I Became a Mother (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
28 years ago,
Kyo Hwan lost his grandfather and father at the exact same moment.
At just seven years old, he became the chief mourner due to a sudden accident.
Gossipmongers compared him to King Danjong, who had ascended the throne at a young age, after he became heir to the law firm by his grandfather’s will, bypassing his own father.
The senior advisors who had co-founded the firm with his grandfather, Attorney Choi Seung Do, appointed Kang Jae Ik—a close friend of Kyo Hwan’s late father and the adopted son of Chairman Choi Seung Do—as managing partner until the seven-year-old Kyo Hwan reached adulthood.
His mother, Lady Min Ja Hyun, and his grandmother-in-law, Lady Bang Mi Hee, both widowed on the same day, devoted themselves fiercely to raising Kyo Hwan, the sole hope of their family, honoring their husbands’ final wishes.
Blessed with inexhaustible, devoted love from his mother and grandmother, Kyo Hwan passed the bar exam at the age of twenty. The following year, he also passed the foreign service exam, the civil service exam, the U.S. CPA exam, and the international bar exam, earning himself the enduring title of “prodigy.”
After completing his military service as a judge advocate, he longed to marry early and start a family.
The year and ten months he spent as an associate judge in the civil division of the Seoul Central District Court, married to his junior from university, were the most radiant and beautiful season of his life.
Sadly, that brilliant season did not last long….
While pregnant, his wife was in an accident, putting their unborn child in danger. She insisted on delivering the baby but never woke up afterward.
When the infant finally came home from the incubator after a hundred days, carried in a wicker basket, wails louder than those at a funeral spilled beyond the high courtyard walls.
“Oh, poor thing.”
Kyo Hwan named him “Seung Yul,” taking the generational character from his grandfather, Chairman Choi Seung Do, hoping the grandfather who had loved and supported him more than anyone would now watch over the child like a guardian angel.
“I’ll raise Yul well myself, so don’t you worry about a thing.”
Right after the baby was discharged from the hospital, Kyo Hwan entrusted him to his mother and, honoring the wishes of the firm’s founding advisors, resigned from his judgeship to join the law firm.
At least when immersed in work, he could momentarily forget the reality of having lost his wife.
Just two years after joining the firm, Kyo Hwan successfully orchestrated a series of multi-trillion-won mergers and acquisitions for multinational corporations, proving his leadership by elevating “Noel” into the ranks of the world’s top 100 law firms.
His mother, Lady Min Ja Hyun, believing Singapore offered a safe environment where her grandson could learn both English and Chinese simultaneously, free from easy access to drugs or firearms in the U.S. or Europe, relocated there with her two-year-old grandson so Kyo Hwan could focus solely on the firm.
“Yul is growing up just fine, so don’t worry at all.”
Every week during their phone calls, she reassured him.
Kyo Hwan had absolutely no reason to doubt her words.
After all, he himself had grown up safely after losing his father at age seven, thanks solely to his mother’s unwavering devotion—she had given up remarriage at a young age to raise him alone.
Naturally, he assumed his son would also listen well to his grandmother—but that turned out to be a grave miscalculation.
As a baby, the boy never cried for milk, as if aware of his motherless state—but as he grew older, he became utterly uncontrollable.
At first, they suspected attention deficit disorder or autism spectrum disorder, but all tests came back normal.
He was a free spirit, obeying no one—not even his primary caregiver, his grandmother.
His behavior disrupted classes at the international school, which valued academic focus, and after several warnings, he was expelled.
Only when faced with visa cancellation and possible deportation back to Korea after two school transfers did his mother finally confess everything to Kyo Hwan.
“He’ll be fine when he grows up, so please don’t worry.”
But Kyo Hwan could no longer afford to worry nothing. He arranged to resolve the visa issue—but on the condition that his son return to Korea. He personally went to the airport to pick him up.
“Oh, poor thing.”
Seeing the child, who had left Korea after his second birthday and now returned fully grown, Butler Pyo and the household staff burst into tears—but Kyo Hwan silently led him to his room, opened the window, and explained why his great-great-grandfather had planted forsythia in the yard.
