The document titled “[(Sun) Taeyang Food Survey Draft Sharing]” contained the culmination of countless meetings between the Business Team and the Marketing Team, day and night.
The content of the survey was selfevident, covering everything from targeting survey participants to the timing of survey pushes, and even the number of questions based on the respondents. It was a meticulously designed document that reflected the painstaking efforts of both teams.
Juwon read through Hyeju’s report with a smile on his lips. Upon seeing the words “Please reply” written in a neat manner at the end, he licked his lips.
“No typos today. It’s disappointing.”
Juwon couldn’t help but feel regretful as he pondered on how to summon Hyeju to the conference room using the excuse of typos.
Although he had told Hyeju not to be anxious, Juwon himself was on the verge of anxiety. It was a situation where he had confessed to Hyeju, and now all he could do was wait for her response. But as he sat there, letting time pass, he became extremely restless.
“I wonder what Oh Hyeju is thinking right now. I hope I didn’t really bother her.”
It had only been a day since the confession, but at this rate, what would happen in the future? How should he face her if it’s true? Countless thoughts raced through his mind.
Just yesterday, he hesitated dozens of times about whether to send a message or make a call as soon as he returned home. And what about this morning? He didn’t even know how long he had waited in front of the elevator, pretending to coincidentally run into her.
He could sense the glances of his colleagues as he stepped into the elevator, pretending not to be able to win against them, and his disappointment grew as he saw Hyeju rushing towards him from a distance.
“It’s so frustrating that I can’t rush her for an answer while pretending to be cool and relaxed.”
Juwon let out a short sigh.
He thought that Hyeju’s feelings were mixed. It was clear that she had a favorable impression of him, but he couldn’t be sure if it went beyond Seungwon.
“Just randomly running into her when she’s in a bad mood and getting outright rejected… It feels like it would be impossible to undo.”
Even if he was Kang Juwon, armed with a selfesteem that pierced the sky, getting a confession out of her was a different problem. It was the moment when he started to deeply contemplate how to approach Hyeju and lead her to say “OK.”
Oh Hyeju was too difficult for him.
Should he ask her to have lunch together, summon her under the pretense of a meeting, or sit on the rooftop and wait for her? Juwon considered all these thoughts, but in the end, he spent the day without doing anything.
Evening came. Juwon, who had been staring at the monitor without eating, stood up abruptly as soon as Hyeju logged out of the attendance system.
“Ha, Kang Juwon really held out for a long time.”
His patience for Hyeju was truly shallow. He wondered when he should ask her so that it didn’t feel like he was rushing her. After much deliberation, he came to a conclusion.
“It’s been 24 hours since the confession, so now I can ask, right?”
He quickly grabbed his jacket and left the office.
Hyeju didn’t seem to be in the elevator already. Juwon anxiously stared at the numbers on the display board and then opened the door to the stairwell and started running.
19th floor, 18th floor, 17th floor… The numbers displayed on each floor changed rapidly. His thighs tightened with strength, and he became short of breath.
Finally, when he reached the 1st floor, Juwon flung open the door and looked for Hyeju’s figure.
“Where did you go?”
Hyeju’s figure was nowhere to be seen. It was at that moment, in Juwon’s eyes, that he caught a glimpse of Hyeju walking with her arms crossed, accompanied by a certain man, heading somewhere.
“Who is that?”
Juwon immediately crossed the lobby.
“Mr. CEO, are you leaving now?”
A few employees who were leaving greeted him.
“Yes.”
Juwon replied curtly and followed Hyeju with his eyes, but when he stepped out of the building, Hyeju had already disappeared and was nowhere to be found.
Juwon stood in the street with a disappointed expression. If he had known he would miss her like this, he wouldn’t have fumbled with his jacket.
If he had seen her going alone, he might have called her, but after seeing her with someone else, he couldn’t easily make contact.
“Who was it?”
Juwon recalled the side profile of the man he had briefly seen outside the glass door.
A man with a wellpressed hat and a sturdy physique. He was about 175 centimeters tall, give or take. He wore loose cargo pants with many pockets and a loosefitting tshirt. Although it was unclear from a distance and from the side view, there was a hip vibe in his physique and atmosphere.
“Oh Hyeju, how many guys are there, really?”
Juwon muttered as he put his phone in his pocket.
He felt jealous of the unknown person who had taken Hyeju away right before his eyes.
And it was a fierce jealousy.
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
