The early autumn night air was chilly.
Jin Yu-hee, dressed in a gown that almost completely exposed her shoulders, seemed cold, likely due to the temperature.
The goosebumps along her shoulder line represented her chill.
Still, she looked beautiful.
The light violet-infused gray dress suited Jin Yu-hee’s intellectual face perfectly.
The dress, in combination with the purple lights hanging like balloons around the garden, added to her allure.
And then, her confidence.
“Nice to meet you.”
Jin Yu-hee, with her chin slightly lifted, extended her hand for a handshake, embodying the very essence of dignity.
A woman who would soon become part of the Hanju Group family.
Perhaps even the mistress of this intimidatingly splendid place.
It was a confidence only someone of her stature could exude.
As imposing as the heavy diamond earrings dangling from her ears.
“Hello.”
Ye-eun bowed to Jin Yu-hee and took her extended hand.
She thought the handshake would be brief, but Jin Yu-hee gripped her hand more firmly and smiled brightly.
“I was curious.”
“Excuse me?”
“Cha Doha couldn’t let go of your hand, so I wondered if there was something special.”
Jin Yu-hee’s radiant smile faltered slightly.
Her gaze fell on Ye-eun’s hand.
“Small, moist, pretty.”
After gripping her hand firmly enough to tingle, Jin Yu-hee finally let go.
Then, with a slightly malicious tone, she continued.
“Mine are big, rough, and dry.”
Looking at her own hand, Jin Yu-hee spoke bluntly, then curled her lips into a pretty smile again.
“Seo Ye-eun.”
Jin Yu-hee affectionately called her name and linked arms with Ye-eun.
To an outsider, they looked quite friendly.
“The business card I wanted to give you last time. Just give me one.”
The card she had offered at the blind date was taken away by Cha Doha.
“I’ve decided I want image training too. From Seo Ye-eun.”
“From me?”
Ye-eun, taken aback by the sudden request, unconsciously bristled, but Jin Yu-hee turned her gaze to Cha Doha, who was still engrossed in conversation.
His posture, facial expressions, and the light smile on his lips.
There was nothing to fault.
“I don’t know if it’s thanks to Seo Ye-eun, but Cha Doha has changed, hasn’t he?”
“……?”
“His party manners were infamous.”
Jin Yu-hee’s face turned serious as she looked at Cha Doha.
“He rarely attends such parties, but when he does, he’s like a rogue, getting drunk and bothering women.”
She continued, not hiding her displeasure, then waved her hand as if to let it go.
“Anyway, his behavior was questionable.”
It was hard to imagine.
But Cha Hyun had said something similar.
Dress him up nicely, make sure he comes in his right mind.
And please don’t let him arrive drunk.
So Ye-eun had cautiously reminded Cha Doha before heading to this place.
[Have you had a lot to drink?]Asking him while driving in his place.
If she weren’t driving, she would have turned to see his eyes when asking that.
But needing to focus on driving, Ye-eun just silently swallowed her dry saliva.
[A bit. But I’m in my right mind.]It was a relief.
But his next words made her heart flutter uncontrollably.
[I kissed you sober and want to enjoy myself sober, so don’t drink today, Seo Ye-eun. It’s only fair if you’re sober too.] [I’m working.]
Her voice trembled despite her efforts to stay steady.
Feeling embarrassed for declaring herself to be working while her heart said otherwise, Ye-eun gathered her thoughts and spoke again.
Cha Doha nodded.
[Recite again what I should do.]Your first appearance is the most important.
No matter who you’re greeting, don’t avoid eye contact and give a smile.
But don’t smile too brightly.
Lift the corners of your mouth but don’t let your eyes smile. You need to show the demeanor of a shrewd businessman through your expression.
Stand straight but don’t lift your chin too high.
Arrogance might instill fear but it doesn’t earn trust.
Don’t engage in lengthy conversations with anyone, and avoid deep discussions.
Don’t alienate even the executives of Mulsan.
Treat everyone equally so there’s less backlash when you dismiss them.
Especially in front of the Chairman…
[Seo Ye-eun.] [Yes?]While listing these points, Ye-eun locked eyes with Cha Doha through the rearview mirror as he called her name.
[Let’s not push too hard from the first day. Watch what I do and correct me if needed. I’ll try to follow what you’ve just said.]
And so, the evening began with Cha Doha keeping his promises.
Jin Yu-hee seemed pleased with his performance.
As she linked arms with Ye-eun, she whispered.
“Keep making him look good until he’s mine.”
Clearly satisfied.
Jin Yu-hee let go of Ye-eun’s arm with a smile and gently pushed her towards Cha Hyun.
A prickly sensation filled Ye-eun’s throat and mouth, as if thorns were lodged there.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
