“Right.”
“So…”
So what? Yerin almost blurted out the question.
She laughed awkwardly.
“Director, are you saying you’ve never dated and that’s what’s lacking?”
“That seems to be the case.”
Is this really something that can be improved through practice? Yerin tilted her head in thought.
Ihyeon she saw that night didn’t lack anything. His words, even his gestures, were as sweet as honey, making her heart flutter.
Yet she couldn’t confront him about why he was lying now. Doing so would be admitting that she was the woman from that night.
Regardless, it seemed there was no way out of the trap Ihyeon had set.
Yerin felt utterly ensnared by Ihyeon’s scheme. He looked at her with a serious expression.
“I won’t ask for a report,” Ihyeon said, leaning forward on the table, significantly closing the distance between them.
“I would like you to share what you’ve noticed about me, anything I need to improve.”
Yerin, looking at his earnest face, wondered if she was getting ahead of herself.
‘Maybe Director Ihyeon really does need practice in dating.’
As Yerin hesitated, Ihyeon threw in a major offer.
“I’m willing to grant whatever Secretary Han wants.”
“Whatever I want?”
“A building, perhaps?”
“No!”
Yerin never had such wishes. She waved her arms frantically.
“Oh, one building is not enough?”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“If cash is more to your liking, that’s also possible. Just let me know.”
Ihyeon shrugged lightly and left the restaurant room first.
Yerin, collecting her belongings, followed him.
“Director, maybe…”
Just as they left the room, she stopped short at the sight of a man.
“Yerin?”
Next to him was a woman Yerin despised.
“Oh, look who we have here.”
Her ex-boyfriend Heejun, and Seoyun, who stole him away, were there.
Yerin gripped her bag tightly, hardening her expression.
“What, we finally meet and you don’t greet us?”
Seoyun, giggling and clinging to Heejun, seemed overly pleased.
Heejun, slightly pushing her away, touched the back of his head awkwardly.
“What brings Yerin here?”
It was their first meeting since Heejun’s unilateral breakup message – a message devoid of any courtesy.
Yerin stood straight and replied, “I’m here for dinner.”
“With whom?”
Heejun showed keen interest in her.
Meanwhile, Ihyeon returned from paying and stood beside Yerin, quickly sensing the tense atmosphere.
“Who are they?”
Yerin hesitated to introduce Heejun and Seoyun, but Ihyeon asked again.
“Acquaintances?”
“Once.”
Ihyeon understood the situation from Yerin’s brief reply and smiled, unexpectedly taking her hand.
Everyone was startled.
“We have much to do, so we’ll be going.”
Ihyeon stared coldly at Heejun, pulling Yerin away.
Caught off guard, Yerin reluctantly followed, visibly flustered.
As they distanced themselves, Ihyeon whispered in her ear.
“They’re still watching.”
“…”
“Don’t look so uncomfortable.”
Yerin’s legs trembled too much to walk properly.
Ihyeon glanced at her and spoke in his deep, pleasant voice.
“Secretary Han, excuse me for a moment.”
He then gently placed a warm hand on her waist.
Turning her head, she saw Ihyeon smiling radiantly at her.
“If you stiffen up like that, it defeats the purpose of me wrapping my arm around your waist.”
“Ah, yes…”
“Lean on me as we walk.”
Ihyeon, seemingly not satisfied, whispered again.
“If you really can’t walk, should I carry you out?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Startled by his offer to carry her, Yerin snapped back to her senses. Ihyeon’s hand remained wrapped around her waist until they left the restaurant and got into the car.
Heejun stared intently at the door through which Yerin had disappeared.
“Brother, what are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
Heejun forced his reluctant steps forward. Even seated at the table, the images of Yerin and that man lingered in his mind.
“But brother, didn’t that man look familiar?”
“Maybe.”
Seoyun, fiddling with her phone, suddenly shrieked in realization.
“Oh my god.”
“Why so loud now?”
“Brother, the man Yerin left with is this person.”
Heejun took the phone from her. On the screen was a flattering picture of Ihyeon, rumored to be the next heir of Jiseok Electronics.
“Chaihyeon?”
“Yeah. How come they were together?”
Seoyun bit her well-manicured nails, muttering to herself.
“There must be a connection… Ah.”
Realization dawned on her, and she smiled brightly.
“Yerin’s boss must be Director Chaihyeon now.”
Heejun still looked troubled.
“Right. If it wasn’t for work, how could Yerin meet a man of Chaihyeon’s caliber?”
Seoyun, with her lips painted red, smirked.
“Brother, so tomorrow we…”
Heejun still looked dazed. Especially troubling was the memory of Yerin and the man whispering intimately as they left the restaurant. Seoyun’s mumbling voice didn’t register in his ears.
‘She’s become prettier.’
Why did she seem to shine brighter next to that man than when she was with him? He didn’t like it one bit.
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
