The streetlights cast a pink glow on So-eun’s cheeks. Tae-joon felt an urge to adjust her glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of her nose, looking uncomfortable. Or, he even wanted to take them off completely.
But thanks to the lowered glasses, her kind-looking eyes were half-exposed. However, with her eyelids lowered, he couldn’t see her pupils.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow, making her look sad, but her small, plump lips constantly moving made her seem happy.
She was irresistibly captivating.
Having drunk after a long time, Han So-eun was releasing her pent-up emotions in various ways. She hummed a tune, muttered incomprehensible words followed by laughter, and recited the names of various foods, whetting her appetite.
Tae-joon, who had been looking at her impassively, also showed subtle changes in his expression in response to hers.
But she seemed to have no intention of making eye contact with him. Even though she must have seen his gaze, she didn’t seem to care at all, treating him as if he didn’t exist, although she occasionally spoke to him.
“I like having fun… I hate working hard… I just want to live comfortably…”
“…….”
“… You asked why I joined K Group.”
Tae-joon’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at her absently.
“There’s no reason to join K Group… It’s just the dream of many job seekers. If you get in, you just go there… If you don’t get fired, you keep working there.”
Her slow but clear voice was quite serious. It didn’t seem like a lie, and Tae-joon’s brows furrowed in thought.
So, does this woman really not know what her father did 20 years ago? Has no one ever told her the truth?
In the midst of his confusion, she continued to chatter.
“You wouldn’t know, Director. You’ve never taken things like K Group’s aptitude test.”
“…….”
“… You’re so lucky. I’m envious.”
“Is that something to be envious of?”
Tae-joon asked indifferently, having listened quietly.
“… You just became a director.”
“Look here. I’m someone who received quality education at Ivy League schools. I graduated from a prestigious university where even getting admitted is tough…”
Angered by her remark, Tae-joon was about to boast about his achievements when he stopped, noticing her unfocused gaze.
I graduated with excellent grades, completed my MBA, and had already received headhunting offers from several companies, making me a highly valued individual. With my skills, I can get a good position anywhere…
There was no need to exhaust his tongue explaining all this to a drunk person who wouldn’t remember anything.
“Anyway, I’m not a parachuted executive. I deserve to be an executive.”
“That or this.”
Han So-eun responded naively and bluntly, displaying an uncanny ability to say exactly what she meant. Amazed by her behavior, Tae-joon raised his voice momentarily and then looked straight at her, tilting his head down. Their eyes met, but he couldn’t really see her face. Her thick glasses still acted as a shield for her small face.
“What do you mean by that or this?”
“Right, whatever.”
Look at that?
“Starting to talk informally now?”
Her soulless response caused Tae-joon’s lips to tighten firmly.
Her innocently bright responses overlapped with those of the seven-year-old girl who used to follow him around twenty years ago.
He couldn’t easily let go of his suspicions. Was she doing this on purpose?
Do you remember me? Are you playing with me right now?
Emotions that he had buried for twenty years began to stir faintly.
“You’re not drunk, right? You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“I’m drunk. That’s why… How could I dare to do this to the Director.”
“No, you’re not drunk.”
“Really, I am. Oh, it’s so unfair. So unfair.”
“What’s so unfair?”
“It’s been so long, I was so happy…”
“What’s been so long?”
“Alcohol! I told you earlier!”
“…….”
“Such memory for an Ivy League graduate.”
At that absurd remark, Tae-joon couldn’t help but laugh. So-eun was having a moment of self-reflection.
“Wow… I talk so well, why did I do that?”
“…….”
“Sigh, why did I do that?”
She was regretting not standing up to Hee-wook’s scolding at the bar.
Muttering to herself, she lost her balance. Tae-joon snorted as he watched her distress, her hands covering her head as if in pain.
She seemed completely uninterested in his story.
Tae-joon swallowed his hollow laughter. He had to accept reality.
You don’t remember me.
It’s only natural.
Not many people remember their seven-year-old selves. Especially if they haven’t seen someone in 20 years.
Kim Tae-joon is a person who doesn’t exist in any part of Han So-eun’s life.
Her joining K Group was just a coincidence.
That was the truth. An insignificant truth.
Realizing this, he felt deflated.
Did I fly all the way from overseas to find this out?
As his thoughts wandered, night deepened.
What now?
He couldn’t carry her to the parking lot, but it was worrying to call her a separate taxi.
Tae-joon made a significant decision.
“I’ll bring my car, wait here. I’ll take you home.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
