He had a restless night. It wasn’t the excitement of going to work after a long time. In the past, it would have been about self-actualization or skill development, but now it was purely for survival.
He had to live, eat, and maintain a basic life. For that, he needed to earn and work. That was why he tossed and turned last night. He couldn’t make a mistake. He couldn’t get fired. He had to mark properly.
On his way to work, Haegin steeled his mind. The choices were simple, and the answer straightforward.
Go to work, do the job, receive a huge salary, and get out of this situation. That was what drove Haegin.
The first impression of Yeonchang’s lobby couldn’t compare to Zion’s. From the entrance, the high ceiling gave an intimidating feel, shrinking Haegin’s shoulders.
But, who am I? Haegin, who may have sold his luxury bag, but not his pride.
He crossed the lobby confidently, his impeccable appearance drawing glances from passing men.
With the temporary pass Joon-tae gave him, he smoothly went through the entrance. Haegin’s eyes caught several elevators.
He ran towards an elevator that was about to close. It was clearly open, but the man inside pressed the ‘close’ button rapidly, seeing Haegin coming.
I saw that.
Haegin quickly pressed the button to go up. And just as the doors were about to close, they reopened thanks to Haegin’s swift foot.
The woman, stretching out her leg and wearing a winner’s smile, and the man, continuously pressing the ‘close’ button.
Their eyes locked strangely. Their intense gazes intertwined closely, drawing the surroundings into a slow whirl.
And a quick glance at a photo, a handsome face with a fierce look. Despite facing forward, the sharp nose and tightly closed lips in a neutral expression stood out. More importantly, a face slightly better in reality than in the photo.
The moment Tae-hong’s openly frowning face entered Haegin’s playful pupils, it happened. Yeonchang Group’s top striker, Moon Tae-hong. Haegin had finally come face to face with the man he was assigned to mark.
During the week given before starting work, Haegin focused on just one thing: mental discipline. It’s not that he didn’t have money, but that he didn’t lack self-esteem. So, in situations not about money, he resolved never to be servile but to stand tall.
Haegin continually reinforced this mindset in himself, as if under hypnosis. Perhaps because of this, from the moment he started work, he managed to control his mind.
As a result, he found himself wedging a foot into a closing elevator.
The doors of the elevator, which were about to close, reopened. Tae-hong, who had been looking down at Haegin’s foot that suddenly entered, raised his head.
Since Haegin had already slipped in through the open door, it couldn’t remain Tae-hong’s private elevator.
“May I get in?”
In response to Haegin’s smooth voice, Tae-hong stepped back half a step. Haegin took a large stride forward and boarded. No more employees were seen passing by the elevator.
The floor number Tae-hong had pressed was lit. Haegin looked at the pressed button and then raised his head towards the rapidly ascending numbers.
“Which floor are you going to?”
Tae-hong, who had been staring at his phone, asked without shifting his gaze from the screen. His voice alone made the elevator feel heavy.
“The same floor.”
Haegin quickly turned his head towards Tae-hong, who was half a step behind, and then returned his gaze to the front.
Only then did Tae-hong shift his gaze to Haegin.
The 28th floor of Yeonchang Group was where Tae-hong, the team leader, and the Strategic Planning Team were the only occupants.
“The same floor.”
Tae-hong echoed Haegin’s last words in a soft bass. Even though he couldn’t see him, standing behind him, Tae-hong’s voice made Haegin’s nape to his ankles tingle.
But he couldn’t turn around.
Haegin knew him, but he probably didn’t know her yet. So, to him, Haegin’s face, heading to the same floor, seemed to be looked at with a mix of wariness and curiosity.
“Are you visiting the Strategic Planning Team?”
“Yes.”
Instead of making direct eye contact, Haegin nonchalantly lifted his head and met Tae-hong’s gaze reflected in the elevator door.
It was more intimidating than the photo, making him pause. Their unavoidable eye contact made them converse as if looking in a mirror.
“Excuse me, but whom are you here to see?”
From his tone, it was clear. He saw Haegin as one of the clients visiting the Strategic Planning Team. His tone was more of loose curiosity than wariness.
“I’m here to meet Team Leader Moon Tae-hong.”
Before Tae-hong’s wariness could escalate, a ding sounded, “28th floor.” The announcement indicated their arrival at the destination.
The elevator doors opened, easing the tense space. The gazes of the two, who had been looking at each other through the door, scattered. Neither stepped forward first.
Just as the doors were about to close again, Haegin took a deep breath and was about to step out when Tae-hong quickly exited and turned around.
Tae-hong, blocking Haegin who was about to leave, stopped right there.
“Are you perhaps Jeong Haegin?”
His deep eyes seemed to draw Haegin in as he focused on her. Knowing that Tae-hong was still looking down at her, Haegin confidently lifted her head with strength in her legs.
“Yes, I am Jeong Haegin.”
Then she casually mentioned Tae-hong’s name.
“Are you Team Leader Moon Tae-hong?”
But the response to her question was Tae-hong’s definitive identification.
“Ah, the parachute, Jeong Haegin.”
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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