He quickly left the room.
On the top floor of the high-security ward.
Next to the one-person room, there was a small room specially prepared for guardians and visitors.
As Chief Park opened the door and revealed himself, Gang, San, and Samyoung all looked at him simultaneously.
“Mr. Sunghwi, has he regained consciousness?”
Samyoung, who had been leaning on the chair, quickly stood up and asked anxiously. Chief Park nodded in response.
“Yes, thanks to you. I am deeply grateful.”
“Oh no, not at all. How shocked you must have been.”
As Chief Park exchanged greetings with Samyoung, carefully approached Gang.
“Uh, Sunghwi is looking for you. Could you come for a moment?”
“Ah, sure.”
“He said he wants only Seokang to come, excluding others.”
At his request, she smiled as if reassuring the group and then stood up.
While sending her off, San, without saying a word, remained alert, preparing for any unforeseen events.
In the place where Gang had left, Director Park sat, scratching his head awkwardly.
“I don’t know what gratitude I should convey.”
Seeming as if he had spent an unusually long day, he still greeted Samyoung and San in a half-dazed state.
Samyoung also extended her hand and asked, “Isn’t there anything at the company?”
“Although I was already in a state of extreme tension, fearing a big uproar… Fortunately, it seems we can handle it to some extent.”
A midday suicide incident on the Han River Bridge.
It wasn’t an area where cars could be parked, but hundreds of eyes would have witnessed the situation as they passed by.
With Sunghwi being brought to the hospital as he was, any reports coming in from anywhere would not be surprising at all.
But it was surprisingly quiet, to the point where it was awkward.
Everything changed when San stopped the van that was rushing and, from the moment he ran towards Yang Sunghwi, San had raised an invisible curtain to shield the eyes of ordinary people in the area where the accident occurred.
He didn’t forget to cast a hypnotic spell on all the rescue workers and medical staff he had met since the moment of the rescue until Sunghwi was transferred to the hospital.
Everything was for Gang.
If his ability could also determine Yang Sunghwi’s identity, it would have been more convenient, but that ability was effective only when the target was San himself.
All he could hope for was that Yang Sunghwi wasn’t eyeing Gang as prey, but it wasn’t that he wished for him to be human.
It was clear that it was because it was bound to disturb him in a different sense.
“Just let him go.”
At his quietly spoken words, Samyoung and Director Park, who were by his side, looked at him in surprise.
“San…? What did you just say…?”
Upon hearing that, San smiled gently and replied, “It’s nothing.”
Saying so, he stood up and continued, “It’s stuffy. I’ll go get some fresh air.”
Samyoung and Director Park, left behind in the room, stared blankly at San’s departing figure.
Afterward, Samyoung and Director Park soon shared their grievances and talked about how things had settled somewhat, expressing relief.
Outside, San went up to the rooftop, where access was restricted for ordinary people.
Lightly jumping up the railing, he gazed silently at the Seoul landscape spread below.
The air currents changed.
Looking up at the sky, filled with clouds, it occasionally moved in one direction as if someone had flicked it with their hand.
The atmosphere became unstable, and the weather began to change unpredictably, signaling that a disruptive change in all orderliness was approaching.
Lowering my head, I saw a few reporters confronting the hospital staff at the entrance.
Since there was no way the suicide incident could have gone unnoticed, it was clear that these were reporters from the place where the news had been released in the morning.
They seemed to have forced their way into the hospital where Yang Sunghwi was hospitalized.
However, shortly afterward, a black sedan arrived.
When the reporter who got out of the driver’s seat opened the back door, a man dressed in a black suit revealed himself.
Despite the onslaught of questions from the reporters crowding around him, the man maintained a consistent expression and posture.
“Is this Mr. No Jitae from Moon Entertainment?”
“Just say a word. Is it true that Yang Sunghwi attempted something extreme?”
Despite the relentless barrage of questions, the man maintained his calm expression and posture.
“As I mentioned, that’s correct.”
Answering in a low voice, he continued with his characteristic relaxed smile.
“So, please refrain from any further indiscriminate speculation and articles.”
“One more question. It was said that Yang Sunghwi is suffering from severe depression. Is that true?”
At one reporter’s question, No Jitae’s gaze turned slowly.
Even though his gaze just happened to fall on her, the reporter who threw the question, as well as those around her, momentarily froze their expressions.
He responded briefly.
“No.”
No Jitae’s gaze then turned to the reporters standing a step behind.
“Is Reporter Yoon Miseon here by any chance?”
In response to his words, a reporter who was somewhat distant raised her hand belatedly.
Approaching her without hesitation, No Jitae lightly smiled in front of her.
“I read your article. Well done, reporter.”
Gazing at the tense face of the reporter who was affected by nerves, he calmly spoke.
“Since you’ve written such a good novel, how about trying to be a writer for real?”
“What are you talking about now…”
“People should do what they are good at, especially when they’re sleeping, don’t you think?”
No one intervened, only observing the situation.
In an atmosphere reminiscent of thin ice.
With his head lowered, Jitae quietly warned Yoon Miseon.
“If you’re going to write an article like that, throw it away.”
“…”
“Don’t mess with people.”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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