The memory of that day wasn’t long. Their conversation lasted less than five minutes.
However, Woo Yeon had watched him for much longer, dedicating a significant amount of time to him that day.
To Woo Yeon, Cha Taekyung was imprinted in her mind with one word:
Indeed, back then, she didn’t even know his name. She was simply dazed, losing her senses the moment she first saw him, overwhelmed by his presence from head to toe.
‘Yun. Why are you here so early today?’
‘My class ended early. Here, I’ll take it, Mrs. Soi.’
Seven years ago, twenty-two-year-old Woo Yeon was selected as an exchange student and lived in the U.S. Thanks to her scholarship covering both dormitory and tuition, she faced no major inconveniences. The problem was living expenses.
She sought various ways to earn money, and an opportunity presented itself.
She took up a job as a babysitter and a tutor for the child of a wealthy Chinese-American couple.
The pay was good, and more importantly, living in such a large house and caring for the child was an overwhelming fortune for Woo Yeon at that time.
‘Yun. When are you going back to Korea?’
Everyone there called Woo Yeon ‘Yun.’
Holding the six-year-old adorable girl, Soi, Woo Yeon replied to her Chinese employer’s question with ‘In eight months.’
‘What will you do when you go back to Korea?’
‘I have to continue school. I’m still a student.’
‘And after graduation?’
‘I’m not sure yet. I don’t have any specific plans.’
‘I’ve been thinking, Yun. You could go into broadcasting.’
‘Broadcasting?’
‘Yeah. You’re pretty, have a nice figure, and are articulate!’
Woo Yeon blushed.
‘But I don’t have the flair for it.’
‘Is that so?’
As her employer tilted her head, pondering, Woo Yeon was about to take Soi upstairs.
‘Yun! It seems Mrs. has left her phone. I’ll tell you where; can you go fetch it?’
And with that, she gently placed Mrs.’s phone in Woo Yeon’s hand.
Woo Yeon thought it was just a simple errand.
She knew Mrs. often went to social gatherings and parties in New York, coming home drunk and unable to walk straight.
Despite her attempts to hide it, everyone working in the house knew Mrs. had been an ordinary restaurant worker before marrying into wealth. She secured her position by having Soi, and since then, indulged in all sorts of luxuries and pleasures.
Everyone criticized Mrs.’s vanity, but Woo Yeon didn’t really care.
Even those pointing fingers would have acted just like Mrs. if given the same opportunity.
‘Please show me your invitation.’
‘Pardon?’
‘You can’t enter without an invitation.’
At the entrance to the 49th floor, Woo Yeon was stopped by a man who looked like a security guard.
She calmly explained Mrs.’s name and situation, and the man told her to wait a moment.
And then, at that moment.
He appeared, almost like a mirage.
Over 190 centimeters tall, a large build, neatly pomade-styled hair, a luxurious suit, and a face exuding masculinity.
At first glance, he clearly looked like the scion of a wealthy family. From head to toe, the man exuded not just nobility but also arrogance.
Even Woo Yeon, who never felt intimidated by strangers, felt her breath hitch unexpectedly in his presence.
The air around him subtly changed, and all the colors around seemed to blur.
The moment our eyes met, his forehead furrowed slightly.
It was a look that seemed to ask why I was staring at him, but I couldn’t find the words to speak.
I averted my gaze towards the event hall, and thankfully, the security guard who had disappeared returned quickly and let me in.
‘Ah…!’
I was inwardly awestruck.
The new world created atop the high-rise building instantly captivated me.
It was a scene I had never experienced in my life, full of unfamiliar things and people.
Elegant piano melodies, dazzling chandeliers, people dressed in jewelry-like clothes.
They all drank champagne with refined expressions.
Just as I was swallowing my saliva without a sound, I spotted Mrs. among the crowd.
Mrs. had a loud personality, but she actually hated it when others approached her boisterously.
I was about to approach her carefully so as not to make her uncomfortable when I saw him not far from Mrs.
Eyes like the dawn, lips beautifully shaped.
While everyone else was excitedly smiling, he was the only one with a somewhat lonely expression.
I enjoyed watching him.
Standing by the window, he soon grabbed a champagne glass and slowly drank from it.
Like someone who had forgotten what they were supposed to do, I couldn’t take my eyes off Taekyung for a long time.
Finally, Mrs. spotted me first and yelled.
‘Yun! What are you doing there! Did you bring my phone?’
Startled, I ran to Mrs., and her nagging exploded like a barrage of attacks.
Mostly in Chinese. When angry, she often mixed Chinese into her speech, mostly curses.
Mrs. had no idea that I, strong in languages, was quite fluent in Chinese.
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
