In response to that gaze, Director Park shrugged and said,
“You can tell without looking. I’ve been living by looking at paintings of various artists for decades. I can see the traces of thinking in the paintings. Depending on how much you think and work delicately, people’s eyes notice even the most hidden and subtle corners.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Usually… a lot of those things show in very small details. Depending on how much one thinks and works delicately, even the most hidden and subtle places are meticulously worked on.”
Gaeul nodded.
Come to think of it, Director Park was a person who had been living by looking at paintings for decades. He had worked with my father as well.
In some ways, he was an experienced veteran in judging paintings, someone I couldn’t catch up with even in terms of immense experience.
“I see.”
Gaeul smiled widely at Director Park, who even acknowledged my efforts. Then, Director Park also smiled back at Gaeul.
“So, I understand. Gaeul is putting in tremendous effort in places that aren’t visible. I don’t just like Gaeul’s paintings for no reason. I like them because they are delicate.”
Director Park, who gently responded to Gaeul, turned his head and asked Gitaeh.
“Well, should we exhibit all the paintings, CEO?”
As if there was nothing more to say, he nodded, giving instructions.
“Yes. Let’s exhibit them all.”
On the weekend, we visited the gallery together and spent the whole day together, going on a date.
When the weekdays returned, Gaeul, as usual, went to the studio.
Actually, I mentioned that there were two more paintings that I hadn’t finished yet, but we decided to send them as well, concluding the discussion.
‘I’m lucky. I think I can finish it within the deadline. After this exhibition, I should stick with the CEO as much as I want.’
Humming a tune, Gaeul picked up the brush. Since the painting was almost finished, there was no need to hurry. Gaeul’s hand movements became light.
While doing the final coloring work, suddenly the phone rang.
Rrrr… Rrrr…
Wiping off the paint on her hands with a towel, Gaeul picked up the phone a little late.
“Shin Yeon-woo? What’s going on?”
Suddenly, a call came from Yeon-woo.
I’m not sure why he called, but Gaeul warmly welcomed the call.
“Hello?”
-… Gaeul.
“Yes, Shin Yeon-woo.”
Gaeul, who had answered the phone with a bright smile, soon tilted her head.
Yeon-woo’s voice was a bit strange.
Because he usually spoke in a very soft, clear voice, but now he was speaking with a significantly lowered voice.
Is there something wrong?
Gaeul asked with concern.
“Shin Yeon-woo, is there something wrong?”
Then, Yeon-woo unexpectedly said something.
-Gaeul, I have something to say. Can we meet briefly?
“Now?”
-Yes.
Gaeul, looking at the painting she was coloring, said a bit embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I’m a bit busy today… Can you tell me over the phone?”
“If it’s something I can’t say over the phone, I won’t keep you long, Gaeul.”
Yeon-woo was insistent today. Gaeul, feeling like he might come over at any moment, refused.
“That won’t do! Then, can we talk when we meet later? I’m really busy today…”
-I won’t hold you for long, Gaeul.
Yeon-woo was persistent. After glancing at the canvas that Gaeul had just started painting, she sighed.
‘I wanted to finish it quickly and be done with it…’
A while later, Gaeul sought permission.
“The exhibition is right around the corner, so we need to discuss it right away. Is that okay?”
He hastily responded to my question.
-Yes. I won’t keep you for long. One hour? No, thirty minutes should be enough.
I can’t help it. I have to continue working until tonight.
I don’t know what the reason is, but since he wasn’t the type to suddenly ask for something without a reason, Gaeul immediately smiled and answered.
There must be a reason for him to do this.
“Where should we meet?”
Gaeul peeked into the bright interior of the cafe through the transparent glass.
It was the cafe where Yeon-woo first visited my gallery.
Gaeul entered.
He was already there, and when he saw me, he smiled.
However, unlike usual, that smile felt somewhat awkward.
‘Is something hurting for real? His voice wasn’t good when we talked on the phone… He doesn’t seem to be smiling well today.’
As soon as Gaeul sat down, she asked.
“Mr. Shin Yeon-woo, what’s going on?”
Then, erasing the smiling expression, he looked somewhat serious and opened his mouth.
“Gaeul, the painting you wanted. I have it now.”
“Really?”
I unintentionally asked in a loud voice.
Embarrassed, Gaeul closed her mouth and looked around.
Fortunately, there were no other customers besides Yeon-woo and me.
Regaining composure, Gaeul recalled the forgotten “Rose Garden.”
It would take a little time… But now, the painting was finally coming back to me.
By the way…
Gaeul quickly asked a sudden thought.
“Did you ask me to meet because of that painting?”
I seemed to have said too eagerly that we would see it next time, caught up in the exhibition schedule.
Gaeul couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
At that moment, Yeon-woo, who had been silently listening to Gaeul’s story, raised his head and answered.
“No. It’s not just because of that.”
“…Really? Then?”
He, who always had a cheerful smile, spoke with a serious face.
“I like you, Gaeul. Please give me a chance.”
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
