The woman moved. Each time she delicately took a step, the dress that covered her down to her toes fluttered slightly.
Then, did their eyes meet? Or rather, her glance casually missed his.
“Han Seung Yoon, Ms. Song Eun Chae. I will guide you this way.”
She looped her arm through Han Seung Yoon’s. They walked in as if they were a couple or even husband and wife.
A cold wind sliced through his skin just then. He couldn’t tell whether it was his skin or his heart that was stinging.
With a poker face, Ki Joo walked into the entrance. The inside, where the event was in progress, was already crowded.
He quickly pinpointed Song Eun Chae’s location amidst the crowd. She was in the center of the event, just about to pick up a glass of champagne.
Ki Joo stopped at a table at a reasonable distance from her. A waitress who seemed to be replenishing the depleted food was awkwardly giggling at his empty platitudes.
Instead of responding, he took a bite of the finger food topped with sliced fruit and chewed it. Then he took a sip of champagne, staring intently at Song Eun Chae.
He seemed to realize what he had lost.
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A defective product that was slightly off.
Eun Chae had thusly named Han Seung Yoon, who couldn’t focus on the artwork, let alone the social conversation.
She had tried to alert him several times in ways that others wouldn’t notice, but to no avail. As if he had left half his mind somewhere else.
In a formal event where there seemed to be thousands of judging eyes, this kind of behavior, even when he was admonishing him to behave properly for a smooth progression towards marriage, was too much. Especially considering he wasn’t even acting well, which was supposed to be his main field. No conscience.
In the end, Eun Chae grabbed a tissue and called out, “Mr. Seung Yoon.”
Seung Yoon, who had been staring somewhere blankly, turned around with a start.
At least he could focus, which was a relief.
In response to the question from Kang Myung Hyun, a rather authoritative figure in the art world, Seung Yoon consistently gave irrelevant answers. As a result, Myung Hyun fled the scene. And the cause of this still continued to ignore what was going on.
Eun Chae chose a shock therapy approach rather than listing all the procedures. She came closer, maintaining a sweet smile. Then, she wiped off the dirty sweat accumulated on his temples with the tissue she was holding and asked,
“Can’t you focus for a minute?”
“…What?”
Fortunately, her words seemed to have hit the mark. Despite wiping off all the sweat, Eun Chae kept rubbing Seung Yoon’s temple and said,
“Answering out of context is considered uncultured.”
At that, Han Seung Yoon’s face, even his neck, turned beet red.
“Ms. Song Eun Chae, what the hell is with that catchphrase…..”
Seung Yoon, who was speaking in a strangled voice, soon shut his mouth. He rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t act out because there were people watching.
“Let’s talk about this later.”
Barely saying that, he cleared his throat and left pretending to know someone nearby.
Thanks to him, the other side that had been hidden all along became visible. Like the curtain being lifted and the villain revealed.
Eun Chae’s eyes met those of a woman. The woman flinched as if surprised, but didn’t avoid her gaze.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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