I Became a Mother (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Sangrimwon.
The stone house, named after the pen name of Attorney Choi Seung Do—the founder of Noel Law Firm—evoked the grandeur of ancient Greek architecture. It felt less like a home for humans and more like a temple built for gods.
“It’s quite cold in winter since it’s an old house.”
Upon arriving at Sangrimwon in the car driven by the chauffeur, Hyo Jin entered the building guided by a female butler.
“When you’re alone together, it’s fine, but when the head mistress is present, you must always address him as ‘Young Master.’”
Otherwise, there would be serious consequences.
“Huh? Young Master?”
Young Master? This wasn’t the Joseon era.
“It’s just a term of endearment. Lady Wang even calls him ‘Daegam’!”
“Whoa, ‘Daegam’?”
As they ascended the spiral staircase to the second floor, a loud thudding noise echoed from above.
Thinking a bomb had just dropped, Hyo Jin instinctively hunched her shoulders.
What rolled down before her eyes wasn’t a bomb but a person wearing a helmet.
“Ugh, Young Master! You can’t skate inside the house!”
“I own this house, so why shouldn’t I skate here?”
“I’m just worried you’ll get hurt.”
“If you came to clean, then clean. Don’t bother me.”
Seriously, they have specialized teachers for every subject—but did he teach himself social skills?
Strangely, Butler Pyo, who’d known the child since infancy, seemed to find his informal speech endearing rather than rude.
“Say hello. This is your new teacher, Miss Bong Hyo Jin, starting today.”
The round back of the helmet turned, revealing bright, jet-black eyes that mirrored Hyo Jin’s reflection like a still pond.
Goodness, what perfect childlike beauty.
Once again, Hyo Jin felt as if someone had just dropped eye drops into her eyes—the world suddenly became clearer and sharper.
She’d heard he was only nine years old, yet his sculpted features were so radiant he could’ve stepped straight onto a fashion runway.
His fair, porcelain skin; large, deep-set double eyelids; high nose bridge; refined jawline; and thick, curly hair parted down the middle, slightly covering his forehead—he was the spitting image of his father.
They say you can’t steal good genes.
For a fleeting moment, Hyo Jin had even wondered if he might not be his father’s biological child—but now she had no choice but to accept it.
His face was basically a DNA test result.
“Hi. My name is Bong Hyo Jin. You said your name is Seung Yul, right? Nice to meet you. Let’s get along well from now on.”
Channeling her inner loving teacher, Hyo Jin extended her hand.
Even to someone unrelated by blood, his beauty was obvious—it was clear he’d monopolized adults’ affection all his life.
“Ugh, annoying.”
The little lord didn’t even glance at her outstretched hand. Instead, he took off his skates and walked straight into his room.
Seriously? She’d heard he’d been expelled from school in Singapore and expected he wouldn’t be ordinary—but she didn’t think he’d blatantly ignore her like this.
Was this what people meant when they said meeting someone could change your mind?
“Go on in.”
Butler Pyo urged her forward as if wondering why she was just standing there.
In front of the child, he melted like ice cream under the sun—but once the child disappeared, he turned as cold as an ice age.
They’d be living and working under the same roof from now on—why not get along nicely?
Then again, her employer had already said he wasn’t sure if she’d mesh well with the child.
Since her contract wasn’t finalized yet, Hyo Jin swallowed her frustration and headed upstairs toward the room of the little boss baby.
Knock knock.
“Can I come in?”
Contrary to her expectations of extravagance, the Young Master’s room had a quaint charm reminiscent of Anne of Green Gables’ attic. A telescope sat on the desk facing a triangular window in a separate bedroom area.
“Oh, so you’re really into space.”
The little lord, whom she expected to scream at her to leave, sat quietly inside a green Native American-style tent, reading a book.
“What are you reading?”
The book in his hands was Richard Bach’s *Jonathan Livingston Seagull*.
“Wow, I read this back in middle school…”
On the desk, classics like *The Apology of Socrates*, *The Analects*, *The Odyssey*, and *Gyeongmong Yogyol* lined the shelves.
She’d bet he’d read more than her own high-school-senior brother—maybe even more than her. That would be problematic.
“You like these classics?”
“…”
Seung Yul? Who exactly am I talking to—should I be talking to the wall?
“You really dislike me that much?”
“Yes.”
Ugh, if you’re going to reject me anyway, at least hesitate a little to show some courtesy! Don’t make me feel awkward.
“Why?”
You haven’t even given me a chance yet. She started to resent the Young Master for denying her even that.
“I don’t need a teacher.”
He already had eleven specialized tutors—one more teacher was pointless.
“I know you already have subject-specific tutors. My role is to help you with anything difficult in your studies or any issues you might face in school life.”
Though truthfully, she was closer to a babysitter keeping him out of trouble.
“I don’t need a teacher. I need a mom.”
“What?”
“You said you’d help with any issues in school life, right? Then instead of a teacher, I need a mom. Can you be my mom?”
Hyo Jin met the child’s wide-eyed, earnest stare, feeling as if she were being pulled into those dark pupils.
Was this how Saint-Exupéry felt meeting the Little Prince in the middle of a desert?
