The next day, Daejeong, who had an early morning shift, went to the ultrasound room.
“Teacher Minjeong, it’s me, Yoon Dajeong.”
“Nurse Yoon! What brings you here so early in the morning?”
Minjeong looked surprised as Dajeong came to the ultrasound room before the start of the examination. Dajeong, feeling embarrassed, mustered up the courage to speak.
“Well, teacher, I know this isn’t the right way to do it.”
“Hmm?”
“I know I should register if I want an examination, but…”
Minjeong, seeing Dajeong acting out of character, smirked.
“You’re too curious. You don’t have the courage to officially undergo an examination yet.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Teacher, I think I might be pregnant.”
Minjeong widened her eyes in shock, unable to utter a word. Everyone in the hospital knew Dajeong was unmarried, so the revelation of pregnancy was unexpected.
Did she have a boyfriend?
They weren’t close enough to know about each other’s private lives, but everyone knew that Yoon Dajeong was a fervent fan of Lee Jaeho. She seemed to be immersed in the world of celebrities, yet no one knew when she had time for dating.
“Oh my. Nurse Yoon, you’re diligent.”
Minjeong complimented with ambiguous words, smiling. Dajeong laughed in response to Minjeong’s peculiar words.
“Um, just before the examination starts. Could you show me the ultrasound?”
“That’s not allowed! Come here and lie down. What’s wrong with taking a quick look? Now, when was your last menstruation?”
Dajeong lay down on the bed where expectant mothers usually rested.
Something felt strange. Now that she was lying down like this, everything seemed like a delusion. Maybe she had seen two lines due to a momentary hormonal imbalance. She pressed her fingertips against her belly as if expecting the illusion to disappear.
Minjeong applied gel to Dajeong’s belly and gently moved the ultrasound device. Soon, the image of the uterus appeared on the monitor.
“Oh my.”
Minjeong spoke with a trembling voice.
“Already, 8 weeks. No, maybe 9 weeks?”
Dajeong, who had seen countless scenes like this, where the 8-week-old baby didn’t evoke much excitement recently, was watching as the small baby in front of her squirmed. Seeing the gradual movement of hands and feet, it was clear that the baby had passed the 7th week. After measuring the baby’s size, Minjeong spoke with confidence.
“It’s 8 weeks and 5 days.”
“······.”
“No need for explanations, right? The baby’s house looks good. Healthy.”
“······.”
“Congratulations, Nurse Yoon. Can I congratulate you?”
A scene she had seen hundreds of times. A small jelly-like baby swimming in the uterus.
Dajeong was choked up. Suddenly, her face felt warm, and when she touched it, tears were flowing incessantly down her cheeks. It was the first time her baby moved, whether she had seen it hundreds or thousands of times.
Everything was a first for Dajeong. It was just fascinating. Like a woman coming to an obstetrician for the first time.
“Well, yes. Thank you for your congratulations.”
She wasn’t alone.
In this scary and overwhelming world, a new family had found her.
“Thank you.”
Could she say that to him? There was a vague hope that he would also be happy.
Seeming gentle yet slightly arrogant, and judging by the fact that Gyeongjun was assigned elsewhere, Da-jeong thought that there might be a somewhat cruel side to this person. Still, Da-jeong was certain that this person would be happy. With that thought, her eyes welled up with tears again.
Hey, little one. Hello. Nice to meet you.
Mom is not alone anymore.
**
Minjeong promised to keep Da-jeong’s pregnancy a secret.
“If you want to see the baby, come again, Nurse Yoon.”
“Thank you.”
Da-jeong planned to continue working as usual for the time being. Night shifts might become challenging as her belly grew, but that was a concern for later, more than six months away. For now, she wanted to work as much as she could.
I have this kind of courage.
She was undoubtedly surprised, but the joy was greater than the surprise, so Da-jeong quickly adapted to the fact of her pregnancy. Although it was a baby she had never wished for, now that she was pregnant, it felt like she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.
She kept bursting into laughter.
She caught the eyes of expectant mothers walking the hallways with their bulging bellies. She cheered for them.
“Mother Lee Hye-won, your due date is approaching soon. Hang in there.”
She sent words of encouragement to the pregnant women she saw every day.
“Nurse Yoon, anything good happen? Why do you keep smiling?”
In response to a playful question from a fellow nurse, she answered with a smile.
“My dreams have been good lately.”
“Oh, dreams? Buy a lottery ticket!”
Maybe I should. However, the news I have is much better than the lottery.
She even practiced telling him.
Mr. Jaeho, I’m pregnant with your child. It’s already 9 weeks. Very healthy and strong. It might be overwhelming, but let’s raise our beautiful baby well.
With that thought, her heart trembled again.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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