My Line (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Back in the office, Ra In sat down and exhaled deeply, letting the air escape from between her lips.
Even though she tried to shut her ears during the investigation, she still ended up hearing a lot about a certain person—Director Na Song Gang.
He was simply that kind of figure—impossible to ignore.
She knew he wasn’t an easy opponent, but she hadn’t expected him to target her Achilles’ heel—her conscience as a prosecutor.
And then there were those cryptic, unsettling remarks too…
“Jin Ra In, but what are we supposed to do if you leave without even getting the statement signed?”
Joo Hyuk said, returning to his seat.
“Oh, right.”
Ra In jolted up in alarm.
If the signature portion wasn’t recorded, it could jeopardize the validity of the statement.
“I already got it. Besides, there’s nothing substantial in it anyway, so there’s nothing to hand over.”
She sighed, shoulders slumping, and sat back down.
Joo Hyuk understood exactly why Song Kang’s words had rattled Ra In so deeply.
He knew her well.
Everyone feared Ra In, calling her a ruthless bitch—but in truth, she simply strove her hardest not to wrong anyone within the limits of her investigative authority, using every legal means at her disposal without hesitation.
‘Senior Oh asked Jin Ra In to go easy on that case, yet she went ahead and demanded aggravated punishment? Is she doing it on purpose? Why would she do that? Seriously.’
‘Did you hear? In a case Jin Geom investigated, the defendant took extreme measures after being summoned for questioning. Yet she still refused to close the case and kept pushing till the very end.’
Of course, not all rumors were trustworthy—but they bred more rumors, layering on exaggerations until Ra In’s image solidified as a merciless character.
Ra In didn’t have the luxury to care about how strangers inflated her reputation; she just focused wholeheartedly on the work assigned to her.
Unlike the gossip swirling behind her back, Joo Hyuk knew Ra In was the embodiment of what a prosecutor should be.
Although she was his junior, he’d come to respect her deeply at some point.
After the summons interrogation, Ra In’s mind grew even more tangled—she couldn’t concentrate on anything.
Joo Hyuk, who had been intently watching Na Song Gang on the monitor, sensed his inner strength was indeed formidable.
He’d underestimated Song Kang’s unwavering silence.
He’d thought it was mere defense, never imagining Song Kang was carefully reading the situation to target Ra In.
He desperately wanted to ask Ra In what she’d discussed with Song Kang after turning off the recording—but he held his tongue.
Joo Hyuk stood up and walked over to stand right in front of her.
Ra In was staring blankly into space, lost in some inner turmoil.
“Na Song Gang may be in a tough spot right now, but I hope you don’t get too shaken up.”
Had she really been shaken? If it looked that way to a senior prosecutor, maybe she had been.
Ra In swiveled her chair toward the window.
Outside, an endless expanse of orange sunset stretched horizontally, its beginning and end indistinguishable.
“I’m sorry—I rushed out without properly wrapping things up. I guess I was so convinced this summons interrogation was a failure that I didn’t even pay attention to the statement. I’ll stay more focused from now on.”
He hadn’t meant to scold her, but hearing her say that made him feel unexpectedly guilty.
Joo Hyuk snapped his thumb and middle finger sharply—“Tap!”—to jolt her out of her daze.
“Let’s go. How about a beer?”
He paused, glancing around the office.
Just looking at the mountain of evidence—so overwhelming it made his thumb joints ache—made him sigh involuntarily.
“I can’t read any more today.”
Ra In looked up at Joo Hyuk and, without realizing it, smiled.
Then, as if stretching after reaching the same thought, she stood up.
No matter how seriously or bravely they set out, the place they always ended up was Ra In’s home.
Sitting down with fried chicken and canned beer—these simple, unpretentious moments were when they felt most at ease.
It had been a long time since they’d enjoyed this “chimaek” time together, ever since they took on the Taesung case.
As usual, Joo Hyuk drained the excess oil from the chicken wings and tore open the packaging.
He even popped open the can himself and handed it to Ra In.
At some point, Ra In had grown accustomed to his thoughtful gestures.
At first, she’d say, “I’ll do it, sunbae,” but it was inefficient, and he clearly didn’t want her doing anything other than work tasks.
Even at lunch at Chinese restaurants, mixing her black bean noodles was always his job while she kept reading documents in the meantime.
