Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)

Chapter 3(Oversea Advice)

Jisoo accepted things as they came. Advised by Mr Park's secretary, she searched and collected industry information and news every morning, and then compiled a report for the leaders to reference. A duplicate copy of weekly work plans and summaries from every department in the company were sent to her, which she would make an independent report out of. Of course when any big incidents took place in or out of the company, she also needed to gather and summarize relevant news references. 

In short, she had to keep writing endless report after report.

The job was tedious and boring, far away from actual business operations. Jisoo didn't like it. But she later thought that since she was new to the company and since she had come directly from the company's competitor, it would be weird for them to put her in an important department in an important position at the very beginning. Thinking this made her feel relieved and she focused her attention solely on reports. After a few days, she was familiar with the basic information of Layover.

But she wasn't sure if Mr Park even read her reports as she sent every one to his secretary. Later, Jimin told his secretary to secretly request that Jisoo send a copy through email to an appointed email address every time she filed a paper report. Jisoo looked at the email address: "Apache2013@126.vip.com."

Is "Apache" the English name of Park Jimin? It doesn't look like a personal name. Maybe it's a word or an acronym. Urged by a whim, Jisoo tried to figure it out, to no avail.

Note:(Gu Yanzhi the character I gave Jimin, Apache is maybe the english name Of Gu Yanzhi not Park Jimin)

On the weekend, Jisoo got up early and took the bus to the nursing home on the other side of the city.

Built after 2010, the Luyuan Nursing Home was the best and most comfortable nursing home in the city in terms of both facilities and space. Guided by a personal support worker, Jisoo  walked along the leaf-covered river wall with a bag of fresh fruit in her hand, and saw Choi Soojin sitting alone under a large tree.

She walked up to her with light steps. "Mom…"

In her fifties, Choi Soojin  had wrinkles all over her lean face. She looked at her calmly. "Well, I see that you're back."

Mother and daughter talked for a while. Jisoo did the talking while Her mother listened. Soon, her mother said that she felt tired and needed to rest.

"I know you're busy with work, so I won't keep you," she said.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she was pushed away by the personal support worker. Jisoo stood still for a while and took out her cell phone to call Namjoon.

"I'm in the nursing home. Mom looks well." She paused for a moment. "Would you like to talk to her?"

It was probably late at night over on Namjoon's side. She couldn't hear anything but his calm breath.

"Kim Jisoo," he said, "I don't need to know how that woman is."

Jisoo didn't respond.

Since the year Choi Soojin had insisted on divorcing her husband, and each parent had started taking care of one child, Namjoon had refused to call her "Mother." 

That afternoon, Jisoo took a tour of the small town near the nursing home and then visited a former classmate living nearby. When she left the classmate's house, it was past nine o'clock.

She declined the offer of a ride from her former classmate. She didn't want to take a taxi either. Instead, she strolled to the bus station alone. The night around the suburban area was dark and quiet. The platform was empty with only a street lamp glowing dimly.

Soon, the last bus came.

Jisoo took a window seat in the back of the bus.

It was a departure station. Most likely because it wasn't the departure time yet, the driver spoke to her loudly. "Miss, keep on waiting. We'll leave in another five minutes." He then took a nap on the steering wheel. 

Jisoo wrapped up her coat and looked out the window into the dark sky, her mind quiet.

At that moment, she heard footsteps outside coming towards the bus. A tall man got on.

Jisoo took a casual glance at him and turned to look outside the window.

A few seconds later, she suddenly turned to him again.

Under the dim light of the bus, the man was dressed in a dark gray windbreaker, black sports pants, and outdoor shoes. At first glance, Jisoo knew that they were basic articles of high-end brands. He wore a cap as well, the brim pulled so low that only his straight nose and clean-cut chin were exposed. Even without seeing his entire face, you could tell that he was handsome and neat.

Jisoo felt a skip in her heart.

A feeling of deja vu came over her. His build and height were exactly like that man from before, and he had the same strong and unique sense of—how to describe it? Strength, defiance, and aloofness. Even if he did nothing, it was impossible for others to ignore his existence.

He was striding towards her with his long legs. Jisoo quickly turned to look out the window.

His pace was steady yet brisk, passing her quickly. From the fuzzy reflection in the window, Jisoo saw him sit down in the last row.

The bus left.

The night was as chilly as ice with a bright moon and sparse stars visible in the sky. The bus rattled along the quiet road.

Sitting for a while, Jisoo couldn't hold back her curiosity. She simply turned around and looked at him directly.

Well…

He was sleeping again.

He had positioned his tall body squarely in the seat. One arm was resting on the back of the seat in front of him, in which he had buried his face, and the other hand rested casually on his lap. The cap on his head covered his entire face. Not far from him, Jisoo could hear his even breathing.

Hi, Big Cat.

Jisoo held back her laughter.

She leaned forward and lowered her head, trying to look at his face from underneath to see if he was the same man. But it was dim and shadowy on the bus and she could only see vague details of his profile.

"What are you looking at?" A clear and deep voice burst out of the silence.

Startled, Jisoo swiftly straightened herself up and blushed. Lifting his head slowly from his arm, he stared at her patiently with his bright, black eyes.