Having finally extracted a promise from Haeyeon, Dohoon laughed loudly and moved to another table. Dohoon, who left, looked truly ridiculous, leaving Yunseo managing her expression and Haeyeon lost in deep thought.
Dohoon, causing confusion between the two, and then leaving to drink, looked truly irritating.
“With things turning out like this, just come home once, as my husband suggests.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea.”
Yunseo genuinely thought that it didn’t matter.
“By the way, why did you come here?”
Turning the cocktail glass in her hand continuously, Yunseo asked.
Yunseo was wearing an elegant one-piece dress. The inconspicuous gray dress was slightly longer, covering her calves. It might seem excessively neat, but the red belt around her waist, perhaps because of it, stood out remarkably.
The red belt created a contrast with the simple dress, maximizing the effect. Moreover, the cocktail in Yunseo’s hand, with a distinct red color, served as a focal point. Perhaps Yunseo paid attention even to the color of the cocktail in her hand.
“Really, it’s not like I wanted to talk about golf clubs with my husband.”
“….”
When Yunseo slightly turned her wrist, the red liquid drew a circle, suddenly stopped, and created ripples with a swish.
“Well, it seems like Kir wanted to drink.”
Haeyeon’s response, coming at the end of the silence, was that Kir was a wine cocktail in Yunseo’s hand, and Haeyeon’s hand shaking off the shoulder had no glass.
Cocktails here could be obtained from waiters carrying trays, and they continued to move. Even if Haeyeon came to Yunseo’s table, it meant she couldn’t get a cocktail called Kir.
And both Yunseo and Haeyeon were well aware of that.
“…There are a lot of people talking about cocktails today.”
Yunseo had a reason to think so. Haeyeon’s words that Kir wanted to drink reminded her of the previous conversation with Dohoon. In other words, it meant that Haeyeon’s words weren’t very pleasing to Yunseo.
“Is that so? But since the waiter left, I guess I can’t drink.”
Yunseo was puzzled. She hadn’t come here to taste the cocktail she was holding in her hand, and yet Haeyeon maintained the concept until the end.
It was when the two concealed their true feelings and faced each other.
“Oh, then how about a Manhattan?”
A captivating voice that could enchant people just by hearing it.
“How about it, Miss Min Haeyeon? I brought another one for you to taste,”
Soo Rin, dressed in a stark contrast to Haeyeon with a black velvet halter neck long dress, looked more dazzling today. The upper body frontally revealed nothing except the arms, but the gathered hair on one side coolly displayed her open back without any restraint.
The style that might feel somewhat stuffy from the front was split from just below the hips to the hem of the dress, stimulating the gaze. Instead of giving any specific points, the part of the fabric wrapped around the neck and the revealed back were adorned with jewels, adding brilliance.
Undoubtedly the most eye-catching at the banquet hall was Surin, who embodied the charm of Femme Fatale. However, Haeyeon was more focused on Surin’s hands. As she had said, a Manhattan in each smooth porcelain-like hand was presented.
“Oh, thank you, Miss Lee Surin.”
Haeyeon lifted the corner of her mouth gently and received the cocktail from Surin, taking a sip. When it touched her tongue, it had the fiery taste of whiskey, but as it slid smoothly down her throat, it carried a softness and sweetness.
Even with just the taste of this cocktail, it vividly demonstrated how much attention Chairman Yoon Myung-gil had paid to this founding anniversary party.
“Is it good?”
The three of them were not in the mood for casual everyday conversation. So Haeyeon, instead of immediately responding to Surin’s words, chose to wait, and as expected, a laughter-filled voice followed.
“To create this taste, you need high-quality ingredients and a skilled bartender.”
Unconsciously, Haeyeon squinted her eyes. There was no reason for Surin to compliment her on the completion of the party. It was utterly unclear what intention was behind her words.
“A Manhattan looks like a sunset and a sun because of its color and the cherry inside.”
“Thank you. Listening to your kind explanation, I think I can enjoy the cocktail more.”
“No, what I mean is that even with only one of high-quality ingredients or a skilled bartender missing, this taste cannot be achieved.”
Surin, who spoke kindly, slowly sipped her own cocktail. The movement was very slow, probably because she was making eye contact with Haeyeon while drinking.
Only then did Haeyeon understand the meaning of Surin’s words and chuckled. It was a fresh explanation that, as a match for someone like Doha with his background and abilities, one needs an equally suitable partner.
With neither a good background nor a high social status, Haeyeon was not only unsuitable as Doha’s partner but also a burden. Such a refreshing explanation. Haeyeon’s smile deepened.
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