It wasn’t always like this, but whenever she tried mixing the noodles herself, she’d either eat them so bland they tasted like plain boiled noodles or overmix them until they turned to mush—leaving him no choice but to do it for her.
Her absentmindedness outside of work had somehow quietly carved its way into Joo Hyuk’s heart.
If she’d been flawless, there’d be nothing for him to fill in—and that would’ve felt oddly disappointing.
They clinked their cans together.
Without needing to prompt each other, they gulped down the beer like people starved for alcohol.
It felt as if some of their stress was finally washing away.
Joo Hyuk placed a plump, juicy chicken drumstick onto Ra In’s plate.
“You barely ate anything at lunch today. Eat up quickly.”
Ra In nodded and used her fork to gently peel off a bit of the crispy coating, popping it into her mouth.
“Ra In-ah, there’s meat under that crispy skin, you know.”
Joo Hyuk always nagged her to eat more heartily.
She was already thin, and with barely any food intake while working nonstop, he couldn’t help but worry.
Ra In lifted her beer can.
“But isn’t this made from barley too?”
“At this rate, I really should ask a forensic medicine professor next time—how on earth does your body sustain life?”
Joo Hyuk shook his head.
It was true—her meals ended after about three spoonfuls of rice, and it was faster to list what she ate than what she avoided. She had no strong food preferences whatsoever.
In truly difficult social settings, she’d pretend to eat reluctantly, but usually couldn’t finish even half her bowl.
“If you’re going to ask anyone, could you check with a medical professor instead? At least I’m still alive….”
Joo Hyuk laughed and took a swig of beer.
“Ha In was adorable back in school—and she still is.”
“Ha In? Oh, the Taesung legal representative?”
“She’s our junior.”
Alumni connections—a type of bond Ra In never particularly favored.
She nodded, but her expression remained plainly indifferent.
“Well, Ha In may be talented, but with their Head of Legal Affairs involved, what can she really do? Try not to resent them too much.”
“Why shouldn’t I resent them? Just because they’re exercising their right to remain silent doesn’t mean we can’t catch the real culprit.”
Ra In spoke deliberately, pressing every syllable with genuine conviction.
Thinking about the case again, stubborn determination prickled like thorns in her chest.
She shook her head vigorously, as if shaking off the thorns, and grabbed her beer.
The slight buzz of alcohol brought a loosening ease that soothed her overly sharpened nerves.
Back at the company, Song Kang sat not at his desk but on the sofa, waiting for Attorney Cha to bring up her report.
She seemed delayed, likely busy organizing the details from the recent interrogation.
In the meantime, he reopened Prosecutor Jin Ra In’s profile.
Just as he’d thought—she clearly possessed the capability to push this case forward and understood the weight of justice.
Just then, a knock sounded, and Ha In entered.
“Oh, the secretary’s away.”
“I told her to go home—it’s late. Attorney Cha, good work. Come, sit down.”
His manners, precise as if measured with a ruler, drew even sharper lines.
Ha In respectfully placed the documents in front of Song Kang and took her seat.
This wasn’t a report she could rush—given that her superior wasn’t someone who’d tolerate half-hearted work.
Song Kang calmly flipped through the report, page by page.
“So this is Prosecutor Jin Ra In’s skill? Every question seemed aimed directly at the real culprit standing behind me.”
“Yes, exactly. Although the volume of evidence submitted by our legal team is so large that she likely hasn’t pinned down concrete details yet, she seems to have a rough idea.”
Ha In could no longer suppress her guilt and hesitantly spoke up.
“I… Director.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Song Kang replied without looking up from the report.
“Why don’t you ask me?”
“Ask you what?”
He pretended not to grasp the core of her question.
It was a test.
Given that even those he’d trusted wholeheartedly—including within Legal—had betrayed him, he couldn’t blindly trust Ha In either.
“Why don’t you ask me who the real culprit is?”
“Do you, Attorney Cha Hae In, know who the real culprit is? If you find out, report it to me then.”
Song Kang kept his eyes fixed on the report.
He’d already anticipated that Ha In, not being part of Legal’s leadership, wouldn’t possibly know the culprit’s identity.
“Yes…”
Her simple “Yes” came as a slight surprise.
It didn’t sound like a lie.
Still, even as she sat before him now, if Geum Mo Ran reached out, Ha In might turn back to her.
It was entirely her personal choice—something he couldn’t prevent or force.
But he wanted to see whether she’d follow through on the answer she’d just given.