It was like being asked to draw a sheep.
“Why do you need a mom?”
Though she knew the request was absurd, she was dying to understand his reason.
“At school, the moms are hosting a charity art exhibition. I told my friends my mom would be coming too.”
“Kid, how could you just lie like that?”
His single-parent status was clearly documented in the family background form.
“I wouldn’t make a lie that’s so easy to catch.”
Of course, she understood how he felt.
Was he being teased by other kids for not having a mom?
“Anyway, Dad really does have someone he’s going to marry, so no one will think it’s strange.”
“What? He has someone he’s going to marry?”
Caught completely off guard, Hyo Jin raised her voice without realizing it.
“Hey, why are you only telling me something this important now?”
Well, in a family like this, they’d obviously arranged a match for him.
But why did her heart suddenly feel so hollow—as if she’d just heard her favorite celebrity was getting married?
“Is that really what matters?”
Seung Yul couldn’t understand her at all.
They’d just met, and she was upset he hadn’t mentioned this sooner?
“What’s the fiancée like? Is she pretty?”
Suddenly launching into a background check, Hyo Jin watched Seung Yul’s already puzzled brow furrow even deeper.
“Why are you staring like that? As your student, I should answer the teacher’s questions, right?”
Hyo Jin, fully aware her question was loaded with personal interest, felt a pang of guilt under the boy’s direct gaze.
“Why are women always so curious about stuff like this?”
See? There it was—*women*. It wasn’t just her who was curious about his dad.
He must’ve been asked this countless times before.
“Well, it’s only natural to be curious!”
With a playful smile, Hyo Jin decided to brazenly commit to her nosiness since she’d already asked.
“You’ve been living abroad, so you might not know—but in Korea, people get closer by asking nosy questions. What does she look like? Is she pretty? How tall is she? Taller than me? How old is she? What does she do?”
Sighing as if exhausted, Seung Yul finally spoke.
“Well… kind of.”
Kind of?
“Then why not just ask your pretty new mom?”
Why was he making such a request to her—a contract-based tutor with zero connection to his dad?
“Because it has to be a secret from Dad.”
As if it were obvious, Seung Yul looked at her like she was the one being difficult.
“What about me? What if your fake mom story falls apart when your dad’s real fiancée shows up at school?”
She’d be humiliated in front of other parents who thought she was his actual mother.
“Then I’ll just say we broke up.”
After all, no one knows how a relationship will turn out until the couple actually walks down the aisle.
Seung Yul, who’d been flipping through his book with detached calm, suddenly stopped, looked up, and met Hyo Jin’s eyes.
“But you absolutely cannot tell Dad.”
“Why?”
“He’d never understand.”
“Whoa—what if Dad finds out?”
With a weary sigh, Seung Yul set his book down and crawled out of the tent.
His expression clearly said, *Do I really have to spell this out for you?*
“See that forsythia tree in the garden?”
“Forsythia? That’s a forsythia tree?”
How could anyone tell without flowers?
Hyo Jin stretched her neck, staring at the thin, bare branches drooping over the wall.
“That’s all my switch.”
“What?”
“Great-great-grandfather wanted to plant bamboo, but Dad said forsythia switches hurt more and don’t break easily—so he planted forsythia instead.”
“Seriously? Who said that?”
“Dad.”
Father-in-law?
“When did your father say that?”
“When I got expelled from school in Singapore.”
After being deported back to Korea and enduring a six-hour flight, instead of welcoming him with warmth and comfort, his father picked up the switch.
He’d turned a blind eye to the absence of a mother until now—but from this point on, he wouldn’t tolerate anything that dishonored her memory.
“Wow, complete plot twist.”
She’d always heard that if a child doesn’t listen, it’s the adult’s fault for failing to guide them properly—but apparently, his father chose discipline through pain.
“But if you lie to your dad, won’t you get punished even more?”
“So you’re saying you won’t do it?”
Thinking she’d already agreed, Seung Yul had gone through all that trouble explaining—and now he snapped irritably, tensing the corners of his eyes.
“If you don’t agree, I’ll just say I don’t need a teacher.”
Oh great, now he was even threatening her.
“Fine.”
Hyo Jin bit her lower lip in warning as she watched the little brat’s smirk curl upward in triumph.
“Just so you know—I’m not agreeing because you said you don’t need a teacher.”
“Then why are you doing it?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
Tch. Seung Yul snorted disdainfully.
“This is a one-time thing.”
Of course, lying was wrong—but as someone who’d raised her younger brother after losing her own mother in middle school, Hyo Jin understood his feelings all too well.
Every time her brother had been teased for not having a mom, she’d gone to school herself to scold the bullies.
“You’re not going to actually show up at school like that, right?”
Now that she’d agreed to play his mom, Seung Yul tilted his head skeptically, scanning her from head to toe like he was running a background check.
“What? What’s the problem now?”
She’d thought agreeing to be his mom would settle it.
But as the boy’s gaze traveled from her clothes to her face and hair, Hyo Jin swallowed hard, sensing this was only the beginning.
“Follow me.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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Took back his own words real fast, funny man. Wonder what her message is
He really is a bad father. Kinda sad how he just left his son alone.