“Is it really okay to just send a bouquet of flowers? …I’m sorry.”
The sleek movement of a fountain pen signing a document abruptly stopped, as if irritated by a nagging concern.
Knowing Chairman Han’s temperament well, the secretary anxiously inquired, only to be silenced by the stern look from Kitae. His gaze seemed to question, ‘Who are you to meddle unnecessarily?’
Rrrr… Rrrr…
As the secretary feared, a phone call came through soon after, merely five minutes past the scheduled time.
Kitae, without blinking an eye, answered the call and gestured for the secretary to leave.
“Kitae, you rascal! How dare you deceive me? Didn’t you say you were coming?”
“I intended to, but got tied up, so I sent a bouquet instead. Has it not arrived yet?”
“Do you think I called you here for congratulations? I told you to look at the paintings and think about them! And here you agreed so easily… Were you planning this from the start?”
“I’m sorry. There’s just a lot to do since I returned.”
The call seemed to drag on, so Kitae stood up and leaned slightly against the desk, gazing out at the clear sky through the window. He twiddled the fountain pen in his other hand.
“Agh, my neck…”
The warm winter sun felt pleasant.
Kitae shifted the phone to his other ear, then slightly moved it away when he heard a loud voice.
“Autumn’s paintings are good!”
“Yes, I know. I’ve heard.”
Again, the topic of Yoon Autumn.
Kitae’s thoughts drifted to the woman he saw yesterday, her face smeared with red paint. It was uncharacteristic of him to have reached out to wipe it off.
He had regretted it immediately, seeing her wide-eyed and shrinking.
He hadn’t paid attention before, but her emotions were quite evident on her face.
The young girl he had briefly seen in childhood had grown up, charming his mother with warm, crinkled eyes and a bright smile.
It was surprising to see how much the atmosphere at home had changed just yesterday.
Indeed, it was intriguing.
That’s why he impulsively agreed to visit the exhibition. Uncharacteristically so. The interest was on that front, not the paintings.
A chuckle escaped his lips.
He understood his grandfather’s fondness for the young artist but disagreed with his approach to gallery management. Now that the gallery was his, he needn’t follow that method.
A gallery’s reputation hinges on each artist it showcases, chosen meticulously for their exclusivity, much like how rarity enhances the value of luxury items.
Kitae had already filled TS Gallery with aesthetically superior artists. He couldn’t just include a young, novice artist fresh out of college among them, simply because she suited his grandfather’s taste.
The harsh reality was that young, inexperienced artists often couldn’t contribute meaningfully.
He had resolved at the dinner table not to fulfill his grandfather’s request.
And yet, he had readily agreed to attend… understandably angering him.
‘Is her talent worth considering?’
As he pondered over the woman’s skills, his grandfather’s voice came through the phone again.
“Kitae! Are you listening?”
“Yes, I heard you, Grandfather.”
“Come to the main house immediately.”
“I still have work left, so it’s difficult. There’s a lot of documents to review.”
Kitae’s swift pen movement over the signature line hesitated, seemingly irked by a nagging thought. His secretary, aware of Chairman Han’s temperament, anxiously asked a question, only to be silenced by Kitae’s stern look, which seemed to question her interference.
Rrrr… Rrrr…
The phone rang soon after, just five minutes past the scheduled time. Kitae picked up without a flinch, gesturing his secretary away.
“Kitae, you scoundrel! Did you deceive me? Didn’t you promise to come?”
“I planned to, but got busy and sent a bouquet instead. Hasn’t it arrived yet?”
“Do you think I invited you just for congratulations? I told you to come and look at the paintings and think! And you agreed so easily… Were you planning this all along?”
“I apologize. I’ve been swamped with work since my return.”
Ending the call, Kitae glanced at his fingertips and frowned. Ink from the fountain pen had stained his fingers.
“…Everything bothers me today.”
He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the ink but paused mid-action.
Red oil paint.
The ink from yesterday, smeared on the woman’s cheek, had stained the handkerchief and refused to wash off.
With Chairman Han appearing displeased, Autumn tried to start a light conversation.
“The flowers are beautiful, Chairman… I mean, Grandfather.”
“Hah, really?”
Honestly, he was more perplexed than appreciative.
Suddenly receiving a bouquet…
The rather large bouquet, sent with more care than expected for a man’s taste, seemed to be more the florist’s choice than Kitae’s.
‘I really thought he would come.’
As the tension eased, she felt a bit deflated.
It was silly to fret so much over someone who wasn’t even coming.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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