Taming the Dangerous Lawyer Secretly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
There are all sorts of tough things, but you’re the toughest part—I couldn’t possibly say that truth out loud.
Those persistent black eyes, waiting for an answer.
Yeon Woo felt a secretary’s sense of duty to give him some kind of reply.
“It’s nothing tough at all.”
“……I see.”
His usual indifference toward other people’s affairs felt especially comforting today.
Yeon Woo quickly tidied up and tried to escape this awkward spot.
“If you ever feel like coming up here to cry, just tell me in advance. I’ll make sure to avoid Manager Kim.”
“No! I’m not crying.”
“But you’re crying right now.”
“Well… yes. I am crying now. But normally… um, I’m not…”
So, are you crying or not?
Yeon Woo’s nose tip was unusually red today, which piqued Jun Hwi’s curiosity—
It looked so swollen it might burst if he pressed it. He felt like poking it.
“It’s quite contradictory. Just say ‘no’ if you don’t want to talk.”
“Yes—no! That’s not it either…”
It was oddly amusing to see her, usually so sharp and composed, showing such rare vulnerability.
After all, zeroing in on others’ weak spots was Attorney Kwon Jun Hwi’s specialty—and nature.
“Got it.”
“…Ah.”
“If I tease you any more, you’ll really start bawling.”
‘Is this guy seriously messing with me right now?’
She was genuinely annoyed, yet didn’t want to keep wrestling with him over something so trivial.
Yeon Woo gave a quick bow and turned to swiftly leave his territory, but her back seemed yanked backward, forcing her to turn around again.
“Attorney Kwon.”
“Yes?”
“Please just forget you saw me here.”
After saying it decisively, Yeon Woo grew timid again and bit her lower lip slightly.
It wasn’t that Kwon Jun Hwi would go around gossiping—but she still needed to make things absolutely clear to feel at ease!
“I’m honestly not all that interested in your affairs, Manager.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
He kept provoking her right to the very end.
Just when had Kwon Jun Hwi’s once-human consideration vanished completely?
Yeon Woo offered him a perfectly practiced, fake smile—more delicate than usual—and finally left the rooftop entirely.
And that day, unusually, passed quietly and peacefully, with no one calling out “Manager!” to look for Yeon Woo until the end of work hours.
“After the meeting ends, make sure to save what’s written on the whiteboard first before erasing it—either press the print button here or take a photo with your phone.”
“Yes, Manager.”
“Security is paramount, so absolutely no handwritten notes or documents should be left behind—clean everything up completely.”
In the meeting room, just after the session with P Automotive had ended,
Yeon Woo was training a new hire on post-meeting cleanup when she spotted Attorney Kwon Jun Hwi walking down the hallway, escorting a client toward the conference room.
His confident stride with long legs. Broad shoulders that only a perfectly tailored suit could handle. A neat forehead, with bangs swept just halfway back, softly swaying. Even his sharp nose bridge was flawless.
Indeed, if he’d just ease that stern expression a little, his appearance would be utterly perfect.
“Manager.”
“Yes, Attorney.”
Rarely, his voice calling out to her was gentle.
“I heard from HR that you speak French—you even took a few classes in college, right?”
“Oh…”
That’s right—she’d taken some liberal arts courses and studied it briefly in high school too—but knowing a language and being *proficient* were two very different things…!
“Yes, I do know some—”
“To what level exactly?”
“I can manage basic conversation, but I’m far from fluent.”
After about a second of hesitation, Yeon Woo chose honesty—lying about one’s abilities at work could easily backfire.
“But your resume said ‘advanced level.’ Isn’t that right?”
Well… during job-hunting days, wasn’t it standard practice to pad your resume with every scrap of second or third language skill just to land a job? Actual proficiency was a whole other matter.
Before Yeon Woo could add more about how truly unskilled and uncertain she was, Jun Hwi didn’t wait for her answer and stated his purpose outright.
“There’s a dinner party next weekend hosted by the French Chamber of Commerce. Most of our French clients will be there, and HR recommended you as the person to accompany me.”
“What?”
“As my partner.”
Did she hear that correctly? Yeon Woo doubted her ears.
“You can handle simple conversations in French, and you’re probably familiar with basic French customs too.”
“Um, Attorney—”
At Ro And Yul, front-line client interactions were strictly the attorney’s responsibility; secretaries served strictly as back-office support staff.
Yet right now, Kwon Jun Hwi was boldly asking Yeon Woo to join him on the field.
“That doesn’t seem to be within my role.”
“……”
Ah. Though Kwon Jun Hwi was usually expressionless, in this moment—staring at her with cold, indifferent eyes—he felt especially icy.
The longer his silence stretched, the more Yeon Woo had to swallow hard.
‘But if I truly can’t do it, I’d better say so now to avoid trouble later.’
And what troubled her most was that she still didn’t fully understand the nature of this dinner party.
After all, “partner” could mean many things—was it as colleagues, or did it imply a couple or romantic relationship? She had absolutely no information.
If it were the latter, she absolutely had to refuse! How could she possibly pretend to be Kwon Jun Hwi’s lover?!
“Assistant Manager Kim Yeon Woo.”
While she was mentally rehearsing reasons why this wouldn’t work, his deeply lowered voice made her heart plummet.
