Desperate for a Catch (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Black leggings and a tight workout top that barely covered her navel. Every eye in the gym was drawn to Woo Yeon’s mesmerizing figure.
So what?
Woo Yeon was in her 43rd minute of running. Just as she considered increasing her speed, a call came in from Reporter Yum. She pressed the machine’s stop button and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.
“Yes, Reporter Yum.”
I heard from the Director. You’re doing an interview with Brighton Airlines’ CEO, right?
“Yes.”
They agreed?
“They said they would.”
On what basis? Didn’t you tell them reporting could go unfavorably for Myeong San?
“Of course I did.”
And yet they readily agreed?
“There’s nothing they can’t do. If they’re going to become a chaebol heir anyway, might as well use this chance to promote themselves.”
Hmm. Seems unnecessary to step forward right now. Well, thanks from our side anyway. So, when’s it scheduled?
“It’s undecided. As soon as I get a call, I’ll have to dash out immediately.”
She spoke firmly with rhythm, prompting Reporter Yum to sigh softly and ask,
Don’t tell me you’re going alone again this time?
“No. Since it’s an official interview, I’ve received permission to bring along the camera director and two crew members.”
I thought all men were the same, but this guy seems somewhat decent, huh?
“Yes. So please stop worrying and just focus on your own work, Reporter Yum. I’ll handle my safety and protection myself.”
You’d complain even if I showed concern. Seriously, this is exactly why people at the network call you arrogant.
“Yeah. This arrogant Yoon Woo Yeon is hanging up now.”
Perhaps because she and Reporter Yum had often worked closely together since her rookie announcer days, they shared a fairly deep rapport. With that comfortable familiarity, Woo Yeon smiled as she ended the call.
She’d already gotten the Director’s signature, and the camera director was ready.
All that remained was a call from Tae Kyung.
Suddenly, his last words lodged firmly in her chest:
‘Fine. But I have a condition too.’
‘What is it?’
‘I’ll tell you after the broadcast wraps up safely.’
…What could he possibly ask for?
Woo Yeon gulped down some water from her bottle and began stretching to get back on the treadmill.
Ding.
The message on her phone was from Tae Kyung—the one she’d been waiting for all week.
Woo Yeon quickly left the gym.
The interview took place at the Brighton Hotel where he was staying.
He wore only a black suit and a dark-colored tie, yet his sensual looks made him appear even more striking.
Throughout Woo Yeon’s questions, Tae Kyung never faltered even once. He seemed effortlessly composed, as if born with perfection.
Woo Yeon usually avoided stiff interviews. Since she interviewed people—not machines or robots—the top priority was always comfort.
Most interviewees remained nervous or spoke unnaturally despite her efforts to create a relaxed setting, but Cha Tae Kyung was clearly different.
It was almost funny. Had this man known from the start that he’d become a chaebol heir candidate?
How could he be completely tension-free?
Woo Yeon decided to cut the lengthening interview short herself.
“Let’s take a short break.”
It was consideration solely for Tae Kyung. While the crew bustled about, Woo Yeon approached him.
It wasn’t anything special. As she’d said before, part of her job was building rapport so the interviewee could feel more at ease.
“CEO, you’re really unusual. Normally, for this kind of interview, stylists and makeup artists stay right by your side the whole time.”
Tae Kyung took a sip from the orange juice set before him.
“I hate having anyone touch my face.”
“Is it because you know you’re good-looking? It comes across as confident—even unnecessary.”
“What about you, Yoon Woo Yeon?”
“What about me?”
“Do you know you’re pretty?”
It was a line she’d heard countless times, even outside of broadcasting. Unshaken by his lingering smile—still warm like a fever—Woo Yeon handled it with practiced ease.
“I suppose that’s helped get me this far. Though of course, looks aren’t everything.”
Tae Kyung subtly lifted the corner of his lips. His pitch-black eyes once again held her gaze openly.
“Have you thought about what I mentioned? You granted it so easily, even though you don’t know what I might ask.”
