“What about the clothes?”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He really looked fine when he said it was fine. Ga-eul nodded, seeming to understand.
The one who said it’s okay really seemed fine. Ga-eul nodded as if she understood.
Meanwhile, Kitaeh recalled when he entered the parking lot a while ago.
Click, click.
A small but distinct sound of a camera shutter.
Knowing that there would be reporters lurking around trying to capture anything, especially in a gathering attended by celebrities and influential figures in the art world, he intentionally showed himself with Ga-eul. It was also a way to indirectly introduce Ga-eul to many people. That was the purpose of attending the event.
Although Ga-eul might not be aware yet, her profile was already featured prominently on the gallery’s website.
That was not all. Thanks to Chairman Shin and my grandfather, who came to every exhibition, praising Ga-eul’s paintings, the talk about the young artist favored by conglomerates began circulating among collectors and journalists.
It might take some time, but it wasn’t far-fetched for Ga-eul to become famous. The painting by Ga-eul placed in the main spot at this exhibition actually sold for a high price.
Yoon Ga-eul standing beside me was destined for this. I was determined to give her everything I could.
Kitaeh lifted Ga-eul’s chin and kissed her. In the confined space of the car, where the mucous membranes clung together, Kitaeh tenderly called her, embracing both of Ga-eul’s cheeks.
“Yoon Ga-eul.”
“Yes.”
“My passenger seat isn’t as special as you think.”
Do you know what I’m up to, trying to keep you by my side?
Kitaeh chuckled inwardly, recalling the actions he had taken.
At Kitaeh’s question, Ga-eul rolled her eyes for a moment, as if considering something. It was an unexpected question, but she soon nodded with a slight smile.
“Yes. It didn’t seem like something to be scared of.”
Satisfied with Ga-eul’s answer, Kitaeh started the car to depart. Before driving away, he left a parting word.
“I find it easy with Yoon Ga-eul, so don’t think too hard about it.”
“Okay.”
The black sedan quickly moved away from the bustling party.
The next day, Kitaeh, who finished work at the department store early and left work, called Ga-eul.
After a short signal, the voice she wanted to hear came through.
“Oh? President. What’s going on at this hour?”
“I got off work early today.”
“Oh, really?”
She remembered the laughter from yesterday, questioning if it was a date. Knowing it wasn’t, she looked disappointed.
Kitaeh chuckled and asked,
“Shall we really go on a date today?”
Then, a lively and cute voice came over the phone.
“Yes, I’d love to.”
“Okay, then. I’ll come to pick you up.”
As he was about to turn the car towards Hannam-dong, Ga-eul interrupted.
“No, will you be at the gallery? I’ll go to the office.”
With that answer and the call being cut off, Kitaeh looked at his phone screen with a smug smile and put it in his jacket pocket.
Gitaeh’s face, turned towards the window, was adorned with a refreshing smile.
‘You said you’d come soon.’
Tapping the office desk lightly, Gitaeh finally stood up, feeling restless. It was because Ga-eul, who had said she would come soon, had not arrived even after a long time.
Gitaeh went down to the office, took out his phone, and, looking to the side, let out a dry laugh.
A little away from the gallery entrance, Ga-eul was crouching, petting a cat that reached up to her knees.
“I thought you’d never come.”
Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?
Gitaeh approached Ga-eul. There had been a previous conversation about cats, was this the one?
As he stopped right in front of Ga-eul, she finally raised her head and then broke into a wide smile.
“President!”
“Yes.”
Gitaeh sat down and patted Ga-eul’s head as he spoke.
“Why didn’t you come earlier? Were you playing with the cat?”
“Oh, yes. Just feeding it and going… Did you wait long?”
Gitaeh shrugged his shoulders. Then, lifting Ga-eul, he asked,
“If you like it that much, I’ll take it home.”
“Oh, that’s a bit…”
Ga-eul, who hesitated for a moment, shook her head.
“It’s not my house; how can I raise it as I please?”
“…”
“If I can take full responsibility, I’d take it. But, I can’t do that right now.”
The cat, which had finished eating, rubbed its head against Ga-eul’s leg a few times and then disappeared behind the gallery.
Watching the cat’s departure, Ga-eul, turning her gaze away, said,
“It seems parentless, so I keep worrying about it.”
Ga-eul, who then smiled brightly, put her fist on Gitaeh’s arm, urging him to walk.
“Sorry for making you wait, President. Shall we go?”
“Sure.”
At that moment, Hyesu headed to the mansion of the chairman in Hannam-dong.
When Hyesu pressed the doorbell, the housemaid opened the door and welcomed her.
“Welcome, Miss. The chairman is in the study.”
“Yes. I’ll handle it myself, so you can leave, ajumma.”
Responding sharply, Hyesu knocked politely on the study door.
“Chairman. It’s Hyesu.”
“Okay, come in.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Hyesu, who lifted the corners of her mouth, entered the room after pushing the door open. The chairman, seeing Hyesu briefly, asked first,
“So, what’s the matter? Why so urgently?”
“Oh, that. Chairman.”
Hyesu recalled Ga-eul, whom she had seen at the party yesterday.
Upon reconsideration, Yoon Ga-eul, wearing an apparently expensive dress that seemed like a gift from him, was shamelessly bold. Remembering her standing by his side without giving up her place even once, Hyesu was irritated beyond measure.
Just as she had reported to the chairman last time, she was going to report Ga-eul’s actions again. Then, the chairman would say something. Either separate them or intervene.
“I came to inform you because I don’t know if the chairman is aware.”
“About what?”
In Hyeso’s demeanor, as if secretly revealing something only known to her, Baekho pretended to be indifferent but showed subtle interest.
‘Yoon Ga-eul, it’s nothing much. Don’t keep causing disturbances.’
Empowered by Baekho’s support last time, Hyesu spoke fluently.
“At the party where my mother was present yesterday, well, do you know who Gitaeh attended with?”
“Who did he attend with?”
“Yoon Ga-eul.”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
