Seung Oh covered Ji Soo’s mouth with his hand and grinned.
“It’s okay. There will be an emergency executive meeting tomorrow, and I’m the only one who can take the temporary representative position.”
Ji Soo’s eyes widened.
“Uh, uh, uh? Uh, uh…”
“Do you want to be a designer? I’ll make it happen. Designer Lee Ji Soo, how does that sound?”
Ji Soo slightly nodded her head. Seung Oh slowly removed his hand from her mouth.
“Oppa…”
A few seconds later, Ji Soo jumped into his arms, exclaiming.
“Oppa, thank you! My dream has finally come true. It’s all thanks to you. You’re the best. You’re the biggest gift in my life!”
“You’re not stuttering at all?”
“I, I won’t stutter anymore! Because I’m Designer Lee Ji Soo!”
So simple. So adorable.
Seung Oh watched Ji Soo, who was hopping around like a child meeting a Christmas puppy, with a tender gaze. His mind was occupied with thoughts of Yoon Seo Ha and Kang Hae Sun, who were lying in the hospital, and the phone in front of him.
Kang Yoon’s shares were held by Kang Hae Sun and Yoon Seo Ha. If both of them were to die, he would be the one to inherit the shares.
‘But, if Yoon Seo Ha wakes up.’
Although it would be best if she just died like this, he had to consider the possibility that she might wake up and push the damn divorce papers on him.
Lee Seung Oh hid the phone deep inside a drawer in a thick envelope. It was to be used as evidence of Yoon Seo Ha’s infidelity in case of the worst possible scenario.
With bulky casts on her arms and legs, her face with dried scabs clinging to it like leeches, and an oxygen mask covering half of it.
And a name tag that didn’t match any of this.
Yoon Seo Ha, who had thrown divorce papers at her cheating husband, was lying there as if dead, in a wretched state, after laughing while looking at the sea, shining her eyes while talking about her dreams, and walking gracefully while drunk.
“Miss Yoon Seo Ha.”
Although Kyung Joon knew she couldn’t hear him, he helplessly called her name. The sound whirled through the air and pierced a hole right in the middle of his heart.
Thud.
A thick teardrop fell from the tip of his chin to the floor. He couldn’t remember when was the last time his heart ached this much. Maybe it was the first time since he was born.
“It’s not possible. It’s difficult.”
Kyung Joon closed his eyes for a moment. It was to exclude emotions from his thoughts as much as possible.
Yoon Seo Ha had “almost died.” Somehow, after being declared dead, her vital signs were detected, and she fell into a coma. Kang Hae Sun, who had collapsed from the shock, was still unconscious.
All of this happened just yesterday. Other executives had come and gone, but Kyung Joon was a day late because he had lost his phone.
There was the sound of a door opening from behind. Kyung Joon quickly wiped the corner of his eyes and turned around, almost swearing out loud.
“Secretary Ryu?”
The ‘fool’ was pretending to recognize him with a suspicious expression.
“What brings you here? The president’s room is on the upper floor.”
Kyung Joon erased his contemptuous gaze and greeted him with his usual emotionless expression.
“I came down since I was here. I am acquainted with Team Leader Yoon, after all.”
“I see. Thank you for coming.”
He had already heard that the lost phone was found in the crashed car. But strangely, Lee Seung Oh didn’t mention a word about it and only talked about other things.
“As you know, my wife had an accident, and my motherinlaw collapsed, so I’m out of my mind. Secretary Ryu, you must know the president’s office work best, right?”
“I suppose so.”
Lee Seung Oh pulled the curtain in front of Yoon Seo Ha’s bed and slumped down on the sofa.
“I’ll notify you in advance since we’ve met. A successor will be coming in this week, so prepare for the handover. Whether I like it or not, the secretary’s position is closest to the president, so I need to find someone suitable for me. It won’t be a dismissal, just a position transfer.”
He already had the attitude of someone who had taken over the president’s office.
Wait. The president’s office?
A faint wrinkle formed between Kyung Joon’s eyebrows.
Yoon Seo Ha had a severe accident. It happened the day after she threw divorce papers at her husband, who was the sole heir. Could that really be an unfortunate coincidence?
“Secretary Ryu? Aren’t you going to answer?”
Lee Seung Oh urged him. There was no trace of sadness in his expression about his wife becoming a vegetative state.
‘I’m a married woman. Don’t approach me. My husband is so…’
Kyung Joon recalled Yoon Seo Ha, who even while drunk, had pushed him away, saying she was a married woman. That woman who pretended to be smart but was actually the biggest fool in the world.
His mood turned extremely sour.
“Mr. Lee Seung Oh.”
As Kyung Joon called his name with a strangely rude tone, Lee Seung Oh hesitated.
“Is that all you have to say? Don’t you have anything you’re curious about?”
Seung Oh, hiding his confusion, asked back unpleasantly.
“What are you talking about, Secretary Ryu?”
“You must be extremely curious deep down, so why aren’t you asking?”
Kyung Joon grinned and bent down, looking crookedly into Seung Oh’s eyes.
“You found it in Yoon Seo Ha’s car, didn’t you? My phone.”
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.”
