Wooyeon finally reddened her eyes. Despite knowing that tears streaming down her cheeks looked like the most pitiful vulnerability in the world, she stubbornly persisted until the end.
If there’s an end for us.
If there was a predetermined line from the beginning.
Here was the end. It had to be.
“Mr. Cha Taekyung, let’s stop here.”
No response was necessary. Wooyeon pushed him away and walked out of the living room.
Taekyung’s heavy footsteps following her made it hard for Wooyeon to breathe. Attempting to shout not to follow her, he grabbed her wrist and forcibly turned her around.
Taekyung barely suppressed his anger.
“Say it again.”
Wooyeon pronounced steadily once again. About our end, about our last moments, and about the reasons why we had to break up.
She added a kind explanation.
“Let’s go back to where we started. Both you and I.”
The shaking black eyes soon closed as if immersed in a blue sea.
“Sigh.”
He still seemed to be holding back his anger. Wooyeon didn’t want to be swallowed up at this moment.
She still hoped for and desired many things, but among them, the emotion called love was strictly excluded.
I told you.
I don’t love you.
“Thank you for everything.”
“Yoon Wooyeon!”
Whatever he threw, the mirror shattered into pieces.
What reflected Taekyung tore Wooyeon’s heart apart like memories. But even at this moment, she had to move.
She tried to escape, but soon found herself trapped in his arms.
Taekyung’s temperature, which seemed like it would melt, hadn’t changed. Would this man always be as warm as he was on the day we spent together for the first time?
Well, I wonder if there is anything in this world that never changes forever.
Facing his heavy expression, Taekyung chewed on his lips.
“Keep the promise you made to me.”
Wooyeon lowered her head.
“No. That promise is over now.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes.”
“Can you handle it?”
“…….”
Taekyung took Wooyeon to the bedroom. Soon, she would cry, but at the same time, it was time for her to realize.
Yoon Wooyeon would never leave Cha Taekyung.
When she opened her eyes, she was in his arms again. Her whole body ached.
On the bed, she was desperate. Trying to resist by hitting Taekyung’s cheek, pushing his body away with both feet, she repeated resistance several times.
But every time, Taekyung embraced Wooyeon even more intensely. He didn’t budge, holding her throughout her attempts to hit his cheek or push him away.
Finally, she burst into tears in his arms. Then, for a moment, it seemed like she fell asleep.
She couldn’t calculate how long she had cried. Wooyeon had put everything down in front of Taekyung.
She tried to get up. Taekyung’s firm hand didn’t let go, so Wooyeon had to grab his wrist and barely escape from his embrace.
She wrote a letter. Asking me for some time. Placing the letter on the bed where he was sleeping, Wooyeon left Taekyung’s house.
The way back home was unusually long and difficult.
On Christmas morning, Wooyeon sat in the anchor room, staring at the monitor for hours.
As she finished the morning news and returned, Wooseok greeted her with a bright smile.
“Senior, happy birthday.”
Wooyeon smiled faintly.
“Thank you.”
“I sent the gift to your house.”
Yeah, that too, thank you. Wooyeon exchanged brief glances with Woosik with such a look.
“Anchor Yoon, happy birthday.”
“Thank you.”
Since then, colleagues who encountered her offered congratulations. Whether in the chief’s office, in the meeting room, or in the studio where they rushed to match the special Christmas CG route, the congratulations were consistent.
If there’s one good thing about being born on Christmas, it’s that you don’t have to throw a birthday party.
Because everyone had plans with the most precious people in their own worlds, no one came to Wooyeon and suggested eating with her.
This concludes the news sidebar. Thank you.
Wooyeon didn’t add Christmas greetings to the news today.
For someone, it was just like yesterday, and she decided not to attach any meaning to today.
Sitting in the studio waiting room where lights were gradually turning off, she monitored the news today. Passing by, the camera director stuck out his tongue.
“Anchor Yoon, wrap it up and go in quickly.”
“Yes. Just this.”
“Don’t you have a lover? Date next year.”
“Yes, please go in first.”
“Okay. Good job!”
Half of the newsroom staff left, and late at night, Wooyeon returned home alone.
A large flower basket was delivered in front of her house. Seeing that it was placed in front of the front door without any contact, it was clear who had left it.
She reached out and pulled out the card stuck in the middle of the flower basket.
[Gdo, 11 PM]The meeting place and time were written. Gdo is the pub where she first kissed him.
Wooyeon’s hand holding the card became cold. As soon as she entered the house, she threw the card into the trash.
Wooyeon opened the drawer of the dressing table where she had carefully placed her resignation letter. She had planned to submit a resignation letter to Director Song and quit whenever Taekyung defeated Chairman Jo.
But now, both Taekyung and Chairman Jo are too quiet.
Is he still hesitating?
Although she didn’t go to the agreed place, she didn’t receive a call from Taekyung.
There were no messages expressing anger, asking why he wasn’t coming, or asking for more time.
Feeling awkward, she lay on the bed and eventually fell asleep.
Around dawn, Wooyeon received a call in her half-asleep state. It was Reporter Yeom.
“……Yes. What’s going on?”
Anchor Yoon, haven’t you heard the news yet?
“The news?”
An uneasy premonition hung over her, making her fully awake.
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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