Random Marriage

101

She knew better than anyone how Taeyeon was.

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry?" Tiffany asked back. "In this industry, there are plenty of people who have said even worse things than you. Why should I care?"

"In that case, what do you get out of being with Taeyeon? Or, could it be that you are well aware of where you stand and know that he is just having a bit of fun with you, yet you don't care?"

Words like this were extremely straightforward. Even Yu-Seon, who was watching from the side, broke out in a cold sweat on behalf of Tiffany.

Although Taeyeon had revealed that he was in a relationship with Tiffany, Jung Yeo-joo was right. In this industry, the true entertainment industry, Taeyeon had merely revealed a relationship.

The Big Boss of the Entertainment industry - who was hidden out of view, high up above everyone else - if he wanted to get rid of a model, it would be as simple as a few words.

To be honest, in the eyes of the public, an actor/actress was merely a performer.

Meanwhile, models were even worse - they practically sold their bodies.

Seeing Tiffany did not say anything, Jung Yeo-joo crossed her arms, "Originally, I had something urgent to deal with that day. I was merely a little late, it wasn't a big deal. Do you know how many people would die to marry me? But, who would have thought President Kim would have such bad taste. It's like I can't even compare to someone that sells their body."

Tiffany maintained a smile the entire time, not taking Jung Yeo-joo's words to heart.

Yu-Seon thought Tiffany was rendered speechless by Jung Yeo-joo's words, but after she looked at the expressions of the other artists on their table, Yu-Seon let out a gentle laugh.

Jung Yeo-joo's words didn't just offend Tiffany.

Selling their bodies?

The other artists glared at Jung Yeo-joo like she was a joke. Someone even pretended to knock over a wine glass; the content spilling all over Jung Yeo-joo's dress.

"Sorry Miss Jung, let me wipe that up for you."

"No need, keep your distance from me," Jung Yeo-joo jumped up out of her seat avoiding physical contact and immediately headed for the bathroom.

Yu-Seon lowered her head and let out a gentle laugh.

"I finally understand why, out of the billions of women in this world, you are the one to be standing beside Taeyeon."

Tiffany turned and looked at Yu-Seon as she sneered, "Don't use your assumptions to judge the relationship between Taeyeon and I."

"Tiffany, we are all a part of this industry; no one is truly clean."

"If you are referring to the way I dealt with Jung Yeo-joo, I must point out that I never claimed to be a good person. My motto has always been: I will not attack those that don't attack me first." After speaking, Tiffany no longer conversed with the women on her table. After all, she didn't want to waste time on people that weren't on the same page.

Afterwards, Jung Yeo-joo did not return to her seat. Tiffany later found out that she had moved to the VIP table.

The event lasted a few hours; not too long, but not too short either. Finally, the time was 11pm. At this time, Taeyeon's phone call arrived, "I'm here."

Tiffany stood up to leave with the rest of the guests. As she reached the entrance, she found Taeyeon's car parked eye-catchingly out front. It caught the attention of many people as they surrounded the car; some even whistled.