“…”
“It feels like you’re overcautious—as if I might do something reckless.”
“Not at all.”
Woo Yeon pretended not to notice his gaze and instead focused on reading the script containing her interview questions. Though it was true some low-class chaebol men demanded favors from announcers, she believed Cha Tae Kyung wasn’t one of them.
After all, perhaps her younger self—Yoon Woo Yeon at twenty-two—had been too hasty when she misunderstood his simple question, “Want to come up?” and ran off.
Yet, thinking it over again, even her confidence in trusting him felt foolish. Cha Tae Kyung still clearly seemed like a dangerous man.
Everything about his presence screamed danger, and she was bitterly disappointed in herself for how unsettled she became whenever their eyes met.
“Anchor Yoon.”
At the camera director’s signal, Woo Yeon straightened her posture for the interview again. Tae Kyung gave a slight nod, signaling he was ready to continue.
Woo Yeon boldly began speaking without hesitation.
Surprisingly, Tae Kyung answered every question honestly and thoroughly. He didn’t dodge even the questions unfavorable to Myeong San Group, sometimes even offering a nod of agreement with a gentle smile.
By the end, she almost felt guilty—he was so candid it made her wonder if revealing this much was truly okay.
Soon, the interview concluded, and the crew busily packed up their equipment. It was agreed that necessary materials for the report would be delivered tomorrow through his secretary, and Woo Yeon began gathering her things as well.
She sincerely expressed her gratitude.
“Thank you, CEO. Thanks to you, it was a great session.”
As she stepped away, Tae Kyung rose from his seat and followed her to the door. Woo Yeon bowed deeply to him.
“I hope we get to meet again sometime.”
“I hope so too.”
The crew left the room first, and Woo Yeon was the last to step out. Just as she bowed politely once more and reached for the doorknob—
His voice slipped low and clear into her ear.
“Yoon Woo Yeon.”
“Yes, CEO.”
When she turned around, his deep eyes looked as if they might swallow her whole at any moment.
It was too intense—Woo Yeon momentarily couldn’t find where to look.
“Do you have someone you’re seeing?”
Woo Yeon swallowed hard.
“…Yes.”
“I see.”
“I’ll go ahead first.”
Until the very moment she closed the door, Woo Yeon was certain he hadn’t caught her lie.
She didn’t know what favor he might ask, but it had been a perfect answer for drawing an early boundary.
Twenty-nine years old.
News broadcasts were still the only thing that made her heart race.
Woo Yeon walked with confidence.
The logo embedded at the very top of the towering building glowed entirely in gold.
Aside from aviation, ‘Brighton’ also operated a prestigious social club that curated and connected premium private events—hotels, banquets, weddings, and more.
A few years ago, when Myeong San faced dissolution and collapse, Tae Kyung personally acquired the Wedding Tower—the most critical Brighton asset.
He’d quietly bought stakes in major companies behind his mother’s back, using them as a launchpad to become the new owner of the Wedding Tower.
Though publicly known as owned by an American, the truth was Tae Kyung had merely used a frontman under a borrowed name.
The reason he’d seized the Wedding Tower at such a young age was simple:
It was the easiest way to gather high-end real estate assets and sensitive information—and simultaneously gain leverage over people’s vulnerabilities.
It was also a direct threat to those at Myeong San who had abandoned his mother. That’s precisely why they’d traveled all the way to America to personally bring him back.
“CEO, we received a nibble from Deputy CEO Im Sang Hoon of Woo Bang Airlines.”
At Team Leader Han’s words, Tae Kyung, seated on the office desk sofa, lifted his head.
“Please adjust my schedule for tomorrow or the day after and set up a meeting.”
“Yes.”
Woo Bang Group was currently embroiled in a fierce succession battle among the brothers—eldest, second, and even the youngest fighting over their minor shares.
Tae Kyung intended to absorb Woo Bang Airlines to further expand Brighton Airlines.
