Solhee’s words echoed in Eunsu’s mind. She was slightly tempted, but that was it. There were several solid reasons why it was absolutely impossible.
Eunsu carefully turned her body, trying not to wake Solhee. Though she was seeking a comfortable position, the more she adjusted, the more uncomfortable she felt. Internally grumbling about her needless movements, she suddenly paused.
She should have stayed still when it felt somewhat right. Being greedy would only make things more uncomfortable.
Just like the current distance between her and Juhan.
Not as carefree as real friends, but not tense or overly conscious either, a relationship where being alone together wasn’t too awkward and professionally very comfortable.
It was a result attained after many unspoken struggles. Therefore, she shouldn’t move any further. Whether the ‘benefits’ Solhee mentioned were worth risking this hard-earned peace was uncertain.
Moreover, if her face and name became known, her past would somewhat be dragged into the light.
There were so many people she met during various part-time jobs, college classmates, and peers from middle and high school…
Fragments of memories from her school uniform days flashed through her mind, suddenly making her feel choked.
‘What if those past incidents become a topic of discussion?’
Her heartbeat quickened slightly. Eunsu tightly grasped the edge of the blanket.
‘Right. Solhee wouldn’t have mentioned it if she knew about those things…’
Eunsu’s shoulders rose and fell heavily.
Her anxious breathing eventually settled down after a while.
“Oh, Manager Seon! Manager Seon Seon! Look at this.”
Jaerim approached Seonkyeong’s desk with his phone in hand. Eunsu, who was nearby, also leaned in to look.
“See? Our Instar followers have increased a lot.”
“Really? Why?”
Jaerim explained proudly.
“Choi Yunbin posted about the furniture she bought from here on Instar and tagged our shop. That’s why we’re getting such a reaction.”
“Wow, really?”
Eunsu took Jaerim’s phone to scroll through the page. There was a photo of Yunbin’s living room with a view of the Han River, featuring ‘Vida’s furniture.
Since Yunbin rarely used Instar and hardly ever shared private spaces, the reaction seemed even hotter.
Especially, a comment mentioning the price of the Siesta chair being close to twenty million won spurred people’s curiosity.
“Look here… there are a few articles about it. The main keyword in each title is ‘twenty million won chair,’ which is a bit sensational, but we have to understand that only sensational things work in this world.”
“It can’t be helped. It would be nice if the articles explained why it’s worth that much… Oh, but there’s a fight in the comments here.”
Seonkyeong murmured as she read the comments.
“Some say, ‘Why pay twenty million won for a chair, it’s not even a famous brand… Vintage means it’s used, why pay that much…’ Ah, it’s frustrating. But there are some who seem to know their stuff. ‘Bringing in a piece by Mårten Madsen shows it’s not just following vintage trends, but a sign of real taste.'”
“People will have to pay even more when ‘Ritianne’ furniture becomes famous and well-known.”
As Seonkyeong and Jaerim chatted, Eunsu’s eyes were caught by a particular comment.
Unaware of Eunsu’s grim expression, Seonkyeong commented.
“This must be the Choi Yunbin effect everyone talks about.”
Jaerim added.
“There were also inquiries about whether we have another Siesta chair like the one. Some asked if we have similar bookshelves and side tables. They were curious if Yunbin frequents here, if she likes vintage furniture.”
Eunsu nodded in agreement, though silently. She had a close relationship with Yunbin, and sometimes, she didn’t quite feel the influence of his stardom. But moments like these really made her realize it.
“I should thank him personally.”
As soon as Eunsu said this, Jaerim lit up.
“Tell him to come over again! I was so frustrated when I told my friends I saw Choi Yunbin and no one believed me. They said if I was going to lie, I should at least bring some fabricated evidence… they even cursed me…”
“You should’ve lived a more credible life,” Eunsu joked, ignoring the piercing stare from Jaerim, and returned to her desk. She immediately took out her phone to text Yunbin.
[Thanks for posting the pictures, even though you’re busy. I know how much a model like you costs, and I feel guilty for benefiting from you like this ㅋㅋㅋ. I’ll buy you dinner next time!]
Knowing Yunbin’s habit of not checking his phone while working, she expected a reply only after a few hours. But surprisingly, a reply came immediately.
[Why worry about model fees between you and me?] [Why so quick with the reply? Are you on a break?]After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
