing for me.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Good to know.”
Tae-kyung always hoped to be the one in control in this relationship. It was his nature to mold Yoon Woo-yeon to suit his preferences.
He picked up the shrimp sushi that Woo-yeon had rejected earlier.
Taking out the rice, he handed her the shrimp.
“If you drink only alcohol, you get drunk. Eat more food with it.”
Unable to resist Tae-kyung’s temptation, Woo-yeon accepted and ate it.
As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the pub where the two were spending time together became softer.
For Woo-yeon, who always had to stand in front of the sharp gaze of the public, the space he created had the power to make people feel warm.
On a Friday night, the fact that they could drink together in such a quiet restaurant was truly wonderful.
The sensation of the shoulders gently touching each time they raised their glasses was thrilling. She didn’t mind the delicate gaze he sent her way when he emptied his glass.
The flow of the air dominating this time and the excited hearts, though, didn’t feel entirely hers.
Tae-kyung clinked his glass.
“How did you become an announcer? Was it your dream originally?”
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
