Writer Gong blinked in confusion, seemingly scrambling in her mind to see if she had missed any news articles.
“No.”
Se Kyung’s reply left Writer Gong with a perplexed expression.
As far as she could recall, there hadn’t been any news about Se Kyung’s marriage or even a dating rumor.
Pregnant without marriage?
‘It seems like we’ve skipped a few steps here…’
“Well, yeah. One doesn’t need to be married to have a child. Life doesn’t always follow a set order. Things can happen unexpectedly.”
Director Cha, finally regaining his composure, spoke heartily. He grinned playfully.
“I didn’t know Se Kyung was seeing someone. Managing to meet without the journalists catching wind?”
“Seems like there’s not much interest in me.”
Se Kyung lightly retorted to Director Cha’s jest. Writer Gong, fiddling with her phone, then said to Se Kyung,
“It doesn’t seem like there’s any news about it yet. Are you planning to announce it soon?”
“Not right away. I plan to keep it hidden until the drama ends. No one else knows, except for you two here.”
“Why? You think we’ll leak it to the outside?”
“If I talk about it, it might affect the drama. But you two wouldn’t do that, would you?”
Her tone implied trust in them, causing Writer Gong to cough awkwardly.
“Well, it’s nice that you trust us, but you could have kept it to yourself. You don’t look pregnant at all.”
“I do want to keep it hidden for as long as possible. But you never know. Someone might see me going to the hospital. My lifestyle changes might also tip off people I work with.”
Se Kyung briefly recalled the day she dined with Ye Ryeong.
It had been a close call. Since that day, even with utmost caution, she feared her pregnancy might be revealed.
“I’ll be as careful as possible, but if news breaks during the drama’s airing, that would be problematic. I thought someone should know.”
“That makes sense. It’s better than being blindsided.”
Director Cha crossed his arms and nodded in agreement.
“Usually, people keep quiet about these things.”
“…”
“Se Kyung, you’re considerate. Thinking of us.”
“No, I just didn’t want my personal life to cause trouble…”
“That’s being considerate. If you hadn’t told us, how would we know? I’ve been through it a few times. It’s frustrating when issues arise and the person involved becomes unreachable.”
Remembering past incidents, Director Cha shuddered. As he shared his experience with Se Kyung, Writer Gong chuckled and looked at Tae Jo.
“I understand the situation. But are you sure it’s okay for us to know?”
“If it leaks, I’ll assume it came from one of you two.”
Writer Gong gave Tae Jo an awkward smile.
CEO Jin, even though he’s smiling, he looks like he won’t let it slide if we leak it.
“We’ll keep quiet until the drama ends. Today’s conversation will be forgotten as soon as we leave this room. And, though it shouldn’t happen, if the pregnancy gets revealed, please let CEO Jin handle it quickly. And let us know immediately.”
“I will.”
Satisfied with Writer Gong’s neat summary, Tae Jo nodded appreciatively.
Two days later, in a studio in Gangnam.
After finishing the first shoot and touching up her makeup, Se Kyung opened one eye. Je Hoon, watching Se Kyung, was sighing with a worried look.
“Sister, is your ankle okay?”
“Yeah. So far, so good.”
Se Kyung lifted her left foot slightly.
Just two days ago, after dinner at the hotel, Se Kyung noticed her left ankle was swollen when she got home.
After returning to the office and then going home, Tae Jo, noticing Se Kyung’s swollen ankle, even did a hot compress for her.
Thankfully, it wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t walk. Tae Jo catching her when she fell had limited the damage; otherwise, not only her leg but the baby might have been in danger.
“Would you like a hot compress pack if it’s uncomfortable to walk?”
“Maybe later. We’re about to start shooting, and my skin will get red now.”
“A bit of post-editing can take care of that. If it hurts, even for a moment, do it.”
As Se Kyung declined, Director Chae, who was touching up her makeup, chimed in.
“I saw that photo. Who was the person catching Se Kyung?”
Director Chae’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. She seemed to wonder if the man who left a red mark on Se Kyung’s back during the last photoshoot was the same person.
“It was our CEO.”
“The CEO? From Se Kyung’s agency?”
Se Kyung nodded affirmatively. Director Chae pouted her lips as if disappointed.
“I thought it was him.”
Him… that’s right.
Was it too much of a stretch to directly link her and the CEO?
“Alright, makeup’s done. Now go change.”
After finishing the makeup, Director Chae patted Se Kyung’s shoulder. Coming out of the changing room, Se Kyung heard the photographer’s booming voice.
“Let’s do it one more time!”
Another model’s photoshoot was in full swing in the studio.
As Se Kyung wobbled a bit, Je Hoon held her hand.
“Are you doing this in case you fall again?”
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
