Why was this company so interested in people’s personal affairs rather than doing their work?
Words like, ‘Female employees interested in Ji Seo Joon came and spoke to me,’ began to spread on the floor where my office was located.
Curious and sympathetic expressions.
The commotion was loud enough for even me, the person at the center of this fuss, to notice. The people who knew me as they passed by threw words like, “Deputy Moon, are you okay?” These words piled up, filling the annoyance gauge to its limit.
It was hard to concentrate on work, and managing my expression was becoming difficult too, around that time, the team leader called me.
“Deputy Moon, you should head off for today.”
“But I still have a bit of work left.”
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s about the conference in New York next month by the security team.”
“That’s still some time away. If it’s urgent, I can assist… You should leave for today.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.”
The team leader, who gestured for me to go quickly, soon focused on his work. I did feel sorry, but my work didn’t seem to progress, so I hurriedly prepared to leave work.
As I left the office, the streets were bustling with people pouring out to go home. Regardless of the reason, leaving work on time was the correct choice.
Among the crowd of people leaving work, I picked up my phone.
[I’ll be at the officetel.] Since Ji Seo Joon, who said he had something to talk about, had agreed to meet in the evening, I decided not to go straight home but to go to the officetel and wait.I naturally entered the passcode, just like my home, and went into Ji Seo Joon’s officetel. I waited for about 30 minutes, killing time. The owner of the house had returned.
“Have you arrived?”
Seeing me sprawled on the sofa, Ji Seo Joon, with a corner of his mouth lifted, spoke.
“I can’t tell who the owner is.”
“Well, it’s easy for me to tell.”
I got up from my sprawled position.
“If it were my house, it wouldn’t be this tidy.”
At that comment, Ji Seo Joon laughed softly, put down his bag, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“No. I’ve been waiting to eat with you.”
His eyebrows raised slightly at my comment about waiting, before he opened the refrigerator door.
“What are you planning to make?”
“Let’s just make some simple fried rice.”
I nodded my head and headed towards the kitchen.
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“Just sitting still is helpful enough.”
I wasn’t upset at all.
Why?
Because it was true.
I took a seat at the dining table and watched Ji Seo Joon cook. Every time he chopped, his back muscles highlighted their existence, moving up and down.
So, that’s why those with cooking skills are popular.
It was a new revelation.
Ji Seo Joon, who was finely chopping carrots, suddenly stopped chopping and turned around.
“Tell me about all the bad rumors related to you or me in the future.”
Perhaps he was bothered by what he heard at the company cafeteria during the day. Even though telling Ji Seo Joon wouldn’t make a huge difference, why did I feel relieved by his words?
The tightly tensed muscles gradually relaxed and felt languid. Sitting at the table with a good view of the kitchen, I leaned on my arm and watched Ji Seo Joon’s back as he diligently prepared the vegetables.
Nice.
Without realizing it, a smile leaked out.
Just then, the doorbell of Ji Seo Joon’s officetel rang.
Quite abruptly.
“Did you expect anyone?”
Startled by the sudden doorbell, Ji Seo Joon and I looked towards the entrance.
“No, not expecting anyone.”
“Go check quickly. It’s unbearably loud.”
Ji Seo Joon put down the carrot he had been preparing and headed towards the entrance.
“Who is it?”
“Hey! Open up quickly! It’s so heavy!”
“Nam Joon Mo?”
As soon as Ji Seo Joon opened the door quickly, Nam Joon Mo came in grumbling, holding a cat cage.
“Why didn’t you open up quickly? Oh, my. This little one is so heavy.”
Grumbling as he took off his shoes, Nam Joon Mo spotted me standing behind Ji Seo Joon.
“Huh? Moon Da Yul?”
“Hello. It’s been a while.”
Nam Joon Mo was a good friend of Ji Seo Joon, and I had hung out with him a few times. We naturally grew apart and lost touch when Ji Seo Joon went to the United States after high school.
“Could it be… is General Ddol in that cage?”
Nam Joon Mo, who was making a fuss in delight, didn’t get a good look. I was more focused on the cage in his hand. Commenting that I was as usual, Nam Joon Mo put the cage down and carefully opened the door.
“Ddol, do you want to come out? Your friend is here, ignoring us and just looking at you. Come out and say hello.”
Nam Joon Mo reached into the cage and stroked Ddol’s chin.
“Meow.”
Seeing General Ddol respond affectionately to the touch, I felt envious of Nam Joon Mo for the first time since meeting him.
“Why did you bring Ddol here?”
Ji Seo Joon, who had been quietly watching, asked.
“Huh? Oh. He suddenly vomited yesterday, so I took him to the hospital. I’m on my way back from picking him up after work.”
“What? General Ddol vomited?”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