That’s why he’d chosen Deputy CEO Im Sang Hoon—the second son—over the eldest. In exchange for helping him become Woo Bang Group’s next leader, Tae Kyung demanded something big and valuable in return.
The other side would gladly fall into his sweet trap and hand over Woo Bang Airlines. They’d be stunned to learn that the owner of the Wedding Tower—and soon-to-be owner of Brighton Airlines—was a mere 33-year-old young leader.
Behind his faint, sly smile, his phone rang again, persistently loud as it had been since yesterday.
[Cha Jae Hee]His only younger sibling—but he casually slipped the phone into his suit pocket without a care. His sharp gaze then fixed firmly on Team Leader Han.
“Team Leader Han, look into one person for me.”
Team Leader Han nodded.
Brrrring.
Brrrring.
After several more persistent rings, the phone finally fell silent. Tae Kyung was immersed in reading the wedding business expansion report.
At 8 p.m., Tae Kyung returned to the hotel. He’d just had an early dinner at a Korean restaurant with three influential lawmakers known for their clout.
Normally, he would’ve stayed until the end to secure every possible advantage—but this time, he left immediately, his expression showing no trace of regret.
It had started with Assemblyman Yoo Kyung Tae. He usually couldn’t care less about idle gossip among men squabbling over young women, but once Yoon Woo Yeon’s name passed his lips, anger had simmered in Tae Kyung’s chest.
“Who’s that these days? She’s pretty.”
“Who?”
“You know, that news girl.”
“Yoon Woo Yeon?”
“Exactly! Yeah, Yoon Woo Yeon—great figure, pure-looking face. Totally my type. Assemblyman An, why don’t you bring her over sometime!”
Whether it was Assemblyman An, ready to call the Director right then, or the already shamelessly crude Yoo Kyung Tae—
Tae Kyung, who’d been chewing his food slowly and deliberately, let out a quiet scoff. He abruptly set down his rice spoon and walked straight out of the restaurant.
Assemblyman Yoo Kyung Tae’s aide immediately followed him out to check what was wrong, but Tae Kyung merely muttered something about an urgent matter.
Faced with that inexplicable, icy atmosphere, the aide didn’t dare say another word.
After a shower, Tae Kyung drank vodka with his hair still damp. He downed it in one go, enough to flush his cheeks instantly.
His throat felt stiff.
Just before stepping into the shower, he’d left the TV on—and Yoon Woo Yeon was still on screen.
[The acquisition of Sung Kwang Motors has officially fallen through. We’ll now go live to reporter Kim Ji Soo at the Osan plant.]The screen changed, and Yoon Woo Yeon, who’d filled the broadcast moments before, disappeared.
Tae Kyung consciously turned his gaze to the spot where she’d sat that morning.
‘Do you have someone you’re seeing?’
‘Yes.’
Curiosity stirred about who this man she claimed to be dating might be. This unfamiliar, dissonant emotion made him speak her name again.
“…Yoon Woo Yeon.”
The woman who would eventually make him clench his teeth in frustration.
As he pressed firmly against his temples, his phone vibrated. He picked it up.
The response came immediately—it was Team Leader Han.
CEO, regarding Yoon Woo Yeon…
“Go on.”
She did have someone she was seeing, but they’ve broken up.
“How long ago?”
About three months, it seems.
He was flabbergasted.
Why lie at all?
Ah. Did she interpret my condition that way? Or has she already peeked into the crude thoughts in my head?
He let out a dry laugh.
“How long had they been together?”
Roughly two years, it seems. Given that only close friends and a few at the network knew, they must’ve kept their relationship very private.
After hanging up, Tae Kyung fixed his gaze solely on Yoon Woo Yeon, who now filled the screen again.
Had his chest really fluttered every time she spoke?
Had he truly wanted to share something more meaningful with her? Or was he craving something even deeper?
It seemed he’d have to meet Yoon Woo Yeon again to find out.
Tae Kyung fetched another drink.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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So she is missing him so hoping what happens next!