My Korean CEO Girlfriend

In March, with cherry blossoms drifting through the air, Seoul National University was filled with the bustle and anticipation unique to the start of a new semester. Chen Yuan struggled through the crowd, dragging two huge suitcases. He had just arrived from Incheon Airport, and fine beads of sweat still glistened on his forehead.

"Coming through! Watch out!" someone cried in Korean from behind him.

Before Chen Yuan could turn around, he felt a powerful collision. His suitcase slammed into another dark green hard-shell case. The cases sprang open, sending clothes and papers scattering across the ground like falling petals.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Chen Yuan instinctively apologized in Korean, crouching down to hurriedly gather the scattered papers. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes as cold and sharp as stars...