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Downstairs Namjoon entered his home; it had been a rough, busy day for him. The thought of celebrating the New Year hadn’t even come across his mind. What for? Should he get drunk alone and drown his sorrow? Or, like other single men in America, look for a fling at some bar? He didn’t have the time or the mood. Plus, he usually found the women in the bars were too unattractive.
He had been working up until this moment. He’d invited a few business partners over to his place without any fuss, and they all headed directly to his balcony. It was classic and elegant, full of plants and bright lights. They sipped tea while discussing an investment project they had been working on lately.
Just 30 minutes into their conversation, a dark-skinned partner of his suddenly paused, asking him, “Namjoon, did you hear something?”
Accordingly, everyone started to quiet down; they heard the sound of slow and light footsteps coming from upstairs: pat, pat, pat...
Everyone began to stare at each other. Judging from the footsteps, Namjoon had already figured out who that could be.
He smiled—a rare, sincere and delighted smile. His deep and clearly sculpted face appeared ridiculously handsome under the lights. The female business partner sitting next to him came to a realization. “Namjoon, there’s a woman in your home?”
“It’s my younger sister,” he responded. Soon after that, a young lady elegantly walked down the stairs, smiling.
“Brother! Hi guys.”
Men are all about looks, and most of the Wall Street elites there were male. At this moment, regardless of age or skin color, as long as they were male their attention was on Jisoo.
The Korean lady in her twenties was in a simple black hoodie and jeans, and on her feet were furry slippers. Her long, damp hair was lying on her shoulders. There was a pop of redness to her pale and youthful cheeks, adding a little dewiness to her skin. This was the most gorgeous face they’d ever seen, with her fresh and pretty facial features, she appeared exotic, pure, and lively.
Namjoon’s gaze was on his sister, and then it landed on the rest of the men.
He unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
Standing up, he forced a smile. “Shall we just call it a day? I have a visitor here.”
He quickly dismissed all the guests. Five minutes later, they had all left the premise.
Standing by, Jisoo walked the last visitor out, grinning. Namjoon quickly glanced at her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? What were you gonna do all by yourself?”
Jisoo chuckled. She grabbed his arm and they walked inside. “I just wanted to surprise you. Brother, were you nervous hearing my slow footsteps on the stairs? Haha!”
Namjoon quietly chuckled without commenting.
It had been a while since they’d last seen each other. Jisoo had meant to get him some presents before the visit, but she hadn’t found the time to go shopping. She had been busy all the way up to the last day she had worked at Layover before vacation. So the present she’d gotten him was just an average male wallet from Layover.
As expected, once Namjoon received the wallet, he threw it over the couch after sparing it an impatient glare.
“You can’t just refuse all our domestic brands,” Jisoo said with a frown. “The quality and craftsmanship are actually pretty good. It’s from the company I’m working for—we’re talking about the time and effort I’ve put in here.”

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Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)
FanfictionKim Jisoo once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to "create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn" in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he co...
Chapter 28(A Lovely Surprise)
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