The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 103
Even when sleeping, Cha Sohyeon wouldn’t leave me alone.
“Your right hand is fine. Since you’ve been nursing me all day, give me your arm as a pillow.”
She plays both the villain and the savior all by herself.
“Haah, I’ll sleep soundly for the next two days. Your arm is the best sleeping pill, Juwon-ssi.”
As she says this, she snuggles tightly against me.
Even if she’s smaller than the others, her weight is definitely noticeable.
Her snow-white legs slide up and rub against my thigh.
“Sohyeon-ssi, aren’t you sticking too close…?”
“I won’t eat you until your arm fully heals, so don’t worry.”
“Thanks for that.”
Her tone was so casual that I reflexively replied.
“In that case, since I can’t be on top because of my arm, you could just climb on top of me instead.”
She giggles with a mischievous grin.
The cold ice queen, the pure goddess, the seductress who craves nights with me, the playful fairy—which one is Cha Sohyeon’s true face?
She looks peaceful as she sleeps quietly.
Even when she tosses and turns, she clings tightly to me.
Like a puppy afraid of being separated from its mother.
[You need to sleep a lot for your arm to heal faster.]
‘I’d like to, but the fever makes it too hot. Must be all the nourishing food I ate.’
It’s working at the most unnecessary time.
Chairman Park Beomjun and Director Yoon Sangho, who were about to head to the hospital after hearing the surgery was over, found themselves stuck.
“What do you mean the hospital told us not to come?”
“They said he’s been moved elsewhere, so going there is pointless.”
“How could they move him so soon after surgery?”
“The hospital didn’t give details. It’s a VIP ward—no visitors allowed without their permission.”
“Damn it, since when is visiting a patient this hard?”
He taps the desk impatiently with his fingers.
“Didn’t Sohyeon arrange the hospital too? Did she move him again?”
“I don’t know. The hospital wouldn’t say.”
“I can’t figure out what that girl’s thinking. Does she really have feelings for Juwon?”
“Well, even if she does, what can the company do? If Sohyeon wants something, who can stop her?”
With popularity enough to sustain an entire agency, natural beauty, undeniable acting skills, meticulous self-care, and the backing of a chaebol family—she’s an actress with no flaws.
The fact that she’s under Fine Entertainment alone is a huge asset to the company.
Given the situation, neither the chairman nor the director has the means or the will to stop Cha Sohyeon.
“I was worried about scandalous articles, but since there’s been no news, she must be handling it well.”
“Hmm, if that’s the case, there’s no real problem.”
Park Beomjun stares at the screen displaying the music charts.
His expression is thoughtful.
“What are you thinking about?”
“About Juwon.”
“Wondering where he is?”
“He’s not a kid—he’ll come back when he’s ready. I was just thinking…he’s incredible.”
“It is impressive how he’s brought Red Blossom this far.”
“And on top of that, he risked his life to get them to No. 1.”
At the top of the real-time music chart was a familiar name.
[1st Place. Butterfly / Red Blossom]
—Fine Entertainment and Red Blossom should bow to that manager.
—What kind of manager gets more headlines than the group?
—Came here looking for the group’s name. The song slaps.
—Who knew flops could rise like this?
—The girls’ potential is no joke. The company just couldn’t tap into it.
—Is the manager alive?
—Just his arm got messed up, apparently.
Sera kept scrolling through the comments.
This should be a time of rolling on the floor in joy…but she didn’t feel happy.
The image of Shin Juwon being crushed under the falling debris was still vivid in her mind.
“Unnie, why can’t we go to the hospital? Oppa’s having another surgery. We should check on him.”
Rina pouted as she spoke.
“They said the manager is in special treatment right now. Sohyeon unnie will help him recover faster. So let’s just wait a little longer.”
Ryu Yeoreum, who was cooking in the kitchen, replied.
Unlike at the hospital, her expression was calm.
“Why are you so relaxed?”
“Me?”
“Yeah. You fainted when you saw Oppa at the hospital. So why are you so calm now?”
“W-well…it’s because I trust Sohyeon unnie. She said his arm can fully recover. When has Sohyeon unnie ever lied?”
“That’s…true, but…”
“Come here and help me cut this. We agreed to have a celebration party, remember? We’ll do something grand when the manager comes back, but for now, let’s just enjoy some good food.”
Yeoreum, who knew the full story, suppressed a smile as she continued cooking.
Because Cha Sohyeon had told her he’d recover in two days.
“We’re really No. 1.”
The vision shown by the Prophet’s gift had become reality.
