Line wondered if he was being hypocritical or sincere as she stared intently into his eyes. Song Kang also felt her scrutinizing gaze but didn’t see any reason to avoid it.
Their direct eye contact was almost like a battle of wills, with genuine sincerity reflected in both sets of eyes.
Line averted her gaze first, not having the mental room to delve into someone else’s intentions. Rather, she was worried her thoughts would be read.
“Responsibility, responsibility…” Line sighed deeply, her head dropping before she looked up at him again.
Her complex emotions were clearly felt by Song Kang. He wished she would openly blame him, but she didn’t.
“As you know, I’m no longer a prosecutor,” Line struggled to say, her voice quivering slightly, which made Song Kang’s eyes flicker with emotion.
“I’m no longer related to your case, Mr. Na Song Kang. What’s the reason for wanting to see me?”
Line regained her composure and asked him pointedly in her usual prosecutor style.
Song Kang’s eyes moved slowly from side to side as he scrutinized her. He had a lot to say about her ingrained behaviors and speech patterns.
Even without him speaking, Line felt his discomfort. Though she didn’t show it, she was waiting for her hot tea to cool down, her throat dry.
Song Kang collected his emotional energy and started explaining why he had invited her.
“What are your plans for the future, Prosecutor Jin Line?”
She felt even more lost when asked about her plans in such an uncertain situation.
“Why should I discuss that with you?”
Song Kang’s eyes widened momentarily. Her rebellious attitude, along with her continued rejection of his sincerity, angered him.
“Prosecutor Jin Line, I am not here to simply engage in a battle of wills with you.”
His firm voice and choice of words struck a chord in Line’s heart.
In the current situation, where she couldn’t bear to look at herself, Line wondered if she appeared pitifully stubborn and prideful. From her seat, she saw her reflection in the window. Between the glittering lights of Seoul’s night skyline, she saw her gaunt reflection and lost focus.
Feeling dizzy, Line swayed and then steadied herself by holding onto the table, shaking her head to regain her senses.
Song Kang, worried she might collapse, instinctively moved toward her. His gaze lingered on the back of her hand. The hot tea from the teapot had spilled over her hand as she steadied herself on the table.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Line, with a dazed look, followed his gaze to her hand. It was reddened from the heat, but she hadn’t felt it. “I’m fine,” she said dismissively.
As Song Kang hesitated to reach out to her, Line casually shook her hand as if it was nothing. Song Kang asked the café staff for an ice pack, but Line stubbornly refused, though he insisted it was necessary.
“You should cool a burn right away for faster healing,” he advised as he placed the ice pack on her hand after pulling up a chair beside her.
Line was startled, whether from the cold ice or their physical contact was unclear. She avoided his gaze, letting her eyes rest on her wristwatch instead.
Song Kang noticed her watch too.
“That day, I wasn’t trying to look at your watch,” he said, reminding her of a past incident.
“I should have held you back then and warned you it could get dangerous,” he mused, seeming sincere.
“You did warn me. During the last summoning for investigation,” Line recalled, having taken his caution lightly at the time. She unconsciously tightened her grip and tried to pull her arm back, but he didn’t let go. She looked at him, slightly alarmed.
“Would you consider listening to me from now on?” Song Kang earnestly asked, gazing intently at her.
Feeling almost swayed, Line tried to cover up her emotions, attempting again to break free from his hold. He still didn’t let go, having more to say.
“I never needed you just because you were a prosecutor. There are plenty of prosecutors in South Korea; you never had the merit to be manipulated like a puppet in my hands.”
Line tried to pull away with all her might, but he held fast. She bit down on her teeth and glared sharply at him.
“I thought you could help clear my name, and I still need you now,” he confessed.
At this, Line’s tense body began to relax, and the fierceness in her eyes slowly softened, though she couldn’t let go of her last bit of wariness.
“I’m not a prosecutor anymore,” she said, almost with a sigh.
“It’s not because you were a prosecutor that I needed you,” he clarified.
This made Line, filled with suspicion, wonder why he still needed her, and she looked at him with a questioning gaze.
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
