“That’s right. She’s often scared but occasionally bold.”
Park Chan-wook, seemingly protective of Green, coldly commented,
“Don’t get too attached. From what Sunwoo is doing, they won’t live together.”
“I think differently.”
Surprised by her response, Park Chan-wook looked at his daughter.
“So, you like that girl?”
“……Sunwoo smiled because of her.”
In-young, recalling Sunwoo from the day before the engagement, smiled faintly.
“Why hasn’t Sunwoo called her even once?”
“He’s busy.”
“No matter how busy, if there’s affection, he would find time to call.”
“He probably doesn’t realize where his heart lies yet.”
In-young responded nonchalantly. Park Chan-wook clicked his tongue in disbelief.
“Strange. Sunwoo seems to take after you more than Jin.”
“Do you think so?”
In-young’s faint smile vanished, returning to her usual expressionless face. Park Chan-wook, resignedly said,
“If you like her, handle it well. If she truly becomes part of our family, she’ll have her role to play.”
“An 18-year-old boy who lost his smile smiled again because of her. That’s enough for me to approve of her as Sunwoo’s match.”
“Keep watching. Ultimately, it’s Sunwoo’s feelings that matter.”
Shifting the topic, Park Chan-wook asked,
“How’s Jin? Is he prepared for the election?”
“It looks tough this time. He’s focusing on building his organization but lacks solid policies.”
In-young’s astute assessment made Park Chan-wook chuckle. He teasingly asked,
“Jin keeps asking to meet for a meal. Should I support him?”
“Don’t. It’s unwise to invest in a losing venture.”
Park Chan-wook laughed out loud at her response. In moments like these, In-young was truly his daughter.
“Director, we got the OK from Marseille city hall. Seems they finally came to their senses.”
“Good work, Director Ahn.”
Sunwoo had been in Marseille, France, with his secretary-general Ahn Yong-gi for six months. It felt more like six years rather than months due to the numerous complications they had faced.
The most absurd issue was the late objection of the Marseille city officials to the Korean-style garden. They expressed concerns about it not harmonizing with the surrounding landscape of Marseille, only after everything was nearly completed.
Sunwoo had to explain the harmony-focused characteristics of the Korean-style garden and even created a miniature model of Marseille with the completed resort to finally convince them.
Another problem arose when they proposed K1 Construction’s involvement in the maintenance of the resort, inspired by Hanok (traditional Korean house) and Korean gardens.
Although it was a welcome suggestion, the issue was the stake in ownership. After more than two months of negotiations, they finally reached an agreement that satisfied both parties.
“Director, now that we’ve shaken off all the troublesome issues, all that’s left is to complete the project.”
“That’s obvious.”
Yong-gi, looking relieved at Sunwoo, then noticed him scrutinizing the marketing plans for the project’s completion and looked exhausted.
“Sunwoo, take a break. Do you really find work that enjoyable?”
Yong-gi, also Sunwoo’s high school classmate, expressed his annoyance.
“Why delay? Let’s set this up quickly and return to Korea. There seems to be some interest from Indonesia, Vietnam, and Saudi Arabia, right?”
“Ah, my plan for a vacation after this is ruined!”
The success in Marseille was the greatest achievement since Sunwoo became a division head. Yet, he still seemed unsatisfied, yearning for more accomplishments.
Despite his grumbling, Yong-gi didn’t forget his role as the secretary-general. He consistently passed on all the relevant company information shared by Secretary Na Miran to Sunwoo.
“What’s this photo?”
“Last week, Madam President hosted a young artists’ sponsorship event and Mrs. Han Green accompanied her. It was quite successful.”
“The number of public appearances with Mrs. Han has increased significantly. This must be the seventh time, right?”
In the photo, Green looked unrecognizably beautiful, but Sunwoo’s voice betrayed his dissatisfaction. He remembered how intimidated Green was by In-young at the engagement ceremony.
He had never spoken to Green since their wedding, but he could easily guess that she was still wary of In-young.
“This is the eighth time. After Jin’s announcement of candidacy, she also attended a family gathering of the ruling party’s members.”
“What? She was taken to that event as well?”
Sunwoo’s handsome forehead furrowed instantly. He had not expected In-young to take Green to an event related to his father.
“Secretary Na said it was quite embarrassing because Mr. Jin kept treating Mrs. Han like a shadow.”
Sunwoo reopened the photos of Green sent by Secretary Na. They were from the charity bazaar hosted by In-young and the family gathering of K1 Construction executives.
His face hardened as he switched between the two photos.
“Why has she lost so much weight…”
“It seems she’s stressed due to Mr. Jin, especially with the upcoming election.”
Yong-gi, noticing Sunwoo’s concern, shared what he had heard from Secretary Na.
Although Green was managing well, the unpredictable nature of Jin Young-chul, particularly agitated by the election season, was a source of constant worry.
Sunwoo’s face became rigid. Knowing Jin Young-chul’s difficult temperament, he could imagine how hard it was for Green.
“Sunwoo, the election will be over soon, and then it’s Mr. Jin’s sixtieth birthday celebration. You’ll have to return to Korea for that, right?”
“How can I leave with such important work ahead? I can’t afford to waste time traveling back and forth.”
Sunwoo’s gaze remained fixed on Green’s photo, yet his response remained unchanged.
Considering the pile of work ahead of Sunwoo, Yong-gi couldn’t bring himself to persuade him further.
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
