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At the cafe in front of the airport, a personal tumbler was handed to her by coincidence, with fluent English pronunciation.
With a friendly smile, the cafe staff filled her tumbler with coffee.
Thank you.
Taking the coffee, she sat at a table by the window.
In the end, he came.
To be honest, just last week, she thought it would be impossible to come to Singapore this week, as she had been extremely busy.
She had manuscripts to organize over the weekend, and she also planned to attend an environmental organization meeting that she had been consistently interested in for a few years.
However, her thoughts changed after passing Wednesday of this week.
As the time without seeing him exceeded ten days, her heart became impatient, like searching for an addiction to caffeine.
Perhaps that meant she missed him.
On Thursday, just before the news, she sent him a message, and after the news ended, she checked her phone to find a mobile plane ticket.
And this morning.
After flying for six hours, she arrived here a little while ago.
As Taekyung had informed in advance, a manager came to greet her at the airport.
Refusing his offer to take her to the hotel, she came up with the entirely coincidental idea of finding a nearby cafe.
“Is the president’s schedule still busy?”
“Yes. The meeting seems to be longer than expected, so it will take about two more hours.”
“Anyway, you probably didn’t have a proper meal. I’ll wait here, and we can have a meal together before going in.”
“Yes. I will convey that.”
Since preparing her luggage, Yeon took out the laptop she had brought with her.
As a habit, she read articles, analyzed and updated various incidents that had become hot topics recently.
The apartment collapse incident related to Jung-eum Construction disappeared from the articles like magic a month ago.
Seeing that there were still no interrogations from the prosecutor’s office, it seemed that the investigation was facing difficulties.
After reading most of the articles, her mind was now filled with personal thoughts.
Jiwoo’s pregnancy.
Kim Minjun, who hadn’t contacted her since the wedding.
Chairman Jo’s warning not to get involved with Taekyung.
Not being invited to my sister’s wedding.
…The night with him that was both risqué and embarrassing.
At the end of her thoughts, what caught her was, of course, the passionate name, Cha Taekyung. Coincidence bit her lip.
While looking at the old tumbler in front of her, she realized it was time to replace it.
Opening the cafe door, a familiar silhouette came in.
In a neat suit with hair combed back, exuding masculinity and elegance at the same time, he was undoubtedly Cha Taekyung.
Even compared to several foreigners who looked like tourists, he did not lose in stature.
“President!”
Yeon raised her hand lightly, and he walked straight towards her.
“Did you wait long?”
Taekyung asked, and Yeon shook her head.
“Thanks to your concern, I arrived comfortably. One of the managers said the meeting might last about two more hours, but it seems to have ended earlier than expected.”
Her black eyes captivated her.
“Since I heard that Yoon Woo-yeon arrived in Singapore, I just had to get things done.”
“……. ”
“Let’s go out for now.”
“Yes.”
While Yeon was organizing her laptop and putting it in her bag, Taekyung drank the remaining coffee in her tumbler.
“…… Oh, that was the one I was drinking.”
So what?
After kissing and aligning bodies twice, what’s so surprising?
Feeling the gaze he didn’t need to express, Yeon quickly avoided eye contact.
After putting the tumbler he generously emptied into her bag, the two left the cafe.
The Singapore streets began to darken and were bustling with people.
Taekyung took over Yeon’s suitcase, and with the remaining hand that had nothing to do, he held her hand.
The tightly held fingertips felt awkward, and Yeon felt like she was going to die, but she didn’t want to let go.
The warmth of the hand he held was as hot and intense as the desire she had missed.
The hand held by him soon moved away, almost as if it was reaching far away, when a manager opened the back seat door of the car. When Yeon felt Taekyung’s hand stretching out, she leaned into the car and handed her suitcase to the manager.
After loading Yeon’s luggage into the trunk, Taekyung quickly sat next to her.
The car wheels rolled smoothly.
“Did you prepare yourself?”
His scent, which could only be felt when close to Taekyung, penetrated her nose.
“What preparation are you talking about?”
Yeon asked, and Taekyung tilted his head slightly.
“Haven’t you thought about it on your way here? How I’m going to handle you, Yoon Woo-yeon.”
“……. ”
“Did you sleep well while I was away? I didn’t contact you on purpose.”
Yeon changed her mind about that.
For more than ten days, Cha Taekyung didn’t leave a single message.
She thought he must have calculated everything, but in the face of Taekyung’s sincerity, Yeon’s mind became confused.
It hurt her pride to ask about it even though she knew it was a trap.
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
