On the way back home after parting with Do-jun, Dajeong had a lot on her mind. She offered to tell him the departure date and flight schedule if he wanted, but Do-jun never asked.
How much regret could he possibly have…
For some reason, Dajeong felt like she could understand Jung-hyuk, who cursed Do-jun as stupid whenever he saw him.
Arriving at the apartment, she parked and took out the shopping items and Siwoo, holding hands. It was when they were heading home that Siwoo suddenly pulled away from Dajeong’s hand.
“Siwoo!”
Dajeong shouted in surprise, but Siwoo ran straight toward the security office. Then he bowed toward one side of the wall.
“Hello, pretty grandma!”
Only then did Saint reveal himself from the corner of the security office building. When Saint and Dajeong made eye contact, he gave a sly smile and ruffled Siwoo’s hair.
“Hey, am I that pretty?”
“Yes! Grandma is pretty!”
Siwoo raised both thumbs. Whether it was a lady or a grandma, anyone saying they were pretty made them feel good.
“You even know how to give lip service. Now tell me. Is your mom pretty, or am I pretty?”
“Uh…”
Siwoo rolled his eyes roundly. Saint squinted his eyes. This wasn’t looking good.
“Hey, in times like this, you’re supposed to say something nice even if it’s a lie.”
“Lying is for bad kids!”
“Look at this little guy pretending to be all grown-up. Hey, if you’re so uptight, you won’t make it. People need flexibility.”
Unconsciously, Dajeong approached Siwoo and gently touched Saint’s face.
“Hello. Have you been well during this time?”
“What could possibly happen?”
Saint grumbled.
“But what brings you here?”
“No, just wanted to see the baby’s face and talk.”
“Talk? Then would you like to come up for a moment?”
Dajeong suggested, and Saint extended his hand, refusing.
“Ah, if I get caught by our son, he might devour me again. Forget it, kid.”
Due to Saint’s stubborn refusal, Dajeong ended up sitting side by side with her on a bench at the playground.
“Mom!”
“Siwoo, be careful.”
Watching Siwoo playing on the slide in the distance, Dajeong shook her hand. Saint looked at the scene with a pleased expression.
“He’s cute. Somehow, he looks just like our Jung-hyuk.”
“Do you know what Mr. Cha Jung-hyuk looked like when he was five? I heard he left home when he was only three months old….”
In response to the straightforward question, Saint rolled his eyes as if annoyed.
“You, I don’t like you at all. Acting all polite while saying whatever you want, that’s what I dislike the most.”
“I’m sorry. I was just curious because you said Siwoo looks like him….”
Saint sighed deeply and turned his gaze back to Siwoo.
“It’s all because of that old lady. Just by listening to her, I become the worst woman in the world. She constantly talks about how I can’t be good to my son just because I have one.”
After confidently expressing his grievances, Saint exhaled deeply.
“But what’s thrown away is thrown away. I couldn’t raise him with my own hands, so what right does the mother have to say anything.”
When was it again? Suddenly, old memories flooded in.
Stacking up a single briquette, and the heating situation was terrible, and why was that winter so cold?
After giving birth, instead of eating an orphaned postpartum fish, Saint suffered from various illnesses due to taking care of himself.
“Due to the postpartum complications back then, even before I turned thirty, there wasn’t a single joint in my body that didn’t ache.”
Saint wrapped his wrists and knees.
Saint became a mother when he was just over twenty. However, the so-called father of the child, a nobleman who was the only one, kept saying he had work and didn’t care about his child.
A few days later, the baby would turn one, but there was no way to afford a birthday party, let alone a ring for the child.
At that time, Saint, too, was young and frustrated with his harsh life. Having given birth to a child, he was still dissatisfied with his negligent husband.
“Even your father, Jung-hyuk, followed me because he liked me. At first, I thought it was enough if only I liked it, but as time went on, it wasn’t the case. I felt lonely. As it piled up, whenever I looked at that nobleman, I wanted to fight and argue. I felt irritated.”
One day, Saint suddenly had this thought. At this rate, I might not be able to live up to my name or go crazy. I felt choked and wanted to die.
“So, that night, I left the baby and went out. I intended to take a short walk and come back. However, as I walked aimlessly, I couldn’t find my way back home at all.
“At that time, public transportation wasn’t as well-developed as it is now, and I, being young, felt lost when I lost my way. I was walking on a winter night with my clothes hastily thrown on, looking suspicious.
“Fortunately, a patrol car passing by picked me up and took me to the police station. When they asked where my home was, strangely, I couldn’t open my mouth. I was trying to say that I wanted to take my baby home, but no words came out.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
