Covetous Sponsorship (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
“…Dinner?”
“What? Have you eaten already?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then come with me. I’ll treat you.”
Leaving Ga Eul frozen in place, startled, Gi Tae started walking ahead.
‘Why is he suddenly offering to buy me dinner?’
A beat late, Ga Eul hurried after him. His single stride matched nearly two of hers, so she had to walk briskly just to keep up.
Still…
‘This is the first time having dinner alone with President Gi Tae…’
She’d only planned to drop by, say thanks, and leave—but somehow ended up joining him for dinner.
She’d eaten with Chairman Han’s family recently, but never just the two of them like this. Ga Eul already felt uneasy, worrying the meal might turn awkward.
Glancing up at him, she silently followed him out of the gallery to the parking lot and climbed into his car as subtly as she could. Before starting the engine, he frowned slightly and remarked pointedly,
“Why did you carry all that yourself? Are you an idiot?”
“Well… I also wanted to greet you properly while I was at it.”
“What for?”
‘Just delegate that stuff to someone else next time.’ He gave the indifferent instruction, then stared straight ahead and turned the steering wheel.
“…”
“…”
He stayed quiet, focused on driving, and Ga Eul, unsure if they were close enough for casual small talk, pretended to look out the window.
Then, glancing sideways, she stole a peek at his profile as he concentrated on the road.
‘Was he… worried about me?’
The moment she became aware of her own thought, Ga Eul hastily suppressed the smile threatening to escape.
First the lights, now this—why did she keep misinterpreting his actions as being done for her sake?
It was absurd, linking every little thing he did to some kind of consideration for her. He’d never behaved that way even once in nine years.
Concluding it was impossible, Ga Eul turned her gaze back out the window.
After a while, still staring straight ahead and only touching the steering wheel, he finally spoke up when they hit a red light.
“What would you like to eat?”
“I… I eat anything really. Whatever place you’d like to go to, President…”
Ga Eul answered politely on purpose, but he cut her off.
“Don’t say that. Then is there anything you can’t or won’t eat?”
“Not really.”
“…”
“Really.”
She truly had no preferences and nothing she couldn’t eat.
She answered honestly, yet he let out a sigh and looked at her as if disapproving.
“You never think about anything except painting.”
“No…! It’s not like that—I really just eat everything without being picky.”
“Aren’t you at the age when food preferences should come right out when asked?”
He still looked unconvinced.
Others always seemed to prefer her obedient, quiet demeanor…
With nothing else to say, Ga Eul just offered an awkward smile.
Ever since moving into the mansion, this was the first time anyone had criticized her for not asserting herself. It felt strangely unfamiliar.
*
Since she said she ate anything, they ended up at a restaurant inside a five-star hotel.
Should I have specified something I wanted to eat instead…?
It felt a bit burdensome, but since she’d already claimed she ate anything, she didn’t ask further questions and hurried after him as he strode ahead confidently.
Guided by staff, Ga Eul was seated at a window table with a clear view outside. The moment she sat down and absentmindedly looked out the window, she couldn’t help but exclaim,
“Wow…”
The night view outside was stunning—so beautiful she couldn’t look away. Had she ever been this high up in a building before?
Before she knew it, Ga Eul was completely absorbed in the view outside.
Golden lights spread gently below, casting a charming glow. The river shimmered with reflected light, endlessly beautiful.
It was a scene she wanted to paint.
It reminded her strikingly of the lamplight along the path behind the main building, and she couldn’t help but smile.
Watching her, he asked pointedly,
“Pretty, huh?”
“Huh? Oh—yes…”
Turning toward him with a bright smile at his question, Ga Eul’s voice trailed off mid-sentence.
While she’d been admiring the view, he’d also turned to look out the window.
His faint smile as he gazed outside caught her attention.
The dazzling lights still adorned the world beyond the glass, but now he, melting into the scene like a painting, captured all of Ga Eul’s focus.
His profile, framed with the view, caught her eye.
For some reason, she couldn’t look away—it was worth capturing in a painting.
