Autumn smiled brightly, her tension from earlier dissipating with the warmth of the alcohol. The cozy warmth spread inside her, lifting her spirits.
Lost in her thoughts, she was captivated again by the night view, occasionally glancing gratefully at Ki-tae, then back to the scenery. Ki-tae remarked lightly, “You could see such nightscapes anywhere. Why are you so lost in it?”
Tapping the window lightly, Ki-tae commented. Embarrassed by her engrossment, Autumn smiled sheepishly and replied, “It’s just… so beautiful. Don’t you think so?”
“I guess.”
“How can you not find this beautiful… Oh! Is it because you’ve been to so many places like this?”
Her cheeks flushed slightly with tipsiness. Ki-tae, observing her rosy cheeks, glanced outside as well.
The moonlight rippling on the water was pleasant enough, but he had seen better in Venice. The view from a terrace in Venice, where he had celebrated his gallery’s success with a glass of wine, appealed more to him. Not these common, high-up views available to anyone.
Still waiting for his response, Autumn watched him intently. Instead of a direct reply, Ki-tae gestured towards the steak and casually said, “Venice is different. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”
His casual remark, intended to shift her focus, unexpectedly elicited an excited response from Autumn. “Wow, you were in Venice recently, right? What’s it like there? I’ve never been abroad, so I’m curious.”
Ki-tae, taken aback by her unexpected reaction, briefly responded, “It’s nice. It’s a city on the water, so it’s quite unique.”
“Wow… Did you ride a gondola? What about the water buses?”
Her questions continued, and the meal gradually took a back seat to their conversation.
“No.”
“Why didn’t you ride a gondola and cross the Grand Canal? I heard the Grand Canal is quite charming there.”
“I didn’t ride a gondola, but I stayed nearby and saw plenty.”
“Really? How was it compared to the Han River? Is it much prettier?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. …But aren’t you eating at all?”
“Hehe, I am eating.”
“What have you eaten exactly…”
Even though Ki-tae seemed to be responding absentmindedly, he continued the conversation diligently. Autumn, now on her third glass of wine, kept asking questions.
She had only heard from Mrs. Han that he traveled a lot, but listening to him, it seemed like he knew everything she was curious about.
‘Someday, I must travel abroad too.’
Maybe he would even recommend some travel destinations.
Enjoying the night view and her first experience with wine, which now warmed her from the inside, Autumn felt her pulse quicken. The warmth on her cheeks and her pleasant conversation with Ki-tae made her heart flutter, unaware that she was getting drunk. She took another glass of wine, unable to stop smiling.
Ah! Another curiosity.
“President, I have another question…”
“What is it?”
“What kinds of paintings are popular in the galleries in Venice? And in other countries?”
Their uninterrupted conversation felt natural and enjoyable.
‘I hope we can have dinner and chat like this again.’
“President, thank you so much for the meal.”
“You’re welcome.”
After their meal, the two of them didn’t head to the underground parking but walked outside instead, as Autumn was quite drunk.
The breeze tickled her cheeks but did little to cool the warmth on her face.
Walking slightly ahead of Ki-tae, Autumn stumbled a bit. Ki-tae, frowning, gently told her, “Autumn, don’t wander around, just stay put.”
“Hehe, okay…”
“Really doesn’t listen…”
While she responded well verbally, her body swayed unsteadily. Ki-tae clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Thinking she might sober up with a walk, they had stepped outside, but there was no sign of sobriety, and they’d walked quite a bit.
Ki-tae checked his phone briefly to see if the driver had contacted him.
Then…
“Ah!”
“…”
In the brief moment he looked away, Autumn, who had been walking ahead, misstepped and fell with a cry.
‘I shouldn’t have let her drink.’
Ki-tae sighed, pocketing his phone, and approached Autumn, offering a hand.
“Grab on and get up.”
“Okay…”
She replied well, as always.
“What are you doing?”
“My legs are too weak to stand.”
“This is…”
Unable to steady herself, Autumn laughed weakly, her face flushed a deep shade of peach. Her pale skin made the blush on her neck and slender arms, exposed by her slightly rolled-up sleeves, all the more apparent.
Looking down at Autumn, who seemed like a giant peach, Ki-tae sighed heavily and bent his knees, offering his back.
“Get on.”
Thinking she could hold her liquor, he had encouraged her to drink, but apparently, that wasn’t the case.
‘Now I have to clean up the mess.’ Since she seemed unable to walk on her own, he had resigned himself to carrying her.
Yet, even in her drunken state, Autumn refused.
“How can I possibly get on the President’s back?”
Pressed by Ki-tae’s stern look, Autumn stopped refusing and finally placed her hand on his shoulder.
Despite her hesitation and reluctance to lean on him, Ki-tae gave her another look, prompting Autumn to finally lean her body against him.
Feeling her weight, Ki-tae straightened his bent knees. He briefly knelt on the ground, dirtying his pants, but dismissed that concern and started walking.
After a few steps, Autumn, who Ki-tae thought would stay quiet out of embarrassment, suddenly became lively due to the elevated view and lingering effects of alcohol, playfully kicking her feet.
Annoyed by Autumn’s troublesome movements, Ki-tae, with his lips tightly pressed into a straight line, spoke while waiting for a traffic signal.
“Autumn Yun. Stop fidgeting.”
“Okay…”
“Still not listening.”
Ki-tae let out a small laugh at her obedient verbal response but continued fidgeting. Autumn, perhaps uncomfortable, shifted her arms and eventually wrapped them tightly around Ki-tae’s neck, giggling softly.
The arms around his neck felt warm.
As he walked on at the green light, the previously calm Autumn, riding on his back, called out to him.
“President.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Presideeent…”
“…”
“Presideeent…”
“If you have nothing to say, don’t call me.”
“Okay…”
Her grip around his neck weakened, seemingly deflated.
Ki-tae, finding the situation absurd, chuckled and walked towards his sedan and the waiting driver, visible in the distance.
‘She’s quite cute but I shouldn’t let her drink anymore.’
Autumn Yun, a handful in her own right – worrisome for not eating, never dull with her constant chatter, and requiring care in her disheveled state.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
