“Don’t you know why you’re standing there? I can tell just by looking. Everyone here can, right?”
The others laughed again in response to her words.
“I’m saying this because I pity you. If you want to survive in this world, don’t think for yourself and don’t be stubborn. It makes life easier.”
She advised Yeoreum, slipping into informal speech.
“Really not taking it? My earring is worth at least three months of your salary.”
Looking down at the earring in front of her, Yeoreum remarked, “Wow, is it that expensive?”
“That’s right.”
“It must be valuable. Then I should take it.”
Yeoreum then extended both hands towards the secretary.
Relieved that the hassle was finally over, the secretary dropped the earring onto Yeoreum’s palm and turned away.
“Do you like it?”
As Yeoreum examined the earring closely, the lady asked.
“It’s pretty.”
“That’s what I said.”
“But it’s not my style.”
“What?”
“It’s too old-fashioned. Ah, so old-fashioned.”
The unexpected response made everyone in the store look at Yeoreum.
“Is this really a luxury brand?”
“What did you say?”
“Why is the craftsmanship so poor? That’s why the pearl fell out so easily. To me, this doesn’t look like a luxury brand. Are you sure you didn’t give me a fake?”
The manager, more astonished, replied, “What nonsense are you saying? That’s a luxury brand earring. But what would you know about luxury brands?”
“Really? But to me, it looks like a fake. I don’t want it. What if I brag about owning a luxury brand and it turns out to be a counterfeit?”
Yeoreum approached the sofa and offered the earring back to the lady.
“Well, if it’s not to your taste, I can’t help it.”
The lady’s annoyed gesture prompted her secretary to reach out to take it. Yeoreum placed the earring on the tip of the secretary’s palm.
Then the earring bounced off and fell to the floor again.
In her haste to pick it up, Yeoreum inadvertently stepped on the earring, breaking the intact decoration in half.
“Look, this is a fake!” Yeoreum exclaimed loudly.
But soon, noticing the incredulous stares from people around, she pretended ignorance and said, “Well, it can still be repaired and used, right?”
She picked up the broken earring and firmly handed it to the secretary.
Then she returned to her original place.
“Miss,” the manager, more embarrassed, looked for guidance from her.
“Well, if she doesn’t like it, nothing can be done. Manager Cha, throw it away.”
The secretary, too, with an annoyed look in her eyes at Yeoreum, approached the trash can at the counter and threw the earring away.
“Aren’t you going to repair and use it? It’s worth hundreds, isn’t it?” Yeoreum asked, pretending to be surprised.
“I don’t use things that have fallen on the ground.”
“So, you’re throwing it away not because it’s a fake?”
“What did you say?”
“That’s a fake, right? I’m right, aren’t I? Oh, I’m right, aren’t I? Otherwise, why would you throw away something worth hundreds?”
The lady’s beautiful face filled with annoyance.
“There’s nothing I like here today.”
She unfolded her legs and got up from the sofa.
“Oh, yes. Miss, please visit us again whenever you like.”
The manager, noticing her mood, quickly bowed her head.
The other employees did the same.
They followed the lady outside, bowing as they went.
“Miss, such a foolish maid. How can someone have eyes and still be so blind?” said the secretary as she walked down the corridor of the luxury store, looking back at the Bréwong store.
“Which household’s maid is she?”
“They said she’s from the Blue House.”
“As dumb as Kang Ha-eun, that maid.”
“Exactly.”
The two women sneered secretly as they walked away.
As soon as she returned to the store, the manager searched the trash can and retrieved the earring.
She looked triumphant for a moment but then turned to Yeoreum and said, “You were the one who said you didn’t want it.”
“Who’s arguing?”
The manager approached Yeoreum awkwardly and said, “You really are clueless.”
“What?”
“How can you survive in this field with no sense and such a lack of awareness? A fake? And standing there like a totem pole. Don’t you know how to bow your head?”
“You mean I should have bowed to that woman?”
“That woman? Oh, come on. Do you even know who she is?”
“Who is she?”
Exasperated, the manager said, “Miss Jin Haerin is the heiress of the Wonil Group.”
“The Wonil Group heiress?”
“Yes. She’s going to marry our CEO. Do you realize how big of a faux pas you’ve made? You completely ruined her mood.”
As if blaming Yeoreum for the lady leaving empty-handed, the manager looked displeased. The other two employees felt the same.
Tired of talking, the manager glanced at her watch and said, “I’m going to have lunch at the restaurant.”
“Go ahead.”
The manager left. The employees, pretending to tidy up the shoes, soon made excuses about needing the bathroom and left one by one, not returning. They emphasized to Yeoreum that there were surveillance cameras in the store.
No customers came in. It seemed like the quietest time for the store.
Alone in the empty store, Yeoreum took out her phone and began typing quickly.
Shortly after, a man with a large bag entered the store. He looked puzzled but asked Yeoreum, “Did you order a double portion of jajangmyeon (black bean noodles)?”
Yeoreum, smiling broadly, replied, “Yes, that’s me!”
“Here’s the newspaper you requested.”
Yeoreum took the newspaper offered by the man and spread it out on the floor of the store. As he took out the jajangmyeon (black bean noodles) and danmuji (pickled radish) from the bag, he asked with a puzzled expression, “Is it okay to eat here?”
The name of a Chinese restaurant from the department store’s food court was printed on the chopsticks wrapper, and he looked utterly baffled.
“Have you never ordered food at Bréwong before?”
While unwrapping the jajangmyeon, Yeoreum asked. “We’ve had employees eat here, but it’s the first time we’ve had such an order. I was unsure about it.”
“I see. Anyway, I’ll enjoy it.”
“Yes. Please enjoy your meal.”
Still looking perplexed, he finally bowed his head and left the store.
Yeoreum quickly mixed the jajangmyeon. The savory smell of the chunjang (black bean paste) and oil began to fill the entire store. Regardless, she wrapped the noodles around her chopsticks and took a big bite.
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…
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