Kang Hyun, who was enduring the chill stubbornly, was quickly embraced by Jian before she could take off his coat.
“This is warmer.”
Jian’s heart swelled in his tight embrace before settling back.
There was something different about wrapping Kang Hyun in the coat.
It felt more profound, more deeply entwined.
Buried in Kang Hyun’s embrace, the beating of his heart echoed from his chest to her ears.
Her own heart pounded just as loudly, probably reaching him too.
“Vice President, you spoke my confession for me, so I couldn’t say anything.”
After a while, Jian spoke up, nestled quietly in his arms.
Though he had realized it first, she still wanted to express her wildly fluttering feelings properly.
“Say what you want.”
“I also…”
Gathering her resolve but still nervous, she took a deep breath.
“I really like you, Vice President.”
Finally having voiced her long-contemplated confession, Jian closed her eyes tightly and rubbed her forehead against the soft sweater.
With their bodies closely aligned, Kang Hyun’s arms wrapped around Jian’s waist and shoulder. He exhaled white breaths and murmured softly.
“A happy illusion.”
Being with her as a lover, until her memory returned, was no different than the fleeting illusion before the flame of a matchstick goes out.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon] [Star Icon]The noisy siren of the tow truck whirred as it busily moved around, clearing the accident in the tunnel, and the road opened up.
Jian could only take off the thick outerwear after reaching the gas station with the tow truck’s help.
Nevertheless, the thick snow remained, necessitating slow progress akin to a bicycle’s speed, with frequent brakes and holding hands each time they stopped.
It was just like a couple who had just started dating.
“Vice President, your hands are still cold.”
How much must he have frozen for the intense heat of the blower to seem ineffective.
“Try your best to warm them.”
Though Jian was worried her fingertips might tremble with excitement, she bravely nodded and vigorously rubbed Kang Hyun’s hands, now enveloped in hers.
Awareness was truly frightening.
Before Kang Hyun confidently claimed his affection for her, Jian had overlooked everything that now stimulated her senses.
His pale skin was a bit dry, his fingers long and beautiful, the veins on his hands sometimes twitched.
The bridge of his nose stood tall from the side view, and his lips slanted slightly whenever he hit the brakes.
Even the scent of Han Seo Yoon, seemingly ingrained in him and his car, felt particularly intense today.
Knowing he liked her didn’t erase Seo Yoon from existence, and it still bothered her.
It would take time to fully disentangle the case of the traffic accident.
“Jian.”
“…Yes?”
Jian, ruminating on her inseparable connection with Seo Yoon, felt her jaw drop listlessly.
Just hearing her name called in that low voice, without the honorific, felt unfamiliar.
“Why did you like me?”
“Uh…”
Caught off-guard by the question, Jian struggled to gather her thoughts.
There were many inexplicable reasons for her liking Kang Hyun.
From the beginning, the name Tae Kang Hyun itself made her heart flutter, and seeing him eat cold meals made her feel a sinking sensation.
Her heart, rattling as if afflicted by some illness, was also a problem.
She felt pity, sadness, and inexplicable tears, constantly drawn to him, uneasy if she couldn’t fulfill his wishes.
While her feelings deepened as Kang Hyun repeatedly saved and showed kindness to her, the beginning was undoubtedly involuntary.
Unable to explain the reasons, she chose a more generic response.
“You’re handsome and tall.”
“Ah, appearance.”
“You’re kind and a good person. How could I not like a man who’s always around me?”
“I did hang around a lot, didn’t I?”
Kang Hyun let out a short laugh.
“You might not know everything about me.”
“And I might not know everything about myself.”
“Do I always seem like a person in your eyes?”
With the car stopped, Jian’s gaze drifted down to the snow-covered ground, swirling with self-mockery.
“Of course. Who says you’re not human, Vice President? Did that amoeba reporter say that? I really need to meet him. I’ve disliked him from the start.”
Jian frowned, recalling a journalist from the secretarial office who always spouted new nonsense every time he called.
Just thinking about that person’s voice raised a flush of anger in her, prompting her to roll down the car window halfway to let in the cold air.
“What are you going to do when you meet him?”
“I should slap him hard!”
Jian spread her small hand wide and whooshed it through the air.
She knew violence was bad, but compared to the verbal insults the journalist spewed, a slap seemed too mild.
One, two, three slaps!
Pretending her hand was a ping-pong paddle, she waved it enthusiastically, feeling somewhat relieved even though she wasn’t actually hitting anyone.
“Pfft!”
After cooling down enough and rolling the car window back up, Jian was startled by a leaking air sound and fluttered her eyelids.
In the car with just the two of them, there was no way that sound could come from anywhere else but herself.
Jian turned her head towards Kang Hyun, her mouth still slightly agape in surprise.
Could it be?
“Vice President, did you just…”
Did Tae Kang Hyun just laugh?
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