While Ga Eul remained entranced, he finally turned from the window and asked,
“Yoon Ga Eul, would you like a drink?”
Ga Eul glanced at the glass he tilted toward her. After staring blankly at the rippling red wine, she asked back,
“…Is that… tasty?”
“Who knows? Might suit your taste.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Ga Eul nodded. Soon, a glass half-filled with red wine was placed before her.
Holding the wine glass somewhat awkwardly, she heard him ask curiously,
“Have you never had wine before?”
“No, I’ve never really had a reason to. When I meet friends, we usually just go to neighborhood bars and drink soju or beer.”
Even that was rare. He simply gave a small nod in response to her answer, then took a sip of his wine. Ga Eul watched him for a moment and then timidly took a small sip herself.
‘Huh…? It’s actually good.’
Contrary to her cautious first sip, Ga Eul easily finished the whole glass. Seeing this, Gi Tae stopped a passing waiter and had her glass refilled.
“Have more.”
“Yes. Thank you, President.”
Ga Eul lifted the corners of her mouth and smiled brightly. Unlike her earlier tension, the alcohol had relaxed her. A pleasant warmth spread through her body, putting her in a good mood.
Her gaze kept drifting between the night view and Gi Tae, alternating between admiring the scenery and giving him grateful looks—until he finally remarked pointedly,
“You can see views like this anywhere—why lose your mind over it?”
He tapped lightly on the window as he spoke. Startled out of her reverie, Ga Eul gave an embarrassed smile and replied,
“It’s just… so beautiful. Don’t you think so, President?”
“Hmm.”
“But it’s this pretty! Oh—wait, maybe you’ve been here so often it feels ordinary?”
Gi Tae glanced outside again, watching Ga Eul’s cheeks flush a soft peach from the alcohol.
The moonlight shimmering on the water was certainly pleasant, but it couldn’t compare to the scenery he’d seen in Venice.
The view from the terrace where they’d celebrated the gallery’s opening, sipping wine—it pleased him far more than this cheap scenery anyone could see just by climbing somewhere high.
Seeing Ga Eul still waiting expectantly for his answer, Gi Tae simply gestured toward the steak and muttered vaguely,
“Venice, maybe. It’s getting cold—eat quickly.”
He’d only said it to shift her attention, with no real meaning, but Ga Eul suddenly gasped and asked eagerly,
“Oh! Now that I think about it, didn’t you just come back from Venice recently, President? What was it like? I’ve never been abroad, so I’m really curious!”
Taken aback by her unexpected reaction, Gi Tae answered shortly,
“It was nice. Unique—being a city on water and all.”
“Wow… Did you ride a gondola? What about the water buses?”
Her questions kept piling up, and soon dinner was completely forgotten.
“No.”
“Why not? You should’ve taken a gondola across the Grand Canal… I heard it’s the highlight there.”
“I didn’t ride a gondola, but I stayed nearby, so I saw plenty of it.”
“Oh, really? What was it like? Compared to the Han River—was it much prettier?”
“Yeah, prettier… Hey, are you seriously not eating?”
“Hehe, I am eating!”
“What exactly have you eaten…?”
Though his replies sounded indifferent, he answered every question she asked. Ga Eul, already on her third glass, kept asking more.
She’d only heard from Madam that he traveled all over the world—but now, everything she was curious about, he seemed to know firsthand.
I really need to go on an overseas trip someday.
If I asked him to recommend good places to visit, would he?
The night view pleased her, and the wine she’d just tried warmed her insides, quickening her pulse. Feeling cheerful from the warmth in her face and their conversation, Ga Eul—unaware she was already tipsy—took another glass, smiling uncontrollably.
Oh! Another question.
“President… um, there’s something else I’m curious about…”
“What is it?”
“What kinds of paintings are popular in the galleries in Venice? And in other countries too?”
The conversation flowed smoothly, without a hint of awkwardness—and was even quite enjoyable.
She found herself wishing she could share another meal with him and talk like this again.