“This isn’t a matter of acceptance or refusal. Either way, after attending, you and I will be responsible for writing the client meeting report—and how am I supposed to recall every single person I spoke with there?”
Ah. Now she understood why he wanted her to come along.
At Ro And Yul, any meeting with clients outside the office required a detailed meeting report.
Whether it’s golf, dinner, or even a ten-minute chat—you had to document exactly who from which company you spoke with, where, and about what.
Jun Hwi would collect dozens of business cards at that dinner party alone. Yeon Woo would have to pester him relentlessly to reconstruct every conversation with those dozens of people and submit the report before the deadline.
When he’s busy, he can barely spare a moment to sign documents—how generously would he really help her out of consideration?
It was a clever idea—very like him, prioritizing efficiency: have Yeon Woo attend in person and write the report herself.
Seeing Yeon Woo hesitate, Jun Hwi pushed her further into a corner.
“I’d have declined if I could, but the Chamber President personally invited me—and bringing a partner is mandatory. It would be impolite to attend alone.”
“But still—”
“It’s work, and you’re still holding back? Do I need to beg you?”
His earlier gentleness vanished, replaced by the familiar, frosty Kwon Jun Hwi, who now stared at her with relentless intensity.
Even his shadow, stepping a little closer, felt icy. Yeon Woo nervously gulped.
Those dark eyes of a domineering man—determined to get exactly what he wanted—held layered flickers and ripples deep within, strangely ensnaring anyone who looked into them.
“Yes… I’ll do as you say, Attorney.”
The corner of his mouth curled up in satisfaction the moment he heard her barely audible, submissive reply—it looked rather handsome.
Only then did she realize, “Ah, I’ve been had,” but it was already too late.
How could anyone possibly resist his words—courteous yet pressuring, blending coldness and warmth—when caught completely off guard?
Though Yeon Woo’s body had returned to her seat, her heart still felt as if she were locked in his gaze.
Well, HR had already approved it, so refusing outright probably wasn’t an option anyway.
She kept consciously reminding herself that this was purely work, trying to calm her tangled emotions.
Unaware of her inner turmoil, the new hire cheerfully worsened her distress while quickly browsing online.
“Wow, Manager! This really seems like a proper dinner party!”
“Huh?”
“I found last year’s party video—look! It’s huge and very formal; everyone wore full dresses, just like a Hollywood celebrity event!”
On the phone screen unfolded a Western party culture she’d only glimpsed briefly in American TV shows.
A grand ballroom filled with soft classical melodies. Glittering chandeliers. Women in gowns with dramatic front-and-back plunging necklines—like at film festivals—and men impeccably dressed in tuxedos. A refined, cheerful harmony of polite laughter filled the air.
‘And now I’m supposed to attend something like this?’
Ugh. Yeon Woo just squeezed her eyes shut silently.
But that was a poor choice—behind her closed eyelids immediately appeared a vision of herself and Jun Hwi stepping into that exact scene.
He elegantly twirled a champagne flute in one hand while naturally wrapping his other arm around her waist, gazing at her tenderly before brushing her hair behind her ear.
Half-nestled in his arms, Yeon Woo smiled brightly up at him, seemingly enchanted.
Good heavens.
Ah—this was absolutely unbearable. She couldn’t just sit here feeling so uneasy.
‘I have to ask!’
Among all possible meanings of “partner,” exactly what kind was Kwon Jun Hwi expecting her to be?
Determined, Yeon Woo abruptly stood up.
Taking a deep breath to head toward his office, she suddenly froze mid-inhale as the door burst open and Jun Hwi stepped out first.
“I’m heading straight home after the Western District Court.”
“What? Ah, yes!”
Instead of asking her question, she ended up seeing him off—and sank back into her chair, utterly deflated.
On the third consecutive day of skipping her usual post-work jog, Yeon Woo headed to the fridge after a shower.
Chk. The crisp sound of a can opening. She immediately brought the ice-cold beer she’d just pulled from the fridge to her lips and took two large, satisfying gulps.
“Ah. I might survive after all.”
But the thirst lingered. Taking another big swig, she grabbed her phone and slumped onto the living room sofa.
“Ravi de vous rencontrer (Pleased to meet you). Honestly, I’d never forget that. Next: ‘The party is really lovely.’ No—better: ‘What a wonderful party!’ Quelle… merveilleuse fête!”
How many days had it been because of this dinner party?
Though she’d taken on the task by accident, she had no intention of doing a half-hearted job.
Yeon Woo simply couldn’t rest easy unless she delivered satisfying results on any task that came her way.
So she’d been diligently reviving her long-dormant French skills, pouring every spare moment of precious downtime into preparation.
Moreover, she needed to study the attendees’ faces and recent updates—she couldn’t afford any slip-ups among clients.
Having crammed information by scouring countless articles about other people’s companies, she already felt as exhausted as a celebrity attending multiple dinner parties each night.
After rotating her stiff neck—sore from days of overexertion—Yeon Woo absentmindedly turned on the TV, hoping background noise might lift her mood.
[When I first heard about the ruling declaring unconstitutional, I was personally quite shocked.]“Ugh!”
That overly familiar, firm baritone voice drifting from the TV nearly made Yeon Woo spit out her beer.
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.
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