Afraid of losing Su Hee getting on the elevator, Chul Yong quickly followed behind.
The elevator doors closed and Chul Yong poured out information that was not particularly interesting to Su Hee.
“Even President Han seems to have come to Paris for business. President Han is also leaving in three days.”
Seung Jo, who had acquired Studio Green this time, was also the president of the FL fashion mall.
At the same time, he owned the largest boutiques in Apgujeong and Cheongdam.
It seemed that his visit to Paris today was not due to the production company, but due to the fashion company.
“Really? With the production work and company work, it must be busy.”
Su Hee sulked at the uninteresting story.
Chul Yong carefully observed Su Hee’s reaction and spoke.
“Did you read all the scripts given by the president then?”
The unreadable script was carefully tucked away in the TV drawer.
“I read it.”
Chul Yong’s face quickly flushed.
“How was it? Is there a character you want to play? Shall I schedule a meeting?”
“I wasn’t very drawn to it.”
“What? Not a single work?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to do a single work.”
Chul Yong opened his mouth as if he couldn’t believe it at all.
Despite Chul Yong’s piercing gaze, Su Hee could only stare straight ahead.
She knew she couldn’t avoid this forever, but there was nothing Su Hee could do right now.
“I’ll take a break today since the shooting is tomorrow.”
Without giving Chul Yong a chance to speak, Su Hee stepped out of the elevator as soon as the door opened.
Not far from the elevator was the room where Su Hee was staying.
When she brought the card key to the door lock, the locked door unlocked.
When she opened the door and stepped inside, the first thing she saw through the round window was the Eiffel Tower.
Su Hee lay down on the bed as if she were collapsing with Paris at night behind her.
She tried to curl up to catch some sleep, but soon woke up.
Her body was exhausted, but as always, sleep did not come.
“I should at least eat dinner.”
She got up from the bed thinking that filling up her empty stomach might bring sleep.
And she took her cell phone, wallet, and card key from her handbag and left the hotel.
The streets of Paris at night were lit by densely packed streetlights.
There was no need to wear a hat, as people walking the streets showed no interest in Su Hee.
As she passed the Arc de Triomphe and entered a street full of shops, it was bustling with even more people.
It was just as Su Hee, looking for a place to eat dinner, paused for a moment.
A man walking from behind bumped into Su Hee’s shoulder.
Her body swayed to the side from the somewhat strong force.
“Ah.”
Even though he must have heard the moan, the man didn’t even look at her and passed Su Hee by.
The handbag that had been slung over her shoulder slipped off her arm and fell to the ground.
And the lipstick and foundation that should have been inside rolled on the floor.
As Su Hee, who was surprised, was about to bend down hurriedly, a man suddenly appeared.
“Check if your wallet and phone are inside.”
The Korean man who suddenly appeared picked up the handbag for Su Hee.
Upon his words, she hurriedly opened her handbag, but none of the items that should be inside were visible.
When she opened the bag’s entrance, the bottom part was torn straight.
“Did you get pickpocketed?”
“Yes… I can’t believe it.”
It was the person she had bumped into earlier.
She lifted her gaze, which had been fixed on the handbag, and stared at the white man who was gradually distancing himself.
The white man turned his body, looked at Su Hee, then took out a wallet from his pocket and waved it.
“My wallet.”
“Hey!”
The man who had helped Su Hee ran after the white man, calling out to him.
The white man, as if challenging them to catch him, hopped on the spot then promptly backpedaled.
Su Hee, who couldn’t just stand by and watch, threw her torn handbag away and followed after him.
But because she had happened to be wearing heels, she couldn’t help but fall behind.
Chasing the pickpocket mindlessly, she unknowingly passed through the crowded stores and ventured into a dark street.
The pickpocket disappeared from sight while Su Hee, who had been running nonstop, took a moment to catch her breath.
The man who had been ahead of her stopped, turned around, and approached the lagging Su Hee.
“Are you okay?”
“Are you okay? What about the pickpocket?”
The man scratched his head vigorously and then shrugged.
“I’m sorry. I lost him.”
Su Hee, who couldn’t hide her sigh, let out a long breath.
“Oh, no. Thank you for helping me.”
Only then did Su Hee look back at the path she had come.
A gloomy intersection. She couldn’t even tell what was at the other end.
With few streetlights, the place looked like the backside of Paris.
It seemed like no one would know if something happened here.
She momentarily felt cold and goosebumps ran up her arms.
She intuitively thought that she should get out of this place quickly.
“It’s getting late. I should go.”
As she was about to hurriedly turn around, the man abruptly grabbed Su Hee’s arm.
The fingers wrapped around her wrist were tightly holding her, preventing her from escaping.
“So you’re just going to say thank you?”
At the man’s smirking smile, Su Hee’s face hardened like she had been hit by a cold wind.
“You, you were with that guy earlier.”
She hadn’t thought that the pickpocket was the white man, and therefore a part of the same gang.
Moreover, since I had met this Korean in a foreign country, I unknowingly developed trust.
However, this man used it to drag Su Hee into a desolate place.
“Do you realize it’s too late now?”
Su Hee tried to shake off the man’s hand wrapped around her arm.
Then the man yanked Su Hee and tried to swing her around at his will.
“Aren’t you going to let go?”
“If I let go, you’ll run away.”
For a moment, the man’s eyes wickedly glinted.
“Just play with me for a bit. I’ll take you to the hotel I’m staying at later.”
“If you don’t let go right now, I’m going to report this!”
Despite mustering her voice with all her might, the man only snorted.
‘Please, anyone, help me. I’ll repay you for my entire life. Please, please!’
Even after quickly scanning her surroundings, she couldn’t see a single human figure.
“You don’t even have a wallet or a phone anyway.”
“…..”
“Where are you going to go, who are you going to call?”
Just as the man was about to forcibly hold Su Hee, who was pulling her body back.
Thud
The man in front of her eyes vanished instantly with a dull sound.
The man who took a hit to the face groaned as he was spread flat on the ground.
As soon as the hand of the man who was grabbing her arm fell, someone hugged Su Hee’s shoulder.
Su Hee lifted her chin due to the rough breathing that messed up her hair.
“There’s someone who can help.”
Han Seung Jo.
It was this man again.
In dreams, in Seoul, in Paris.
The man who had not left her mind in the past few days.
“I guess you didn’t consider this variable.”
But why do I feel relieved as soon as I see this man?
His chest, which was heavily panting on Su Hee’s back due to running in such a hurry, touched and dropped repeatedly.
“Are you okay? Where are you hurt?”
Seung Jo set Su Hee in front of him and scanned her from head to toe.
Su Hee, who was deeply engrossed in thought, did not hear Seung Jo’s question.
‘Ah……. I just promised to repay whoever saves me for my entire life.’
I wonder if I’ll be punished if I don’t keep the promise.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