After meticulously reading the final page, Song Kang fell silent for a moment, organizing his thoughts.
Summoning the Head of Legal Affairs for questioning wouldn’t lead to a coherent defense—it was clear how his hidden ally would react.
It would only waste energy and potentially corner him further.
Yet leaving everything to Attorney Cha Hae In alone wasn’t viable either—she was still bound by her position within Legal.
Strangely, at this moment, the thought filled his mind and heart completely: the only person he could truly rely on was Prosecutor Jin Ra In.
“Will Legal be sending over evidence documents again this time?”
“Oh… Yes.”
“Well, I suppose you have your plans—but since the outcome is already decided, please send only what’s reasonably necessary, considering the reader.”
He said this remembering her hands, worn out from sifting through evidence.
“And send all evidence documents submitted so far to my office.”
“What?”
Ha In couldn’t hide her surprised reaction to Song Kang’s request.
Quickly composing herself, she lowered her gaze.
“Oh, it’s just that…”
“Is there a problem?”
“You mean… bring everything to your office?”
Song Kang didn’t repeat himself—he simply stared at her.
For a moment, Ha In forgot he hated having to ask twice.
It wasn’t so much a lapse as sheer panic—her thoughts bypassed the filter and spilled straight out.
“Yes… I understand.”
The next day, as instructed, all evidence submitted to the prosecution arrived in the director’s office.
Watching from his desk, arms crossed as the documents piled up, Song Kang slowly grew angry.
He’d anticipated something based on Ra In’s words—but not to this extent.
Amid the stream of employees neatly stacking documents, the Head of Legal Affairs rushed in.
“Director, why the sudden request for evidence? We’ve been carefully summarizing and submitting thorough reports—was there something… unsatisfactory?”
“These documents are truly troubling.”
“Oh—they’re all weapons to protect you and Taesung. Nothing beats solid evidence in court.”
Seeing the Head of Legal Affairs outwardly flustered yet scheming inwardly, Song Kang’s anger flared.
“Could it be you were trying to hide something from me?”
Song Kang asked, masking his own intent.
“Ahh—no! Absolutely not! How could I? It’s just… the volume is enormous… Director, I swear—it’s absolutely not true! Never!”
The Head of Legal Affairs practically jumped, feet nearly leaving the floor.
Waving both hands frantically to assert innocence, he left Song Kang utterly speechless.
He felt disillusioned—how could someone be so brazenly shameless?
“If I hadn’t visited the Legal team working overtime yesterday to encourage them, I might have known nothing until the trial ended.”
It was a lie—to shield Ha In.
He knew full well the Head of Legal Affairs would lash out at her the moment he left the room.
“I’d like to discipline the Head of Legal Affairs immediately, but I’ll review these documents first before making a judgment. However, I can’t say the same for Attorney Cha Hae In. Seeing her hide things right before my eyes yesterday—unforgivable.”
The Head of Legal Affairs believed Song Kang’s lie completely.
Otherwise, he’d have immediately punished Ha In upon leaving the room.
Beyond that, he was relieved—he’d narrowly avoided disciplinary action himself.
“Ah, Director—truly sorry. If disciplining me helps ease your anger, then please do so.”
He hadn’t expected much, yet still proved thoroughly disappointing.
He didn’t even offer empty words to protect his subordinate.
“Leave.”
“Director, I’m truly sorry—it really was just the overwhelming volume. Next time, if you need anything, please let me know immediately, and I’ll—”
Song Kang cut him off with a sharp, piercing glare.
Then stood up, hands in his pockets, staring him down intently.
The Head of Legal Affairs realized he couldn’t soothe Song Kang’s displeasure any further and quickly lowered his head submissively.
“Will you make me say it twice?”
It was a clear dismissal—and the Head of Legal Affairs bowed deeply before making a bitter exit.
With the Head of Legal Affairs gone, Song Kang sighed deeply, gazing at the wall of evidence stacked before him.
Thinking of her temperament—she’d surely dive in without cutting corners, reading every single page, every single line without fail—made his heart heavy like a rain-laden cloud.
Evidence helpful to the investigation was one thing—but these documents, causing only confusion, seemed almost embarrassingly burdensome.
With this commotion, Legal wouldn’t dare play games with evidence volume anymore.
In effect, he’d cleared away the biggest headache—the bulk of the investigative workload.
Now, only one thing remained: accelerating the investigation in earnest.
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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