‘Bong Hyo Jin. Are you crying over these clothes right now? My grandmother’s shop is on the verge of closing down. These clothes weren’t mine from the start. They’re the clothes bought to be Seung Yul’s mom.’
Of course, as the rook said, I could have taken out a loan for the key money deposit and paid it back.
But what about the interest?
Besides, I’m a student preparing for the college entrance exam, I can’t work parttime to pay off my debts.
If that was the case, it would have been sufficient when my father passed away and I was alone.
This is the best way. I should be thankful that I have this method, at least.
What about these clothes?
I intended to wear them once and sell them anyway.
I didn’t know that I would part with them like this.
‘This year’s FW season’s latest, I’m selling a Chanel twopiece that I’ve only worn 3 times after purchase. It’s a dress filled with precious memories for me, but due to personal circumstances, I’m parting with it with tears in my eyes. It’s a limited edition with only 10 in Korea, so it’s worth collecting.’
As soon as I clicked register, my phone rang.
Gosh, I thought someone had already seen the sales post and contacted me, but it was team leader Nam.
‘Hello, this is Nam Joon Seok. There’s something the CEO asked me to deliver, can I come by your house briefly?’
‘Something to deliver? What is it?’
“This.”
What team leader Nam, who had come all the way to my house, handed over was a pink lipstick.
Hyo Jin was surprised inside, but she didn’t show it outwardly.
How did my father know this was mine?
“He seemed to have forgotten to give it to you yesterday.”
Does that mean the reason he was there yesterday was to deliver this?
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
As Hyo Jin awkwardly received the lipstick and turned around, her phone rang.
“Hello? Ah, yes. I posted it for sale on Used World. The Chanel twopiece.”
Used World?
Nam, who was opening the car door, unconsciously listened to the conversation.
“Yes. It’s definitely authentic. I need money urgently so I put it up for sale. The receipt?”
Hyo Jin, who was on the phone, looked back at Nam, who was still standing without starting the car.
“Why? Do you have something more to say to me?”
“No, not at all.”
Nam, who had come this far hoping to ask how the CEO was doing, and if he had any intention of coming back, got into the car without handing over his business card, met with a reaction that seemed impenetrable.
‘When a woman holds a grudge, it’s said that frost falls even in the fifth month.’
Through the window as he fastened his seat belt and started the car, he saw Hyo Jin, who was still bargaining with the buyer on the phone.
She had posted something for sale on Used World.
Along with the ringing of the phone, the sound of typing echoed in the secretariat office.
“Team leader Nam, do you have something to do with the CEO?”
The secretariat staff who were huddled in front of Gyo Hwan’s office pointed at Gyo Hwan, who was sitting at his desk with a lost expression.
“During today’s team 1 meeting, he couldn’t concentrate and kept asking if there was a misfortune at the CEO’s house.”
Gyo Hwan, who was sitting back deeply in his comfortable chair, was staring out the window instead of his usual tablet.
“There is, a misfortune.”
Nam, who had returned after meeting with Mr. Bong, knocked on the office door.
Knock, knock.
“CEO?”
Nam, who had entered the office, called out to Gyo Hwan, who was still sitting lost in thought.
“What is it?”
Only then did Gyo Hwan, who felt a presence, swivel his chair around to look up at Team Leader Nam.
“It’s about Ms. Bong Hyo Jin.”
Hoo. A deep sigh poured out from Gyo Hwan’s mouth, sounding like resentment upon hearing that name.
“That’s enough.”
“Huh?”
“If she dislikes it that much, let’s let it go.”
Of course, after hearing such talk, there was no reason to ask her to come back.
“Yes, I understand.”
Gyo Hwan, who had been blowing his bangs that had covered his forehead, halfopened the door and called Team Leader Nam to stop.
“But, what is it?”
Team Leader Nam, who had opened the door and was about to leave, looked back.
“Yes?”
When did he say it was over?
“Let’s hear what the story is about.”
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After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
