“I hope our Bomi does everything she wants and lives happily. Don’t give up on the most precious thing like your mother did.”
Those were the words Bomi’s mother Autumn said to her. What did her mother give up?
“The actions of NaRae Creative will never favor DoWon Group.”
“Words from President Han Bomi.”
If you exclude education, connections, and blood ties from Korean society, what remains? It was an undeniable fact that even Jae-kyung, with the title of Chairman’s grandson, followed a faster promotion course than others. If it were someone else, they might have overlooked it, but it directly involved President Hwang Min-jun…
“Do I have to believe it without any evidence?”
President Han Bomi was unlucky.
“I received the tea well.”
Jae-kyung greeted coldly and stood up from his seat.
“Wait a moment, Director Jung Jae-kyung! You can’t leave like this!”
Bomi hurriedly got up to catch Jae-kyung, but he coolly avoided her. The hand that had nowhere to go floundered in the air, awkwardly twisted.
“Ah!”
How embarrassing. She couldn’t lift her head due to shame. Jae-kyung’s arm around her waist stimulated Bomi’s sense of humiliation.
“…”
“How long do you expect this to last?”
Bomi pressed her hand against the arm wrapped around her waist and rose to her feet.
“Five years ago, he was unconscious, lying for a year, and suddenly recovered. He was almost like a living corpse…”
The year when Do Jaekyung was unconscious coincided with the period when Nakyung and Bomi spent time together. It was clear evidence that they were not the same person.
Nevertheless, her heart tingled with his scent, and thoughts of Nakyung kept coming back.
Snap out of it, Han Bomi. Now is not the time to think about him. If you don’t cling to Director Jung Jaekyung, NaRae Creative will end up on the streets.
With trembling hands, Bomi firmly held onto Jaekyung’s arm.
“President Han Bomi?”
“Director, please.”
“Let go.”
“No, I can’t.”
Bomi refused vehemently, looking up at Jaekyung.
“I will withdraw from this project, so please let President Hasuyoung and the other employees continue working.”
Ugh, this woman. Can she be trusted?
“The moment your heart weakens will be the moment of your death, just like your father’s.”
The desperate image of Bomi reminded her of what Lady Seong Yeonhee, her mother, had said.
Grandmother Yi Haeyeong aimed for the leadership of DoWon Group, viewing her daughter-in-law and grandson as thorns in her side. No one could be trusted…
Why is this woman…
“I will do anything I can.”
“Anything…”
Can she really do anything for the company? Jaekyung found a perverse interest in Bomi’s pitiful plea, devoid of pride.
“Can you promise?”
Jaekyung didn’t trust Bomi, but if he could have her on his side as a useful pawn, wouldn’t that be better?
“Yes. Tell me.”
A glimmer of light flashed in Bomi’s eyes. While waiting for Jaekyung’s words, she couldn’t take her gaze off his lips.
“Be mine.”
Bomi blinked her large eyes at his gentle tone, as if proposing to a lover.
Even though she knew it wasn’t that kind of meaning, her heart was pounding. As President Han Bomi, it was time to make the best choice to protect her precious things.
A week after starting work at DoWon Distribution, Bomi met Secretary Kim from the Strategic Planning Office at the entrance to her assigned office.
“Hello. Director Jung Jaekyung is waiting for you in the strategy planning office.”
“Yes. Hello.”
Thinking of what happened last weekend, Bomi responded with unease.
“The Director would like to meet President Han.”
“Yes. Now… huh? Where did all this go?”
Bomi was surprised to find that the belongings of NaRae Creative, which had been moved last week, had disappeared.
“We were told to unpack the belongings by the Director. You’ll receive an email notice to the employees. I have other errands, so I’ll leave now.”
“I’ll go to the director’s office right away.”
Leaving behind the awkward office and the bewildered NaRae Creative employees, she hurriedly moved her steps.
Wasn’t the last discussion concluded, and NaRae Creative’s employment secured?
In a world where there’s no one trustworthy… to believe in verbal promises just by looking at Jaekyung’s face.
She almost lost to Senior Jeong Hoon and almost lost even Imo’s house.
Han Bomi… this fool.
“I’m Han Bomi, the president of NaRae Creative. The director has called for me.”
“I’m sorry. Please wait a moment. A urgent guest has arrived.”
A secretary who looked like a pretty and young corporate newbie guided Bomi to a chair against the wall.
Although she wanted to storm in and question Jaekyung about what was going on, Bomi, as the representative of a company and in the name of collaboration with DoWon Group, had no choice but to endure.
Swallowing her anger, she swept her chest. To avoid being entangled with Jaekyung, she needed some form of mind control.
At times like this, think of Yeorumi.
Thinking of the round and chubby cheeks with tear marks, Bomi felt comforted. Her lips loosened slightly. The sound of the door opening reached her ears, and a middle-aged woman and a young woman, both elegantly dressed in black dresses, walked out. And, opening the door as if seeing them off, was none other than Jaekyung.
As Bomi’s eyes met with Jaekyung’s, she unconsciously straightened her back and stood up from her seat.
The young woman behind the middle-aged woman peered out. It was a woman Bomi knew too well.
Gayoung’s eyes sparkled like a hyena discovering prey.
“Han Bomi?”
“Do you know her?”
“I know her, but there’s no need for my mother to worry about her.”
With a sly voice, Gayoung spoke to Seong Yeonhee, Jaekyung’s mother.
“She was an orphan sponsored by Uncle.”
“President Hwang… did something inappropriate.”
In Yeonhee’s gaze upon seeing Bomi, a sense of wariness flickered.
“He picked up a helpless child and made her a concubine at our house.”
Gayoung continued to divulge information to Yeonhee in a triumphant voice.
Don’t. Don’t tell such things in front of him.
Bomi felt a miserable feeling emanating from Jaekyung’s unmoving black eyes.
“Your mother doesn’t have to worry too much. She was a girl picked up with nowhere to go, and Uncle probably pushed her into this collaboration. What did he give in return?”
Hearing Gayoung’s words and thinking about how Jaekyung might react, Bomi’s fingertips trembled and chilled.
“Miss Yeon Gayoung.”
Jaekyung called Gayoung in a low voice. Bomi’s heart thumped and sank at the thought of how Jaekyung might react to Gayoung’s words.
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.”
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