“Senior, let’s open that envelope[long dash] let’s see how much Senior Manager spent on kka-kka.”
“As much as you want.”
Manager Jang didn’t stop them, and everyone in the Design Team was wide-eyed at the amount that came out of the envelope.
“This is what real flex is.”
At the manager’s words, there were requests from here and there to take leave.
Laughter filled the office.
“Wow……”
Min-ah, who was doing the dishes, looked blankly at the suitcase in front of the front door with water running at 5 p.m.
It was two large suitcases containing the luggage of the three people who would board the plane at 5 p.m.
“Min-ah, can’t you snap out of it?”
“…”
Eun-jo, who was eating fruit with Da-on, raised her voice, but it seemed unheard.
The three, having finished a late lunch, were waiting for the time. Byung-hyun’s secretary was scheduled to take them to the airport.
“Min-ah!!”
“Auntie! You should save water!”
Only after Da-on joined in did Min-ah, who had locked the tap, take off her rubber gloves. However, holding a dry towel, she repeated the same words.
“…The more I think about it, the more amazing it is.”
“Mom, Auntie seems to be dreaming. I’m so excited too! I bragged to Chaerin that we’re taking a plane.”
“Really? What did Chaerin say?”
“Um… Chaerin said she didn’t want to ride again. It was difficult for her because she had to sit in a chair without moving. Mom, but there are four of us, right? Then how much does it cost? It must be really expensive.”
Da-on’s gaze lingered on the baby items that Choi Jang-mi had prepared, somehow knowing about it. The gifts prepared by the junior, for some reason, ranged from very small newborn shoes to cute-sized clothes that could be worn by a doll. The contents were diverse, with colors and designs that didn’t depend on gender, showing a considerable attention to detail.
“Yoon Da-on, we’re taking the plane that Grandma Janice owns, right?”
Min-ah, who approached the two and sat down, had a smile on her face.
“Yes, then do we not need money?”
“Of course. And you can run around on the plane. Of course, Mr. Pilot has to give permission. Still, amazing!”
“…?”
With a look that asked if the child was serious, Eun-jo looked at Da-on.
“Running around might be a bit dangerous, but it will be wider and more comfortable than other planes. Isn’t Mr. Kyle’s car more comfortable than Mom’s car?”
“…That’s right.”
Ki, Seung, Jeon, Kyle[dash]Da-on, with the trip approaching, suddenly mentioned Jaeha’s name.
Eun-jo quickly asked Da-on an attention-grabbing question.
“There will be people other than the one piloting on the plane. Do you remember how you should greet them when you see them for the first time?”
“Hello, nice to meet you.”
After the child said in a gruff manner, Min-ah stroked his head.
“Sister, does that make sense to ask such a basic question? Right, Da-on? Our puppy is good at English. Uh[dash]Give me juice, not water[dash]try it.”
“Please give me juice! Not water! I don’t like juice!”
“You must be sleepy, Da-on.”
“Not sleepy! I’m not sleepy!! I hate you, Auntie, no English!”
“Amazing!”
The child was indeed sleepy, and Min-ah was just excited. Leaving the two humming, Eun-jo carried the empty plates and headed to the kitchen.
And she thoroughly inspected the inside and outside of the house, which would be left vacant for a long time.
It felt like the child was eagerly entering even though they hadn’t arrived in New York yet.
About 3 hours later, Gimpo Business Aviation Center (SGBAC).
As Min-ah said, ‘a place where ordinary people never go in their lifetime,’ Eun-jo’s family arrived there.
The state-of-the-art terminal with exclusive facilities suitable for corporate executives or global stars was quite different from Incheon International Airport.
As it was not a place for ordinary travelers, it was so quiet that it felt almost chilly, and it took less than 10 minutes to complete the departure screening.
As the three family members emerged from the boarding gate, unfamiliar faces approached them.
“Hello, are you Mr. Yoon Eun-jo? Your family, right?”
A woman who looked Korean approached Eun-jo with a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Seo-yeon, here to assist with translation.”
“Hello.”
Kim Seo-yeon began the introduction naturally to Eun-jo, who seemed a bit taken aback.
“This person here is Captain Mr. Newman, here is Co-Captain Mr. Cruise, Flight Attendant Mrs. Abbas, and…,”
The elderly gentleman standing at the back stepped forward and extended his hand.
[Pleased to meet you, I’m Chris Bomar.]“Hello, nice to meet you, Mr.”
Pushing aside the silent sisters, Da-on confidently greeted Mr. Bomar, even shaking his hand.
[So, you’re Da-on. Cute and smart, just as Janice said. Nice to meet you.]“…?”
“Janice Grandma said Da-on is a cute and smart child. Mr. Bomar agrees with that.”
When the interpreter quickly conveyed the information, the clever child immediately understood the situation.
“Ask how long we have to wait to meet Mr. Kyle!”
Before Eun-jo could intervene, Kim Seo-yeon asked the captain, and the answer came back immediately.
[If there’s nothing unusual, about 10 hours?]10 hours…
Feeling dizzy, Eun-jo held onto Min-ah’s arm.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
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…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
