The company was turned upside down unprecedentedly, and even on the weekend, the PR, marketing, and legal teams all came to the office to dive into handling the scandal.
Until then, Gieon’s priority was to resolve the current situation that had already unfolded. He didn’t want to go to Yuin with any flaws.
It was arrogance, complacency, and greed, of which he was unaware.
After a thorough investigation, the unpleasant culprit behind the paparazzi was revealed to be a reporter who, a few years ago, had caused embarrassment for Gieon by deliberately sending an interview article about an Ilrang-affiliated boy group in a way that could be misunderstood. The reporter harbored a grudge and had been stalking Gieon like a vengeful spirit.
The only fortunate thing was that Yuin wasn’t in the pictures.
“I… didn’t expect things to escalate like this.”
“You didn’t? That’s unbelievable.”
The contemptuous laughter of the cold-hearted man chilled the pleasant air in the office.
Gieon was sitting alone in the spacious conference room. Ten lawyers lined up by his side, and the man with a pathetic appearance, the culprit of the scandal, was standing awkwardly.
“Do you have any sense of remorse? Really?”
Leaning forward, Gieon stared disdainfully at the man in front of him.
The man, perhaps clinging to his last bit of pride, avoided eye contact and didn’t say a word. Gieon gestured to Jinseok, who was nearby, to hand him the document.
“Read it and sign. Let’s consider this something we’ll never see again. Understood?”
The man’s hand, accepting the document from Jinseok, trembled noticeably. Was it relief or anger?
Actually, it didn’t matter. Gieon wanted to quickly escape from this terrible and frustrating reality and go to Yuin.
However, when the accident that had snowballed was sorted out and he emerged, Yuin had already prepared to leave and didn’t yield his side.
Unanswered calls. Unread messages. No sign of her anywhere.
Whenever he could, Gieon stood at the entrance of the apartment building, where Yuin’s apartment window could be seen, waiting. He painfully realized, over and over again, how the despair and bitter regret that felt like death could only be brought by Nam Yuin and that she was the one who could rescue him from within it.
The woman who would kindle a gentle flame in the ashes, leaving only a faint spark in the burnt-out embers, was Nam Yuin alone.
“…So what happened? Did you find out who did it?”
Sitting quietly while receiving Gieon’s touch, Yuin, who was in the powder room chair, blinked with reddened eyes.
The man had just come out after showering, and he answered casually while drying his wet hair with a towel, which he scented with the same fragrance as hers.
“I corrected it on the day the article came out. There was a reporter who had once messed with me. Back then, they were a newbie at a small press.”
Gieon paused for a moment, reflecting on the past, then continued.
“Even back then, their mental state was a bit strange. Ever met someone who needlessly ridicules even ordinary conversations? That type. Not even someone with delusional disorder.”
Listening silently, Yuin absorbed the man’s storytelling, delivered in a languid tone, like a folklore tale.
It’s not betrayal and deception, but rather a series of misunderstandings and unfortunate timing. And above all that, the phenomenon created by someone’s malice, we’re just caught up in it.
Gieon was calmly explaining.
“Looking back, it seems like it was all my fault from the beginning to the end. Whether it’s work or anything else, I should have come to Nam Yuin first. I should have contacted you first. But I was trapped in the absurd framework that I could only come to you after seeing the end… I forgot what was really important.”
“….”
“It’s all my fault. It’s natural that you misunderstood. There’s no doubt about that.”
“….”
“But I’ve never taken any actions that would ruin our relationship. I swear.”
The man, who had set down the switched-off hairdryer, met a clear gaze in the mirror, facing each other.
“I would never do anything like that to you.”
His long fingers gently separated and combed through the dry strands of hair.
Observing the man’s cautious movements, akin to choosing each strand of an expensive thread, Yuin asked, “Why didn’t you tell me about Kim Sunyoung in advance? If you had known, it wouldn’t have come to this.”
“Yuin, if there’s something dirty in front of you, I’d want to clean it up before you see it. I want to show you only good things and let you hear only good things.”
“That’s being overprotective.”
“…I know.”
“Do you really know?”
The man, who received a sharp gaze that hinted at residual sharpness throughout his body, attempted a weak smile to gloss over the situation.
They couldn’t just let this pass. To avoid repeating the same cycle between them, a proper reestablishment was necessary.
Yuin widened her thick eyelids as much as possible, turned around, and grabbed Gieon’s arm, stopping his movements.
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
