“Do you think I’d ask a prosecutor to sign a waiver of bodily rights or something akin to a slave contract? At the very least, the confidentiality of this entire matter should be stated in the contract, right?”
Line nodded slightly in understanding, then quickly pulled away the hand they were still holding, embarrassed.
When she turned her gaze away, her eyes fell on her still-burning hand. It was burning for several reasons, not just because of the hot tea.
Na Song Kang – what was he thinking, approaching her like this? While she understood his intentions logically, her heart still harbored doubts.
As Line stood up, the sound of the chair scraping back echoed. Song Kang stood up as well. Line avoided looking at him directly, not wanting to reveal her blushing face.
Looking down at Line, Song Kang almost laughed at her unexpectedly innocent demeanor. He didn’t laugh out loud, but his face lit up with a smile. He grew more curious about her true nature.
“If we’re done for today, I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Line hurriedly left the room. She stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the ground floor, and closed the doors. Fanning her face, she tried to cool down the rising heat but found it hard to calm down.
“Phew…”
Exhaling deeply, Line raised her eyes to gaze at the ceiling of the elevator in frustration. As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, she quickly stepped out and decided to walk, thinking it might help clear her head, even if she ended up hailing a taxi later.
Worried about the unjust termination and the possibility of those holding the legal reins acting vilely, she pondered if Na Song Kang would really be able to shield her, allowing a legal return to the prosecution.
Shaking her head to regain focus, she tried to reattach the thread of rationality she had been losing.
“Trust Na Song Kang… How can I?”
If he wielded his power in a way she didn’t want, wouldn’t that make him just like the despised chief prosecutor or the legal affairs director?
She knew he claimed he wouldn’t abuse his power, but…
One time, no, twice…
Actually, it had been three times they met, and he never seemed frivolous in his words.
“Sigh… I don’t know.”
Unable to decide, Line headed towards a nearby taxi stand.
Back at home, Song Kang took a bottle of water from the fridge instead of heading straight to the shower – a significant deviation from his usual compulsive routine.
Normally, he would rush to shower if he was tense or displeased. But today, he felt relaxed enough to drink water first.
After showering, Song Kang, dressed in a robe and towel-drying his hair, sat on the sofa. He felt as if he could still smell her unique scent lingering in the air.
“Should have offered her a ride…”
Song Kang took out his phone and opened the messaging app.
“Did you get home ok?”
“How’s your hand?”
He wrote and erased these messages several times before finally putting his phone down. His biggest hope was that Jin Line wouldn’t change her mind.
Song Kang contacted Cha Haein, his lawyer, to prepare for Line’s arrival at Taesung. He didn’t forget to arrange a separate office space for her, considering it might be uncomfortable for her to join Taesung immediately.
“Wait a moment. Let me review it again. Is there anything in the contract that Prosecutor Jin could find objectionable?”
The contract was crucial. He meticulously reviewed each clause, anticipating Jin Line’s possible complaints and ensuring the contract only contained necessary work agreements and confidentiality clauses.
The goal was to ensure the contract signing. Everything else could be addressed step by step.
Thanks to the cooperative Cha Haein, the contract preparation went smoothly, but for some reason, Song Kang spent a restless night, unable to sleep.
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.
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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.”
