Grudgingly accepting the crappy request to record something, Hye Won moved.
On top of her already busy first day in the executive office, when was she supposed to make time for recording?
“Ah, Deputy Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
Remembering the tasks she had to do, she hurriedly tried to leave the executive office. In the short time she was organizing her schedule in her head, she didn’t hear Tae Beom calling her.
She thoughtlessly opened the door, but suddenly it slammed shut.
Startled, Hye Won turned around. Tae Beom was standing uncomfortably close, and she hadn’t realized he had approached.
Unable to understand why the express train had chased her, she tilted her head.
Why? Do you want to get hit first?
Hye Won clenched her eyes shut and then opened them.
“Deputy Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
“Yes, Director.”
A clean wood scent emanated from him.
“You don’t even listen when someone’s calling you.”
The second time she smelled it, the wood scent felt a bit deeper and more profound.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t hear!”
Surprised by the scent that rushed in, Hye Won unknowingly raised her voice.
With nowhere to retreat, she stepped back. Bang, she bumped the back of her head into the closed door.
Seeing her tense face, Tae Beom scanned Hye Won’s face. On second thought, he had no idea why he had suddenly stood up.
“Try calling me one more time. Then I might have heard…”
“Are you talking to me?”
“No, no. I’m talking to myself.”
Staring at Hye Won, who seemed to have stopped thinking and was just blurting out words, he was up close. The powdery scent of iris that was familiar to Tae Beom’s nose bloomed from her body.
It felt as if a flower with a warm and sweet scent was fluttering around a tree in a flock.
Tae Beom, who had exhaled a long breath for a moment at the weak and elegant floral scent, looked at Hye Won’s eyes, which were becoming rounder.
Ah. He should say something.
“Deputy Manager Yoon Hye Won.”
No matter how many times he called, her name was still not familiar to him.
“Yes, Director.”
“Report the progress of the inauguration ceremony. In an hour.”
“Ah… Yes. Understood.”
The tense Hye Won’s shoulders dropped. He wondered if he had chased someone trying to leave the room just to say this.
No. It was rather a relief.
“My inauguration ceremony is tomorrow. Get a grip.”
“Yes! Understood!”
For a moment, they were tamed by each other’s scent.
As she replied in a loud voice, Tae Beom took a step back.
“If you’re done talking, may I leave now?”
As a sign of permission, Tae Beom slowly closed and opened his eyes.
Upon seeing this, Hye Won quickly exited the room. She had disappeared, but the lingering scent she left behind remained.
Tae Beom, who had been standing still, looking at the closed door, turned around, rubbing his chin.
It was momentary, but I had to erase the strange energy that scraped through me.
“If you make even a small mistake at this inauguration of Ha Tae Beom, I’ll send you away using it as an excuse.”
Whew. It’s my inauguration, and I don’t understand why he’s the one I’m worried about.
Making a mistake was a concern, not making a mistake was also a concern, Tae Beom let out a long sigh.
Thanks to a strange spy, he had a headache in many ways.
The day of the stressful executive inauguration dawned for everyone.
Tae Beom chose his suit with a little more care than usual.
The jacket, designed with a wide lapel, tightly held Tae Beom’s solid upper body. The custom suit, created with the utmost care of the craftsman, was not just about expressing simple elegance but also directed the image of the wearer.
The curve that starts from both sides of the chest and extends to the hips was not a mood that anyone could create. It perfectly restrained the body, but it was made without any discomfort.
Tae Beom, who was rotating his arm to check the flexibility of the armhole part, stood in front of the mirror. He looked carefully while lifting his chin obliquely to finally check if the shaving was done well.
Touching his chin with his fingertips, he looked into the mirror endlessly.
Tae Beom, who was looking into the mirror leisurely, seemed to be alone, but that was not the case.
Hye Won, who had come to Tae Beom’s house from the morning and had been standing far behind, drew her lips down long.
“Good. The shave is very well done.”
He’s drunk.
“Perfect.”
He’s drunk on his face.
The mood of a superior gravel who was happy about his welldone shave was visible.
Hye Won, who put on slippers, wriggled her toes. She was half asleep and half awake today, obeying the superior’s annoying command to come home from the dawn.
She read files until her throat fell asleep doing recordings at dawn.
She had probably slept for two hours. She had taken a taxi to arrive early, and the superior gravel was just washed.
Feeling her eyelids as heavy as a thousand kilograms, Hye Won put her energy into it.
Whether it was compensation for sweat or nonsense, if she could break up with that annoying gravel at this moment, she felt like she could do anything.
“Is everything ready?”
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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