“Were you surprised? Why are you always startled?”
“Well, you suddenly called out from behind. Anyone would be startled by that.”
Gaeul, clearly taken aback, was met with Jooa’s chuckling laughter.
Jooa then playfully poked her cheek.
‘Ouch. Got paint on it.’
Unaware that paint was on her hand, Jooa had smeared it on Gaeul’s pale cheek. As she was about to wipe it off with her sleeve, Jooa suddenly pulled back her hand.
The red color settled nicely on her cheek like blusher, looking so cute that Jooa wanted to leave it a bit longer.
‘So cute. There’s always a charm in teasing her. How can a kid be this adorable?’
Despite being covered in splashes of paint on her working apron and white as flour with long, flowing hair adding to her femininity, she was also modest and well-mannered, resembling a wealthy family’s daughter.
Even dressed simply, her straight posture added to that impression.
‘She must come from a well-off family.’
Though they’d been close for quite some time, they always met outside. Gaeul never talked about her home, leading Jooa to draw her own conclusions.
Watching Gaeul intently, Jooa was questioned.
“Why…?”
“Oh, nothing. Anyway, your paintings are really fancy.”
Trying to change the subject, Jooa took a proper look at Gaeul’s paintings she had glanced at earlier.
‘Wow… What kind of paintings are these?’
They were impressive enough to induce an inferiority complex. Of course, there were many artists more talented than this, but among their peers, Gaeul’s skills were exceptional.
Indeed, she had been noticeable since their freshman year. Hanging around Gaeul out of curiosity, Jooa had become her closest friend.
Her kind heart melted any jealousy, leaving only admiration for her talent.
“…What do you think?”
“How is it??”
“Yes.”
At Gaeul’s tensely asked question, Jooa responded with a deflated tone.
“What do you mean? Of course, it’s good.”
“…That’s a relief.”
Gaeul seemed genuinely relieved. Jooa looked at her as if she was adorable.
“You need to enjoy yourself a bit more.”
“Haha…”
Still, Gaeul was focused on one thing only.
‘That’s a relief. Chairman Han might attend this exhibition. Everyone says it’s good, so the reaction shouldn’t be bad, right…?’
Suddenly, Jooa teasingly said,
“But why are you so soft?”
“No, I’m tired too. Look at these dark circles.”
Gaeul tried to emphasize her tiredness, but Jooa shook her head as if it was nonsense.
“You’re just pale. Gaeul, see? This is what they call dark circles.”
Jooa pulled over Dojin, who was painting nearby, and pointed to the shadows under his eyes to clarify.
“Baek Jooa, what are you doing?”
Dojin seemed annoyed by Jooa’s words. But when his eyes met Gaeul’s, he awkwardly scratched his head and spoke gently to her.
“I’m just a bit tired. Normally, I have better complexion, right?”
“I know, oppa. Everyone is tired right now.”
Dojin cleared his throat and complimented Gaeul’s painting.
“Ahem! Right? But Gaeul’s painting is great today too.”
“Thanks. Your painting is good too, oppa.”
“Thanks. Your painting is… pretty.”
As they were chatting, Gaeul’s apron vibrated. She quickly pulled out her phone and checked a message.
[Chairman Han: Come home early today. Let’s have dinner together.]‘…What’s the matter?’
It was rare for him to call on the same day without notice. Gaeul tilted her head in puzzlement.
[Yes, Chairman Han.]Despite her confusion, Gaeul promptly replied and quickly put away her phone and stood up.
As Gaeul wiped her brush on a paper towel, both asked simultaneously,
“Gaeul, where are you going?”
“Yun Gaeul. It’s not finished yet, where are you going?”
Gaeul quickly took off her apron and answered.
“Ah… I have something at home, so I think I need to leave now.”
Jooa, glancing at Gaeul’s last piece, expressed regret.
“It looks almost finished, what a shame. You’ll have to work more tomorrow.”
“That’s right. I wanted to finish today.”
Saying she would clean her brushes, Gaeul waved her hand and left.
Jooa waved back and smiled, then paused. She suddenly remembered she forgot to wipe off the paint on Gaeul’s cheek.
‘Ah, right! I didn’t wipe off the paint.’
But Gaeul was already far away.
“Hey, Baek Jooa. Are you going to keep embarrassing Gaeul like that?”
“Oh, what!”
Jooa groaned briefly, responding sharply to Dojin, who was grumbling beside her.
‘Well… she’ll clean it herself, right?’
In front of the main building of Chairman Han’s mansion in Hannam-dong.
The mansion was bustling, which was rare. It was because he had arrived.
“So, Kitaek is here.”
“Yes, grandfather. How have you been?”
“Fine, fine. Did everything wrap up well in Venice?”
“Yes.”
“How long are you planning to stay this time?”
Knowing he didn’t stay long in Korea, Chairman Han speculated, but he shook his head.
“I’m planning to settle down in Korea now.”
Chairman Han widened his eyes for a moment then returned to a nonchalant expression.
“Oh? Is that so? What about Venice and other overseas branches?”
“I’m receiving regular reports, so it’s fine. I plan to manage the Korean branches and visit occasionally.”
“Hmm, alright. Let’s go inside.”
“Yes.”
There was no longer a reason to travel around the world.
The last stop in the incomparably artistic city of Venice, his galleries established worldwide, had perfectly found their place.
It was the right decision, as always.
His gallery, beautifully overlooking the Grand Canal in Venice, fit seamlessly with art. Having confirmed that the paintings were selling well, there was no need to stay and watch any longer.
Just after shaking off his hands, he returned home.
Then, from a distance, loud footsteps echoed up the mansion’s staircase. The owner of the footsteps was Mijeong.
As soon as Mijeong stepped out of the mansion’s entrance, she chided him.
“Kitae! You should have let me know before you came! Mom feels neglected!”
“It’s the same whether I inform you beforehand or not.”
“Still! Mom didn’t even prepare anything delicious because she didn’t know her son was coming!”
“Anything you serve will be fine.”
“What…? You really don’t understand your mother’s heart, even though I gave birth to you!”
Mijeong kept grumbling about his indifference, and Kitae pushed her inside under the pretext of the cold outside. Though she seemed upset at being cut off, she entered the house.
After ushering Mijeong inside, Kitae glanced back. The secretary, catching his cue, discreetly got into the car.
Kitae was about to avert his gaze when he suddenly noticed the presence of a woman standing beside him.
“…?”
“…!”
Their eyes met, and she flinched, visibly startled.
The last time he saw her, she was a little girl, but now she stood before him, somewhat grown.
‘She’s still here.’
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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