Having received the business card, Mijoo hastily bid farewell and went up to her apartment.
After catching her breath for a moment, Mijoo slightly parted the window curtains to look outside. Siyoon was still standing in front of the car, arms crossed.
Noticing Mijoo, he uncrossed an arm and lightly waved in greeting.
Seeing his gesture, Mijoo quickly hid back inside.
“Why hasn’t he left yet?”
Peering out the window on a whim, she felt her heart race as if she had been caught spying on Siyoon, who was still standing in the same spot.
He waved his hand elegantly in greeting, but Mijoo was embarrassed that she had startled and hidden herself.
Leaning against the wall, Mijoo fiddled with the corners of the business card he had given her, ruminating on her own awkwardness.
She felt more disheartened by the thought of constantly updating her ’embarrassing history’ throughout the day.
She looked at the business card he had given her. It had ‘Professor of Business Administration at the State University’ printed on it, reminding her of a conversation she had with Jenny at the supermarket.
Jenny took out her phone from her pocket and showed her SNS.
A man was seriously examining a research paper with a pencil stuck in his ear.
He was only wearing a vintage T-shirt, but the photo left little to the imagination about his physique.
Mijoo looked back at the photo on the phone. No matter how much she looked, he didn’t seem like a professor. He looked young enough to be a student, but not like an ordinary one.
Not knowing him and thinking she’d never cross paths with such a person in her life, she lost interest and hurriedly filled her cart.
That the man in the photo was Siyoon, Mijoo felt like she was a clueless person who couldn’t recognize a famous star right in front of her.
Mijoo spent the night scouring the internet. Siyoon’s photos were spread all over SNS, making them easy to find.
Mijoo closed her phone with a bitter feeling, comparing him to her situation, only to pick it up again repeatedly.
As she did, her expression grew sterner. Her heart sank at the numerous comments under the photos.
[Comment] He’s totally my type. [Comment] Definitely looks gay. [Comment] Come hang out here.There were countless sexually suggestive remarks and inappropriate links.
Furthermore, there were unverified comments saying he wasn’t interested in women or that he was gay.
[Comment] If he doesn’t respond to this level of suspicion, does that mean he’s admitting he’s gay?Mijoo turned off her phone screen. She felt pained thinking how much Siyoon’s heart must have been hurt by all the ridicule and slander, and she couldn’t understand why she felt sympathy for his situation.
The next morning, Siyoon parked his car in front of Mijoo’s apartment and headed towards the 5th floor where she lived.
Standing at the door, Siyoon pressed Mijoo’s doorbell without hesitation. Soon, there was movement inside.
“It’s Siyoon Kim.”
The sounds of movement inside briefly stopped. But then the door cracked open, with the safety chain still on, revealing Mijoo’s face.
“It’s me.”
“Why are you here, Siyoon Kim?”
“You left your car with me and you’re not even curious?”
“Still, coming at this time!”
Mijoo closed the door, unfastened the safety chain, and opened it again.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?”
As soon as the door opened, Siyoon questioned her.
“You called?”
“I called three times. You didn’t answer, so I came up.”
Only then did Mijoo lightly tap her forehead with her clenched fist.
“Sorry. I went to the laundry room. Please, come in.”
Mijoo opened the door wide, gesturing Siyoon inside.
“Oh, the house is a mess.”
Realizing her mistake too late, Siyoon had already confidently walked past her into the house. Mijoo had no choice but to follow him inside after closing the door.
It was a studio apartment with a bed, sofa, and kitchen furniture on one side.
With Siyoon inside the small room, it felt fully occupied. He turned to face Mijoo and spoke seriously.
“It’s dangerous to let any man into your house like that.”
“No, you came without an appointment…”
Mijoo felt wronged by Siyoon blaming her for opening the door. Should she have left him outside or asked him to leave? Even now, should she ask him to leave? She briefly pondered.
“Has any other man been here?”
That made Mijoo retort sharply.
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
