Let’s go down the stairs, and the sound of a spinning wheel could be heard.
8 a.m. in the morning.
In the pottery workshop ‘Cheongjo’ in Haeiri, the one spinning the wheel is Doha’s mother, Mihee.
While leaning against the door, Doha looked at Mihee’s back and thought of Yeeun.
Until now, Mihee was thought to have the narrowest back in the world, but yesterday he realized that might not be true.
The effort of Yeeun, who carried the weight of life on her small and delicate back, felt even more profound.
Coffee was dripping from the coffee machine on one side of the workshop table.
Having stared at his mother’s back for a while, Doha slowly approached the table, filled a mug with coffee, and held it out to Mihee.
“Have coffee first.”
As Mihee extended her hand to take the coffee mug, the spinning wheel stopped.
Mihee, who had taken off her headset covering her ears, smiled and raised her hand.
“Wash your hands first.”
Watching Mihee rise from her seat and wash her hands at the corner sink in the workshop, Doha slowly drank the coffee.
Mihee, who approached with her apron, raised her coffee mug when she handed Doha her share.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Now you look more like a person.”
“When did I not look like a person?”
“You were a walking corpse.”
Six years ago, on the day Doha’s father, Chagang, lost his life in an unfortunate accident, Mihee fell apart.
On the day he returned to Korea upon hearing the sad news while studying abroad, Mihee was wandering in a daze.
His temperature had risen to around 40 degrees due to extreme stress.
The doctor said it was a high fever that could melt internal organs.
When Yeeun’s temperature hit 39.3 degrees yesterday, Mihee came to mind.
The resilient Mihee.
After overcoming the fever, Mihee attended Chagang’s funeral with Doha.
The funeral of a husband who left for a honeymoon with a young actress and returned as a corpse.
Despite the betrayal of a husband who only knew her beyond that, Mihee quietly bid farewell to her husband.
It seemed she learned how tough women can be that day.
From that day on.
Not only did she become a troublemaker who couldn’t control her husband’s heart for a day, but she also endured Chairman Chajiseop’s harsh persecution.
Holding the marriage contract, Chairman Chajiseop clung to Mihee’s ankles and didn’t even allow Mihee to go to the United States to meet Doha.
Such Mihee endured the stepfather’s persecution silently and made pottery every day.
Mihee, who had been a potter before marriage and sporadically after marriage, became a famous figure in that field by hanging on to a single jar for six years.
She had thrown away the names of Hanju Group and Chagang, walking her own path.
“By the way, Author Jung Mihee.”
Doha, who called his mother with respect, looked around the workshop and said, “Shouldn’t you have an exhibition?”
The not-so-small workshop was filled with white pottery jars.
A gentle and elegant light flowed gracefully from the white and shimmering pottery.
It resembled the white moon that illuminated the dark alley at the end, just like last night.
“It’s a shame to see it alone.”
As Mihee lightly touched the pottery with her fingertips, she replied with a smile.
“Anyway, it’s in progress. I’m negotiating the schedule with Director Kwon of the Luang Cultural Foundation, tirelessly.”
“Director Kwon?”
Turning to Mihee and asking, Mihee responded with a somewhat nostalgic expression.
“He’s the son-in-law of Luang Kim Sohye, the chairman. Quite clever.”
“I don’t know if he’s clever or not, but he does the job well. He has a good eye.”
Whoever he is, he seems to be quite capable.
To think that he managed to open the heart of author Jung Mihee, who had refused exhibitions for six years.
Pic, Doha, who smiled, turned to his mother and said, “Let me know when the schedule is set. Even if not Hanju, we’ll sponsor in Genesis.”
“Thank you, sponsor. Please sponsor generously. The more, the better.”
Smiling playfully at Mihee’s teasing, Mihee also smiled brightly.
It took six years for Mihee to smile like this.
It wasn’t the same smile as before. It was a much tired and worn-out smile.
It was a bit regrettable, but at the same time, it was a relief.
Soon she would be free even from the marriage contract, so she would smile even more.
When Doha’s smile scattered coolly, Mihee spoke again.
“Now, tell me your story.”
Mihee took croissants out of the mini oven, put them on a small, cute plate, and offered them to Doha.
“What story?”
Taking the plate, when Doha asked again, Mihee, sitting in front of the table, answered with sparkling eyes.
“Considering you ran all the way here this dawn, there must be something going on.”
It was a rare occasion.
Doha rarely visits Haeiri’s workshop, let alone in such a unplanned way.
Perceiving this as strange, Mihee stared at her son’s face, searching for an answer.
Doha, who laughed playfully at Mihee, sipped his coffee.
“What’s going on.”
Doha lowered his gaze into the black coffee in the sturdy mug.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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