“Did Oh Jong-hyuk do this deliberately?”
The clarity brought on by the headache medicine soon faded as Ra-jin’s head throbbed again.
Going to Kim Yu-jun’s fiancée’s hotel was more than just awkward. Both were well aware of what they meant to each other, whether they liked it or not.
Was it right before their engagement? Ji-nae Lee, the director and fiancée of Kim Yu-jun, had suddenly come to inquire about Ra-jin’s relationship with Kim.
“I don’t want to be a hindrance to your marriage. I’ve never thought of Mr. Kim Yu-jun in a romantic way.”
Ra-jin’s firm response was met with Ji-nae’s cynical laughter.
The cliché love triangle, the villainous woman coveting another’s man.
Ra-jin desperately wanted to escape this tiresome role. Why, of all places, did it have to be there? The memory brought a sigh of resignation.
“Why did it change?”
“The director insisted, saying he had some connection there.”
“The manager?”
“Yeah, I overheard the call.”
Even if Oh Jong-hyuk hadn’t changed the venue, he would have surely known about it first.
But if he chose not to intervene till the end, it must be out of spite. It’s been over ten days since she last went to the company. Or, maybe Ji-nae Lee manipulated the director to embarrass her.
Confused about whose scheme it was, Ra-jin felt more troubled.
“Unnie, are you okay?”
“Why is everyone so desperate to get at me?”
Kim Yu-jun might give up, but why are they all acting this way? She felt suffocated.
“Ugh, I hate it. I really do.”
“The agency should stop it. Damn them.”
Ha-eun approached and hugged Ra-jin tightly. Ra-jin closed her eyes, seeking comfort in her embrace.
“Ha-eun, should I just collapse here?”
“That’s one way.”
“Or should I confront Ji-nae today at the hotel? Tell Kim Yu-jun to take her.”
As Ha-eun sighed in agreement, Prosecutor Kang Ji-ho suddenly came to mind for no apparent reason.
Was it because of the intense late-night snack in his car? He declined his request without a second thought, and now, she had lost all decency.
Two days ago, what was his expression when they parted in front of her house?
Were his eyebrows slightly drooped, or not? Is he still waiting for a call, and what if he is? Lost in thought, Ra-jin bit her lip as her mother’s pale face flashed before her eyes.
“Unnie. Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“Why are you so out of it? Are you really not feeling well?”
Ra-jin held Ha-eun’s hand, warmed by her forehead’s touch.
Just then, a quiet knock sounded.
“Miss Ra-jin, it’s time to move.”
Hearing the make-up manager’s voice, Ha-eun quickly turned and shouted.
“Okay. We’ll be out soon.”
She couldn’t miss the press conference as the leading actress, nor could she indulge in her young friend’s comfort anymore. It was time to return to being a professional actress. Ra-jin let out a deep sigh.
“Let’s go, Ha-eun.”
As Ra-jin walked, her aqua dress rippled gently like calm waves.
Three black vans encircled the building entrance, their windows tinted.
As the vehicles came to a halt, people wearing official badges bustled about.
With a clunk, green trolleys lined up in a row.
Blue acrylic boxes with ‘Official Duty’ labels were neatly placed atop them.
“Ho-jin, take boxes 3, 4, and 5 to our room.”
Kang Ji-ho, veins bulging on his temples, spoke as he firmly massaged them.
“We’ll have to make two trips.”
“Just take two.”
Ji-ho unbuttoned his necktie and shoved it into his pocket before lifting a large box. His muscles tensed, straining against his suit jacket.
Ji-ho loosened his tie and stuffed it into his pocket, then lifted a large box with effort. His muscles tensed, making his jacket seem like it was about to burst.
Soon, they were in front of the office.
Ho-jin, who quickly followed with the trolley, stood beside Ji-ho.
“Senior, when will you start interviewing the reference persons?”
“Let’s at least eat before we do that.”
Returning from the seizure and search of Myeongjin Securities’ planning office, the marathon that started at dawn had only ended around 5 PM.
A stubborn battle between those trying to hide and those attempting to find.
Myeongjin’s lawyers lined up, causing an excessive nerve-racking confrontation. It was difficult to find the desired documents, and the seizure was almost halted several times.
Perhaps because he had been on edge all along, Ji-ho felt a deep soreness in his bones.
He exhaled a hot sigh, trying to shake off the negative emotions.
As the office door opened with a clank, Ho-jin hurried in after him.
“Did you get any contact from the goddess?”
“She must be busy.”
“Ah, right! Today is her drama’s press conference.”
“You know everything.”
Ho-jin rambled on about Ra-jin’s schedule like a reporter who had caught a big scoop.
Ji-ho already knew this, so it wasn’t particularly special to him. He was waiting for any possible contact from her, having searched for articles about her clear refusal.
‘So foolish,’ he thought, scolding himself. He efficiently placed the brought boxes on an empty table.
“What shall we order?”
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