After sternly warning that he would use a rod if such behavior ever happened again, Kyo Hwan sought out his father-in-law, Professor Kim Yong Hoon.
His father-in-law agreed that the child should be placed under a professional educator, not his grandmother—and the person recommended was none other than Teacher Bong Hyo Jin, who was coming in for an interview today.
“I was truly delighted.”
Her bright, cheerful face and confident answer struck Kyo Hwan as strangely naive—like a child’s impulsive bravado.
As a parent, he wanted a teacher with proven competence, not just enthusiasm—not some rookie just starting out.
Moreover, the only reason he hadn’t dismissed her outright despite today’s incident was precisely because, as she claimed, she came highly recommended by Professor Kim Yong Hoon.
Yes—after all, she was endorsed by none other than the father of the woman who had given birth to Seung Yul.
Kyo Hwan decided to trust his father-in-law’s judgment.
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“Wow!”
Stepping into the accommodations with its antique interior, Hyo Jin couldn’t help but exclaim in awe.
She felt less like she’d come for work and more like she was on a luxury hotel stay.
The space was larger than two combined rooms in the villa where her grandmother and younger sibling lived. It featured a queen-sized bed, a bathroom, a separate kitchen, and even an outdoor terrace resembling the balcony from Romeo and Juliet.
After changing into comfortable clothes, Hyo Jin opened the folding doors and stepped barefoot onto the terrace, gazing with a full heart at the sky, where the sunset blazed red.
For someone who’d been shuffling between basement rooms ever since her father passed away when she was nineteen, simply waking up each morning in a sunlit room felt like pure luxury.
Butler Pyo, who had managed the inner affairs of Sangnimwon for thirty years since arriving from Jeonju, explained that the estate was divided into four sections.
The closest building to the entrance, the haengnangchae, housed resident staff like her and himself.
The smaller sarangchae was where she would teach the young master, Choi Seung Yul, while the larger sarangchae belonged to CEO Choi Kyo Hwan.
The anchae housed Lady Bang Mi Hee—affectionately known as “Madam Wang”—and Lady Min Ja Hyun, Kyo Hwan’s mother. Butler Pyo sternly warned her never to wander near the CEO’s sarangchae.
“Of course, you might think, ‘How could I possibly…?’—but people love gossip.”
He explained that Madam Bang had strongly opposed hiring an unmarried female tutor, already worried because Kyo Hwan hadn’t remarried in over eight years—and now this.
“And especially after what happened today…”
“She specifically instructed that even if you happen to run into her, you’re not to greet her.”
So this was a blatant “Get out, just leave,” wasn’t it?
Yet someone else had insisted she absolutely must not quit midway, no matter what disaster struck.
“This came from Team Leader Nam. The CEO asked him to give it to you.”
Out of the envelope came the fabled American Express Premium Black Card.
“Wait—why would the CEO give this to me…?”
Butler Pyo quickly dispelled any romantic misconceptions forming in her mind.
“It’s for you to use whenever necessary while accompanying Young Master.”
In other words, there was no spending limit when it came to the young master.
“It’s the CEO’s personal card—not a corporate one—because family matters shouldn’t involve company cards.”
I know. I understand perfectly well that he’s not giving this to me because he likes me.
Butler Pyo didn’t just trim the branches of her imagination—he uprooted the whole tree.
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“I’m sorry, but I might not be able to keep my promise to be your mom.”
After receiving a brief orientation and rules briefing from Butler Pyo, Hyo Jin went up to Seung Yul’s room and spoke openly.
“Why not? I told Dad I liked you specifically because of that! We’ve already signed the contract, so you don’t need to keep your promise to me anymore?”
“What? So you were just using me, saying things you didn’t even mean?”
Hyo Jin felt betrayed—she’d actually hoped, even just a little, that he genuinely liked her.
“I clearly told you from the start—I’m doing this not because of that promise.”
“You’re the liar! You planned this from the very beginning!”
Realizing he’d laid this trap deliberately, Seung Yul huffed in frustration.
