“No vulgar remarks. No cheap tactics.”
Anyone with common sense would know that looking at someone as a potential romantic interest, rather than treating them, was not the right way to deal with them.
No, even if someone really needed someone to listen to them purely, it was better to make their position clear for the future.
“I won’t date any actor appearing in the same work as me.”
No matter what he tries to threaten with.
Watching her with a face that seemed to be expecting a connection between siblings, Sinhwi asked another question as if in a hurry.
“Can I contact you after the project ends?”
“Returning to being formal? Complain if I protest?”
With a laughing face, Kang, who had finished his story, coldly turned away.
Sinhwi, who was staring at her with such audacity, finally covered her mouth and chuckled.
“…Didn’t want it to be this complicated.”
After letting out a heavy sigh, he muttered to himself.
“It got tangled up pretty well.”
When Kang returned to the waiting room.
Samyoung and San had long finished preparing to leave.
“Let’s go, Kang-ah.”
“Yeah, oppa.”
It was when she responded to Samyoung and picked up her handbag.
“I’ve incurred a lot of debt today. Perhaps we could have a meal sometime… Oh, wait a moment.”
As Director Park, who stood up to greet them, was about to speak, he received a phone call.
“Hello? Secretary Ham? Yes, yes. Now? Oh, I see.”
After quickly finishing the call, he said to the three people, “Our director is on his way up from the parking lot. If it’s okay with you, he’d like to meet and greet.”
Checking his watch once, Kang replied, “Understood.”
Not long after, No Jitae revealed himself.
He checked Sinhwi’s condition with Director Park, who was already waiting in front of the room.
“How’s Sinhwi?”
“His consciousness returned a while ago, but he’s resting. The doctor insists on absolute stability… I’m ashamed.”
As Sinhwi left the hospital, avoiding surveillance, Director Park’s head hung low in self-blame.
But Jitae, on the contrary, patted his shoulder, comforting him.
“You did your best.”
“No, I should have lived better. I’m sorry, Director.”
“What can you do when an actor is outstanding? Director Park did his best.”
After saying so, Jitae hastily concluded the conversation and entered the room to join Kang, Samyoung, and San.
“Hello. I’m Moon Entertainment’s CEO, No Jitae. I heard you helped us.”
After expressing his gratitude, he separately spoke to Kang.
“We are in the midst of shooting, and such an incident occurred. I apologize.”
“No need.”
She lightly replied and continued, “I hope Sinhwi can return safely.”
“Of course. We will do our best on our side.”
“Okay.”
As Kang was about to bid farewell, he spoke again.
“Just a moment.”
Jitae’s gaze fell on San.
“Are you Director San Han of Hansan Security?”
“Yes.”
“I heard that Director Han personally rescued our actor.”
Approaching, he extended his hand for a handshake.
“I don’t know how to repay this favor. If you’re free, I’d like to treat you to a meal at a nice place whenever it’s convenient for you.”
“It’s okay.”
San, with a slightly delayed response, shook the hand Jitae offered.
The two men’s gazes clashed in the air.
With a smile, Jitae, who smiled first, said his goodbyes.
“Then, we’ll meet again soon.”
“Kang. You worked hard today. Rest well as soon as you get in.”
“Got it. Oppa, take care as you go in.”
“Oh, and Director Seong called the company. He said the shooting will resume from next week.”
“This week is over anyway.”
“Still, rest well.”
“Will do.”
She nodded her head.
This time, Samyoung spoke to San.
“Sanah, you worked the hardest today. You caught the guy who had let go and even got him into the police.”
He snorted at the blunt words.
“Do you think it’s easy for a grown man to hold on with his bare hands?”
“Okay, okay. Our San did nothing wrong. He just let go because his hands slipped. Right?”
“I wouldn’t have had to catch him in the first place if he hadn’t let go.”
Yang Sinhwi wasn’t employed by the company, so San muttered that he didn’t know why he had risked such a stern guy’s life.
Samyoung, who was watching his sharp demeanor without resentment, spoke up.
“But if it weren’t for you today, Yang Sinhwi might have died.”
Looking at San, who touched her forehead as if tired from my words, he laughed.
“Anyway, thank you. You did well.”
With those words, Samyoung let the two down and left.
“Wash up and come right away. We need to talk.”
Kang, who hadn’t said a word in the elevator, descended first, leaving only those words for San.
Although I wondered what kind of conversation he intended to have with such gravity, I roughly knew what would come up.
Between the closing doors, her disappearing figure without turning back was visible.
When Kang returned home, her mind and body were exhausted.
“Ah. So tired.”
She had no energy to shower, but she reluctantly got up and headed for the bathroom.
Usually, even if she was tired, a shower with cool water would refresh her, but today, that seemed difficult.
A body filled with tension that would dissolve like cotton candy in water once she lay on the bed.
She reached out and picked up the chocolate box she had placed on the side table.
Although she usually ate them like medicine when she was tired, the weight seemed light, and when she shook it, it felt like there wasn’t much chocolate left.
When she opened the lid and looked inside, she saw only three small dark chocolates.
Seeing that, she suddenly remembered Sinhwi’s appearance at the shooting site.
“Chocolate? Would you like one?”
“Sorry. It’s not chocolate; it’s a sleeping pill.”
Why did her eating chocolate like medicine suddenly overlap with his appearance?
“If I jump from here now.”
“Will you hold my hand?”
In his eyes as he spoke, was it desperation?
Kang recalled the time she had threatened him with her life to San.
“I believed until today that I endured because someday I would be happy. But if I can never do what I want, there’s no reason to live.”
Of course, Sinhwi and her situation might be different, but fundamentally, they might not be so different.
He was resentful, but the reason his heart was restless was that even if Yang Sinhwi were different, their lives were essentially the same.
Yang Sinhwi and herself, despite the difference in essence, the loneliness he faced seemed fundamentally the same as human loneliness.
Moreover, regardless of their identity, the more she knew about them, the more they seemed no different from humans.
So, visually, distinguishing them would be almost impossible.
Staring at her reflection in the window, Kang put one chocolate in her mouth and chewed it a couple of times before slowly letting it melt. The initial taste was sweet, and the last was bitter.
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
