Suddenly, an old poem came to mind. The day is cold, but the night sleeping together is reassuring, it said.
Haeyeon experienced that last night. Perhaps because of that, she overslept.
Waking up from her sleep, Haeyeon felt the room was too quiet.
“…Honey?”
Doha wasn’t in sight. Feeling a sense of unease, Haeyeon quickly put on a gown and slipped into indoor shoes.
Could he be in the bathroom? She opened the door, but he wasn’t there. Quietly stepping into the corridor, she heard the sound of machinery in the distance.
The origin of the sound was the kitchen.
“Doha, sir.”
With his back turned, Doha was wearing a crisp white shirt, concentrating on making juice.
Perhaps due to the noise from the blender, he didn’t hear Haeyeon’s voice, and he was staring intently inside the mixer.
At first, Haeyeon was surprised, but she burst into laughter.
Without hearing the laughter, Doha, who was looking very serious at the blender, thought about how much it had been ground, then pressed the stop button.
The house fell silent in an instant. Haeyeon, wanting to see how her husband would react, held her breath and stayed still.
Doha, who finally noticed Haeyeon’s presence, turned his head.
Unable to hold back the laughter, Haeyeon, who saw Doha surprised at her appearance, covered her mouth with her hand, but the laughter still escaped.
“Are you up already? You should have slept a bit more.”
“Did you hear this sound?”
Pointing to the blender, Haeyeon made Doha laugh.
“I don’t know how it tastes, but try drinking it.”
The visual looked really delicious.
Receiving the juice with a refreshing scent, Haeyeon happily took a sip.
The liquid going down her throat couldn’t be overly sweet.
Thinking about Doha getting up early, searching the refrigerator, and taking out fruits, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face.
“How is it?”
Doha asked with a stiff face.
To others, he might seem scary, but Haeyeon easily read the tension and anticipation in that look.
The last time he boiled water for her, he had the same expression.
As Doha was generally a person who made others nervous, Haeyeon felt it was a shame that she alone could see such a precious sight.
“It’s sweet and delicious. Did you put honey in it?”
“Yeah. Is it too sweet?”
Doha asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Even with a trivial remark, Haeyeon’s brown eyes gently flickered at his tense appearance.
“No, it’s just sweet enough and good.”
Seemingly relieved by her words, Doha also took a sip and nodded.
After finishing the sweet and sour juice cleanly, when Haeyeon tried to tidy up, Doha stopped her.
“The helper will come, so you don’t have to do the dishes.”
“Did you call her again today?”
The housekeeper only works on weekdays, so she wouldn’t come on weekends like today.
When on earth did he secretly call her?
Of course, it meant to rest on the weekends, but Haeyeon found it uncomfortable for others to come to the house until her day off, and, above all, she felt relieved of stress when doing housework.
Doha’s intentions were obvious.
“Does it mean you want to play with me on the weekends?”
“Yeah.”
Naturally nodding her head, Haeyeon found it amusing, and as she looked at Doha with a teasing gaze, he playfully smacked her lips on her cheek.
“Just let it slide this time.”
“Doha, really…”
Doha, who was showing affection all over his body, was causing a bit of trouble.
Understanding his intention, Haeyeon raised her head, lightly smacking her lips against Doha’s cheek.
She intended for a light kiss, but somehow, it ignited a spark.
Doha reached out, pulling Haeyeon’s arm and tilting her head.
With eyes that seemed like he could devour her at any moment, Doha, looking down at her, exuded sensuality.
“I need to catch up on the skinship I missed. Last night wasn’t enough for me.”
“Ah…”
Haeyeon couldn’t refuse. She felt sorry for Doha, who had to abstain forcibly because of her.
“So.”
“So?”
Doha’s eyes, raised in response, were intense. Haeyeon thought she shouldn’t have asked.
“There’s no time, that’s why.”
Suddenly, in mid-air, Haeyeon let out a short scream, but her lips were swallowed by Doha’s urgent ones.
While others were still sleeping, Yoon Myung-gil, who had gotten up, finished his morning exercise and was having breakfast. Kim Young-ho reported from the side.
“The LA factory started operations yesterday.”
Yoon Myung-gil established a large kimchi factory in the United States, becoming the first in the domestic food industry to set up a large-scale kimchi factory locally.
Through the LA factory, he planned to make the United States the forefront of kimchi globalization, expanding localized supply to Western regions such as Europe, Canada, and Oceania.
As Yoon Myung-gil had not yet established factories overseas for non-Korean food, it was considered a source of pride and determination for Gilmyeong Food.
“Achieve the target within five years.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
__________
Please help me, I want to bring you the best possible things.
If you find any chapter or novel with poor translation and editing quality, let me know by commenting directly under that novel or chapter. I will retranslate it as soon as possible.
[Touch the gear icon in the bottom right corner of the screen to move to the next chapter if you want.]
