Doha’s face remained stiff as he walked through the hotel corridor.
The new team leader has resigned. The company received a proposal, and it seems that dealing with the New Year’s event became a good excuse for that. The secretary’s report matched the conversation with Jua.
I never thought Jua would target Haeyeon so soon. I’m sorry, Doha. I should have paid more attention.
Doha never expected President Yoon to go to such lengths to make Haeyeon quit her job. Doha’s expression, contemplating this idea, grew even heavier. Although what New Year did was enough to provoke Haeyeon within the company, the fact that she was involved at all was a problem.
Thunk.
Doha, who had been filled with anger toward President Yoon all the way here, surprisingly became more rational when he actually opened the door. Dealing with President Yoon was how unpleasant emotional matters could be, better than anyone else knew.
The place Doha opened the door to was a private room in a famous hotel restaurant, a space thoroughly isolated from the outside, suitable for having a confidential conversation.
“You’re here.”
When Doha opened the door, President Yoon’s calm tone echoed. Though pleasant to others, the tone was irksome to Doha. The moment he decided to speak only about the main issue and leave, a different voice flowed in this time.
“I’m here, Doha Oppa.”
It was Surin. Even though there was no expression on Doha’s face, which looked clear, some tension crept in as the atmosphere changed.
“President.”
Standing there and seeing Doha call President Yoon lower than ever, Surin was oddly satisfied. Rather than being someone who didn’t influence Doha at all, she wanted to be someone who elicited a negative reaction.
That was Su Surin’s way of expressing love.
Breaking the heavy and strange silence, President Yoon spoke first.
“Your legs must hurt. Come and sit down.”
“I don’t plan on talking for long.”
“Oppa, don’t say that.”
“Surin.”
Doha, who had cleared his expression again, interrupted Surin. Unlike the flustered Surin, Doha’s voice, not caring, was low.
“We have something to discuss with President Yoon now, so you should leave.”
The content of the mid-low-pitched voice was ice-cold. If Surin’s pride was at stake, it might be emotionally hurtful, but she smiled roundly, making her eyes alluring.
“If Oppa asks like that, I’ll leave.”
Thunk. Thunk.
No one spoke to Surin while she got up from her seat and walked away. Not even President Yoon, who called her, looked at her, only sipping on jasmine tea.
Smiling as if it were nothing, when Surin walked past Doha, who was standing near the center of the room, she spoke slowly and sweetly.
“Doha Oppa, I’ll wait outside.”
When Surin left, President Yoon smiled meaningfully at her bold behavior, and Doha’s expression remained unchanged. There’s a separate matter of importance. Doha approached closely.
“It’s a breach of contract.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Although President Yoon clearly knew, he pretended not to know.
“It’s a company she entered through her own efforts.”
“Don’t you know? Such things aren’t reasonable.”
“My decision won’t change just because it came out like this.”
“Well, now it looks like half of it has come out.”
The two, who exchanged words without a break, reached a temporary truce. Throughout the conversation, their eyes never met. Doha stared through, and President Yoon closed his eyes and savored the tea.
“So, don’t create weaknesses like this.”
Putting down the teacup, President Yoon finally raised his head and met eyes with Doha.
“I’ll return the same words to President.”
“…….”
The moment someone fixates on something, weaknesses are inevitably created. A fish that freely roamed the sea, unable to resist curiosity, could end up as a fish on the chopping board once it came out of the water. The two were thinking the same thing.
Doha’s unchanging cold expression toward his mother, which had always been consistent, seemed to waver for a moment but quickly returned to its original state.
“I’ll think there won’t be a next time and leave now.”
Doha, who spoke without any frills, turned around. Although he felt eyes on his back, he didn’t stop and opened the door.
“The conversation seems to be over.”
The person he faced was Surin.
“Since it’s lunchtime, and the place is a restaurant, shall we have lunch?”
Having waited outside leaning against the wall as if she had been waiting for a long time, Surin straightened her posture and asked. Her two legs under the snug H-line skirt looked slender.
Even when urged to have a meal, Doha, with a stern expression, did not relax and responded firmly.
“Don’t act like this next time.”
“It’s just a meal. Why are you reacting so sensitively?”
Mixing honorifics and casual language when speaking to Doha was a long-standing habit of Surin. This way of speaking was the result of both a rebellion against Doha, who always erected walls, and a desire to get closer to him.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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