“Then why didn’t you tell me beforehand? If it was your mom’s clothes, you should’ve just said so! Do you have any idea how awkward I was in front of Dad?”
“You didn’t actually tell him already, did you?”
Seung Yul scowled as if she’d committed some act of cowardice.
Does this kid think I’m not a teacher but a spy?
“I promised Dad when we signed the contract today—no more secrets.”
“But I made you promise before the contract was even signed! So my promise comes first!”
“But we didn’t sign any contract between us, did we?”
“Verbal agreements are still legally binding, you know.”
Good grief—if a dog stays in a Confucian school for three years, it learns to recite poetry.
Raised on a daily diet of legal chatter over meals, this “boss baby” was practically half-lawyer already.
“Anyway, Dad would’ve fired you immediately if I hadn’t said I liked you. He only signed because I approved.”
“That’s exactly my point. It wasn’t you who hired me—it was your father. Got it?”
So the contract with your father takes priority over anything with you.
“You liar! I’ll go tell Dad right now to fire you!”
“Go ahead. Then I’ll tell him everything too—how you asked me at school to be your mom.”
“…!”
Seung Yul’s double eyelids deepened with anger.
“What are you going to do just by glaring at me like that? School life isn’t a game. If you get caught, it’ll stay on your permanent record and hurt your chances for top-tier schools—especially since prestigious institutions scrutinize student records closely. Do you think Dad hired someone like me just because he’s worried about your school behavior?”
“Don’t lecture me. You clearly don’t care about me anyway—it’s all about the money!”
“And what about you? Do you even have the attitude of a student ready to learn?”
His entitled attitude sparked a fierce will in Hyo Jin.
“It seems you think you can treat everyone here however you like just because they all dote on you. Listen, Seung Yul—people treat you like royalty not because of who you are, but because you’re the son of Choi Kyo Hwan. Without that, you’re nothing.”
Whack—Seung Yul silently grabbed the nearest helmet and hurled it at her.
“Whoa! Did you just throw that at me?”
She barely dodged it thanks to her reflexes—if it had hit her face, she might’ve bled.
“Yeah, I threw it. What are you gonna do about it?”
“What?”
Is this kid insane?
His sudden shift terrified her, but she couldn’t back down—not with her dignity as a teacher on the line.
“Alright, baby. Listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”
Hyo Jin blew her bangs upward with a puff of breath and stared resolutely at Seung Yul.
“I’m the teacher. You’re the student.”
This isn’t about superiority or inferiority.
“Act like a student. Stop acting tough all the time. You keep saying you don’t need a teacher like me—but the more you act like this, the more I’m convinced you need someone exactly like me.”
She leaned down slowly, locking eyes with his wide, defiant stare, and whispered firmly:
“Bring it back.”
Her gentle yet unwavering tone struck the boy—accustomed to being treated like a little lord—as a profound insult, making his eyelashes tremble.
“Get lost.”
There he goes again, acting tough.
“I’ll leave—but first, go get what you threw.”
Stop being a porcupine with all your quills raised.
“Not going to get it?”
“I said get lost!”
No matter how much he raged, Hyo Jin didn’t retreat—she stepped even closer.
Furious, Seung Yul swung both fists like a wild stone-thrower.
“Hey! Hey!”
Am I seriously getting hit by an elementary schooler?
She hadn’t expected physical assault, even after all his shouting and defiance.
His punches—honed by regular taekwondo training—hurt more than she’d anticipated.
If it were her younger brother, she’d have smacked him back already—but as his teacher, she couldn’t. Instead, she relied on her superior stamina to defend herself.
“Hey! Stop it! Let’s talk this out!”
Startled, she yelled—and Seung Yul, seemingly satisfied with his small victory, halted his punching and huffed like a provoked bull.
“Fine. Let’s talk.”
Relieved the physical confrontation was over, Hyo Jin sighed—then noticed Seung Yul freezing stiff, his eyes fixed on something behind her.
Oh my god. Just when she thought she’d put out the emergency fire, an even bigger one loomed ahead.
“Choi Seung Yul—what exactly do you think you’re doing right now?”
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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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.