Dajeong bit down on the tender flesh inside her mouth. Simultaneously overwhelmed by intense anger, she felt a complex and disturbed emotion.
Having lived with pride and confidence, it felt unjust to experience such feelings. She had never felt ashamed, even when people pointed fingers at unmarried mothers.
“Hey! I told you to call! Is there no husband, ma’am?!”
The man shouted, with only his lips moving, frustrated when Dajeong didn’t respond readily.
She couldn’t bring herself to engage with someone so ignorant. Yet, it felt incredibly humiliating that even in this situation, her lack of a husband was perceived so pitifully.
Yes, she didn’t have a husband. So what?
Why couldn’t she confidently respond to his harsh words? Instead of standing tall, she felt like people might treat her as a woman with personality disorders. They would likely dismiss it as the inferiority complex of a husbandless woman.
Yet, Dajeong couldn’t bring herself to pretend to have a husband when she didn’t. Her self-respect wouldn’t allow it.
As she was stuck in this dilemma, seething with anger and clenching her fists, unexpectedly, the mild-mannered Jeongae rose from her seat.
“Hey, eat this, you bastard!”
With a forceful utterance of profanity, Jeongae seized the bowl of cold noodles, clutching it in her hand, and forcefully struck the man.
Surprised by the sudden attack, the man staggered, flailing his arms, but the soup and the swollen noodles had already splattered across his face and chest.
Even her son’s sneaker, soaked well in the cold noodle broth, landed with a thud on the man’s nose and tumbled onto the floor.
“Hey, what’s the old lady doing?!”
Stunned by the sudden assault, the man belatedly regained his composure and roared in protest.
Jeongae wasn’t backing down. Glaring fiercely, she forcefully unzipped the zipper of her favorite bag, which she had used for twenty years. Then, she pulled out a crumpled 5,000 won bill and tossed it directly at the man’s face.
“You can use it for laundry, right?! Why does a guy like you, making a fuss like this in public, need money for laundry?”
“What? Laundry? Ha…”
Perhaps stung by wounded pride, the man, with hands on his hips, looked astonished, tongue clicking.
“Oh my! What are you doing, dear! Are you okay?”
The man’s wife, who had been making a fuss, suddenly glared at Jeongae with hostility.
“Grandma! Our husband is all soaked. What are we going to do with this?!”
“What should a fool like you do? Does the fool not have eyes to see what your brat did? If you’re going to blame someone, at least put on a good act. You bunch of insolent jerks!!”
Jeongae scolded the young mother. When the wife was cornered, her husband stepped up to support her.
“Is the old lady crazy?!”
The man, raising his voice, approached threateningly. Sharp, squinting eyes. Twitching veins on the back of his hand. Approaching stealthily, intimidating acts meant to instill fear.
Feeling enough of the threat, Jeongae remained unfazed. Pushing her reluctant daughter aside, she boldly lifted her head, confronting the man in a loud voice.
“There, crazy! What can you do? Hit me? Come on, try it! A loser with no parents!”
“Oh my! This old lady is really something!”
As it reached this point, uncomfortable coughs and tongue-clicking sounds echoed from all around. Only then did the man, perhaps conscious of the surrounding gaze, take a step back.
The mother and the man never apologized.
From the beginning, despite the warnings from people who had been observing since the child started misbehaving in the restaurant and the restaurant owner’s persuasion, the man continued to raise his voice defiantly.
Once again facing criticism, or perhaps judging the situation disadvantageous, he quickly compensated only for the uneaten food cost and hastily left the restaurant with his daughter.
In the end, what was supposed to be a rare dining-out experience ended in the car. Between mother and daughter, an awkward silence lingered.
With her discomfort clearly evident, the usually reserved Jeongae occasionally glanced at the passenger seat throughout the drive. Jeongae, staring out the car window, expressed her uneasy feelings through her entire body.
The dignified nobleman, who usually remained quiet, suddenly turned into a completely different person, leaving her dizzy.
While she had occasionally witnessed such behavior in the past, she had thought he had mellowed with age.
Regardless, today, Dajeong, who was usually calm, was noticeably startled.
“Mom… Are you okay?”
“…….”
Although she asked with concern, the only response she received was Jeongae’s sigh, expressing her frustration.
Back at home, Dajeong searched through the wardrobe to find clothes suitable for Jeongae.
“Mom, you’re damp. Quickly wash up and change.”
As she turned to put the clothes in the bathroom, Jeongae grabbed her daughter with an ominous tone.
“Come here and sit.”
“…….”
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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