.
.
.
“President… thank you so much for the wonderful meal!”
“Yeah.”
After finishing dinner, the two stepped outside the building instead of heading to the underground parking lot—because Ga Eul was thoroughly drunk.
The breeze brushed lightly against her cheeks, but it was nowhere near enough to cool the warmth blooming in her face.
Walking slightly ahead of Gi Tae, Ga Eul stumbled a little. Frowning at her, Gi Tae spoke softly,
“Yoon Ga Eul. Stop wandering around—just stand still for a bit.”
“Hehe, okay…”
“…You really don’t listen.”
She answered promptly enough, but her body wobbled uncontrollably. Gi Tae clicked his tongue in exasperation.
He’d brought her out thinking she might sober up a bit—but she showed no signs of it, and goodness, how long had they even walked?
Getting back to the sedan parked at the hotel now seemed impossible with Ga Eul like this.
Since they’d both been drinking, Gi Tae had already called a driver. He briefly looked away from Ga Eul to check if the driver had replied.
But then—
“…Ah!”
“…”
In that split second he glanced away, Ga Eul, walking ahead, tripped and let out a sharp cry as she collapsed onto the ground.
I shouldn’t have let her drink.
Gi Tae sighed, shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket, and approached her, offering his hand.
“Take my hand and get up.”
“…Okay.”
Again, she only gave good answers.
Still seated on the ground, Ga Eul made no move. Gi Tae asked,
“What are you doing?”
“My legs won’t hold me.”
“Ugh…”
Her whole face was flushed deep peach, giggling foolishly despite barely being able to control her body. Her naturally pale skin made the redness on her neck stand out, as did her slender arms, sleeves pushed up slightly because she felt hot.
Looking down at her like a big, ripe peach, Gi Tae let out a heavy sigh and crouched in front of her, turning his back toward her.
“Get on.”
He’d assumed she could handle her liquor since she kept accepting every glass—apparently not.
Great. Just my luck to push drinks on her and end up handling all this mess. Seeing she clearly couldn’t walk on her own, Gi Tae gave up early and offered his back.
But even though she was drunk, Ga Eul stubbornly refused.
“How can I possibly get on your back, President?”
Growing impatient with her delays, Gi Tae frowned and gave a sharp nod. Intimidated by his look, Ga Eul finally stopped protesting and placed her hands on his shoulders.
Yet she still hesitated, not leaning her weight fully—until Gi Tae glanced at her again. Only then did she finally rest her body against him.
Feeling her weight settle, Gi Tae straightened his bent knees. His pants were slightly soiled from briefly kneeling on the ground, but he ignored it and started walking.
After a few steps,
He’d expected her to stay quiet out of guilt—but suddenly, lifted higher and still tipsy, Ga Eul perked up and started gently bouncing her feet.
Annoyed by her restless fidgeting, Gi Tae kept his lips pressed in a firm line as he waited for the traffic signal, then spoke,
“Yoon Ga Eul. Stop wiggling.”
“Okay…”
“You’re not listening again.”
She gave another sweet, obedient answer—but kept kicking her feet anyway. Gi Tae couldn’t help but chuckle in exasperation.
Then, apparently uncomfortable with her position, she shifted her arms around and soon wrapped them tightly around Gi Tae’s neck, letting out little giggles.
Her arms around his neck felt warm.
When the light turned green and he started walking again, Ga Eul, who’d been quiet on his back, suddenly called out,
“President.”
“Hm? What?”
“Presiiident…”
“…”
“Presiiident…”
“If you’ve got nothing to say, don’t call me.”
“…Okay.”
Dejected, she loosened her grip around his neck.
Finding her utterly ridiculous, Gi Tae let out a soft laugh and headed toward his sedan and driver, now visible in the distance.
She was pretty cute—but he definitely shouldn’t give her alcohol again.
She was bothersome—wouldn’t eat properly, chattered endlessly so he never got bored, and now he had to take care of her in this messy state. Such a troublesome Yoon Ga Eul.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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