In any case, the power was in Chairman Park’s hands. Considering the long relationship with Chairman Oh of HanSong Group, it wouldn’t look very nice to keep an unpleasant picture for too long.
“Fine. Go this time and we’ll see how you behaved.”
With a reluctant consent, SunYoung’s initially pale face instantly brightened.
“Thank you, Chairman! Thank you!”
“If you’re done talking, get out of here now.”
Despite the cold rejection, SunYoung’s face never lost its smile.
Only after SunYoung had left did Chairman Park’s gaze shift to the precious object.
Even to her eyes, accustomed to all sorts of luxuries, it was indeed a valuable item. It was undoubtedly difficult to obtain, even with money.
“You must have pushed yourself a bit.”
Mumbling to herself, Chairman Park called for the female head of the house. The middleaged woman who quickly ran at the call was taken aback.
“My goodness! Such a precious thing.”
“Take it and make something eatable without letting Jung Hyuk notice.”
“Goodness. We’re not running a business for just a day or two, I’ll make it just as you wish, don’t worry. Speaking of which, our young master needs to get married soon. Have this and what will you do with the long nights. Ho ho ho.”
“Hmph! You certainly do have a mouth!”
At the sharp scolding, the lady of the house closed her mouth.
While looking at the unfamiliar exterior of the building, Da Jung blinked her eyes, not understanding why.
“Why are we here, senior?”
After work, she followed Do Jun, who said he had somewhere to go, only to find out it was unexpectedly a wedding shop.
Thinking that it was a place unrelated to her, Da Jung, who had been looking at Do Jun in wonder, asked hesitantly.
“Senior, are you getting married?”
“Well, it seems difficult right away unless you’re going to be the bride?”
At the direct joke, Da Jung gave a light laugh.
“You’re something, senior.”
“There’s the commemorative event for Myung Han Distribution’s new business venture tomorrow. We’re both partners whether we like it or not, so I think we need to have the basic outfits.”
Partners? Da Jung cocked her head.
“We’re partners, so a clean suit should do, right?”
“What are you talking about? Didn’t you see it written on the invitation that it’s a banquet party?”
Feeling awkward, Da Jung scratched her cheek. She had only checked the date and time of the event, and hadn’t looked into the additional details.
Only then did Da Jung’s face become a bit complex.
“It’s not like the party in the movies, is it?”
No, it was.
Watching the people march in led by personal shoppers, Da Jung couldn’t close her mouth.
Tens of glamorous dresses hung on the large hanger were delivered right in front of Da Jung. It was a scene you would only see in a movie.
The place, known as a famous wedding shop, reportedly handles not only dresses for general parties and events but also men’s tuxedos.
Da Jung was dumbfounded. Da Jung, who was far from marriage, would never have come to such a place.
If an ordinary person wears a dress, it would probably be only at a wedding, and it felt strange to be at such a place with Do Jun.
Unlike Da Jung, who was just sitting quietly on the sofa and looking around, Do Jun was proactive. He carefully chose the dress for Da Jung.
Being an architect himself and influenced by his artist mother, Do Jun had a fine and excellent aesthetic sense.
“Firstly, this one, and this one, and this one. Let’s try these three for now.”
The dresses chosen by Do Jun were all ivorytoned, only differing in design.
As soon as he made his decision, women in neat uniforms flocked in and surrounded Da Jung.
“Wa, wait! Se, senior, I!”
Da Jung was taken into the dressing room as if she was abducted.
Returning to the residence, Jung Hyuk headed towards the private elevator. Min, the manager who had gone ahead, promptly pressed the call button and extended something towards him.
“Executive Director, this was sent from your home.”
The object wrapped in gold silk cloth was in the form of a rectangle. Without a thought, Jung Hyuk accepted the cloth and boarded the elevator.
“Then, have a pleasant evening!”
The sight of Min, the manager, bending at the waist to bid him farewell disappeared behind the closing doors.
After trudging into the house, Jung Hyuk set down the wrapped object on the islandstyle dining table and headed towards the dressing room.
After a while, he came back in a bathrobe, his wet hair covered with a towel, and opened the fridge.
He took out a can of beer, turned around and the golden silk cloth caught his eye.
Upon unwrapping the cloth, a threetiered box, which had been given a blacklacquer finish and thus had a subtle gloss, revealed itself.
Opening the lid and checking the contents, Jung Hyuk’s eyebrows slightly lifted. They were dumplings, the signature dish of the madam of the house, his favorite.
The thin dumpling skin, transparent enough to see the inside, the delicately pleated folds, were enough to know they were the work of the madam of the house.
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
