Jeong Haegin, she was a distraction Tae-hong found hard to ignore while working on documents. Annoyed, he set his pen down and leaned deeply back in his chair.
Interlacing his fingers behind his head, he noticed the bandage still on his hand.
“Jeong Haegin,” he murmured.
Deep in thought, Tae-hong stretched out his long arm to open the bottom drawer. Inside was a file containing Haegin’s resume.
Strictly speaking, it was more of a personal profile than a resume. Although he hadn’t seen her formal resume, wondering if there was any credibility to Juntae’s ‘parachute’ accusation.
He had his own secret informants. A call was all it took to get any information. Surely, this was more credible.
He had received it but hadn’t read it yet. There wasn’t much interest, and information is always good to have in excess.
Yet, in just two days, Tae-hong found himself slightly intrigued by Haegin. What he had thought was just a trivial ‘parachute’ was now showing signs of possibly hitting him in the back of the head with her prompt and sharp actions.
He needed to be certain, so he unfolded the documents.
A confident introduction, eyes carefully selecting clothes, a face full of worry for his injury, and her cheeks reddening when they were close. Various expressions of hers quickly flickered through his mind.
She was the daughter of Jeong Hanseong, the president of Sion Company. He vaguely remembered his father mentioning Sion, run by an old friend. Not paying much attention, he only had a faint memory.
So, Haegin is the daughter of his father’s friend? Despite being a parachute, it was an amusing connection. No wonder her driving skills, shopping prowess, and knowledge of gourmet courses. A daughter who often swiped her father’s card.
He scoffed at the puzzle fitting together. Then, he remembered she had worked in the planning department at Sion.
There was an incident, a global hotel brand launched in Korea. Sion was the main company orchestrating the deal. They had tried to recruit the person responsible for this to Yeonchang but were unsuccessful.
What was it HR said then? She was the only woman in the planning team and wouldn’t budge. It made sense now; she wouldn’t have moved from her father’s company.
Jeong Haegin. A versatile talent. How should he handle her?
As he read the last line, Tae-hong’s gaze shifted back to Haegin’s photo.
“Now I see, that expression was just a mask.”
She might be a significant asset to Yeonchang if used correctly.
But the fact she was his father’s parachute bothered him most.
Haegin was checking the evening schedule when Byungsoo approached her. Deep in additional documents, she looked up only when Byungsoo tapped on the desk. He adjusted his cold, gold-framed glasses.
“Is the team leader busy?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not a big deal. Just that it’s been a while since we had a newbie in the strategic planning team.”
Counting a parachute as a new recruit was kind of him. Haegin nodded slightly in response.
“Since it doesn’t seem like the team leader will have free days, could you let me know when the earliest ending schedule is? We should at least have a modest welcoming for the newbie.”
Scanning the schedule, Haegin couldn’t yet tell which event might end early.
“Can I check and let you know? I’m not quite sure just from the schedule.”
Haegin looked uneasy. Byungsoo smiled, as if expecting her response.
“It’s possible. The team leader isn’t very fond of company dinners. We’re planning a small gathering among ourselves, so don’t feel pressured. Just pick a day when it seems like the schedule will end early.”
Byungsoo spoke slowly, giving a small smile before returning to his desk.
The team leader may handle a murderous schedule, but Haegin, who followed that schedule, also lacked personal time.
“Sigh, financial therapy is the only answer.”
Counting down to payday, Haegin focused on her work.
The last dinner schedule was simple and ended quickly. Sneaking a glance at Tae-hong, she hesitated.
“Um, team leader?”
Tae-hong, who had his eyes closed, opened them.
“Yes, what is it?”
His hoarse voice suggested he was tired.
“Is there a schedule this week that ends early in the evening?”
He tilted his head, puzzled. Haegin decided to come clean.
“I mean, I’m still not quite familiar with the work routines, so I’m having trouble gauging.”
She was frank. Tae-hong’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Actually, earlier, Manager Lee proposed organizing a company dinner.”
“A company dinner?”
Tae-hong’s brows raised slightly before settling back down.
“Is there a dinner I don’t know about?”
Oops, did I say something wrong? Haegin clamped her mouth shut, and Tae-hong gently coaxed her to continue.
“I’m not angry, go on.”
Having already spilled the beans, Haegin explained the situation. Tae-hong listened calmly and then nodded slowly.
“Manager Lee must think highly of you, Haegin.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“Exactly. What kind of welcome party for doing nothing?”
With an indifferent look, Tae-hong swiped through his phone. Haegin bowed her head at his sharp retort.
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