With a fandom barely large enough to fill a handful, and the top 20 being an impenetrable wall, I’d been skeptical.
But who knew we’d reach the summit this easily?
“It’s the result of Juwon-ssi risking his life.”
“Me?”
“Yes. Before the busking recording, we were stuck at 17th. But after the accident news broke, the rankings started changing.”
My name and Red Blossom flooded portal news sections.
People wondered what was happening and started searching.
Once they learned Red Blossom was a girl group, they flocked to MTube for videos and music sites for the song.
“They kept climbing all day and finally hit No. 1 an hour ago. It’s all thanks to you, Juwon-ssi.”
Honestly, it’s surreal.
I never thought we’d reach No. 1 like this.
“Ah, I’m jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Of Red Blossom. They have room to grow, so you’ll keep helping them, but I’ve already peaked.”
If another actor had said this, I’d have found it tactless, but coming from Cha Sohyeon, I just nodded.
“What about Cannes or the Oscars? You haven’t won at international film festivals yet. Don’t you want to be like Han Sora?”
“I never thought about it, but now that you mention it, I’m getting greedy. If you can get me there, I’ll give it a shot.”
She grins.
Her smile is so confident, as if she already believes I’ll make it happen, that I wonder if I shouldn’t have said anything.
The pain in my arm has almost completely faded—enough that I can move around the house without issue.
‘This is amazing. Even a shattered arm can heal like this.’
[The Son of God recovered with holes in His palms and feet. If you don’t care about appearances, it can heal even faster.]
‘Take your time and make it the same.’
I’m not someone who’s going to heaven in 40 days.
I even had meals with Cha Sohyeon at the dining table.
The nourishing food kept coming, and she still fed me, but just being off the bed made me feel better.
Seeing my shattered arm come back to life in just two days is nothing short of miraculous.
“Tomorrow, we’ll remove the cast and put on a new one. If it looks perfectly fine, people will get suspicious. You’ll have to wear it for a while, even if it’s uncomfortable.”
Nodding, I checked the music charts.
Even after a day, we hadn’t fallen from No. 1.
With this momentum, we can expect good results on music shows too.
“Does your arm hurt?”
Cha Sohyeon, sitting to my right, asked.
Since yesterday, she’s avoided sitting on my left, where the cast is.
“Try tapping the cast. See if it’s okay.”
I gently pat it.
“Harder.”
Even when I hit it harder, there’s no pain.
I wrap my hand around her fist and tap the cast together.
“Still doesn’t hurt?”
“Nope.”
No matter how I move it, there’s no pain.
At the hospital, even the slightest touch was excruciating.
“But why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
She gets up from the couch.
“Let’s watch a movie before bed.”
There was a home theater room in the basement.
One wall was a screen, with multiple speakers in front.
“It’s hard to go to the theater freely. The screen’s smaller, but it’s decent.”
“‘Decent’ is an understatement.”
I settled into a half-reclined position on the plush cushions.
“What should we watch…Hmm, there’s one we didn’t finish last time. Let’s start from the beginning.”
She seemed to have something in mind, so I agreed.
As the lights dimmed and the movie started, she leaned against my shoulder.
“This is nice…I always wished you were beside me when I watched alone. Leaning on you is so comfortable.”
Since yesterday, she’s been saying nothing but sweet things.
Every time I hear her voice, my heart tingles.
The movie was a steamy R-rated romance.
The male and female leads shared a passionate kiss on the couch.
The female lead, straddling the male lead, fed him a cherry from her mouth.
“In the West, they call virgins ‘cherries.’ The female lead feeding the male lead a cherry must mean she’s offering her virginity.”
It was a loaded comment, but my mind was elsewhere.
｢I saw it in a movie…I was so jealous of the girl feeding the guy a cherry while kissing him.｣
Yeoreum’s words during our first kiss.
“Juwon-ssi, are you listening?”
Cha Sohyeon’s pouting face snapped me back to reality.
“Sorry. I suddenly remembered something Yeoreum said.”
“What did she say?”
“She mentioned this movie. Said she was jealous of the male and female leads doing the cherry kiss. I had no idea I’d watch it with you, Sohyeon-ssi.”
“She must’ve been talking about watching it with me. We saw it together here.”
“Huh?”
“Yeoreum was overthinking how to kiss you, so I showed her some intense kissing scenes. She copied what she saw here. On showcase day.”
Ah.
“Just like you don’t lie to us, we don’t lie to each other either. If we kissed, we say we kissed. If we had sex, we say we had sex.”
What kind of American-style honesty is this?