From the entrance to the living room, big and small toy boxes were lined up.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, her cell phone on the dining table started vibrating.
It was an unknown number.
“Hello.”
“Is this Yoo DaJung?”
A man’s voice echoed over the phone. That’s when DaJung guessed who sent all these things.
“How did you get my number?”
Her defensive tone jumped out instantly. Then she heard a soft chuckle over the line.
“How hard is it to find that out?”
“……”
DaJung clutched her hot forehead.
After all, he was a client. He had my business card and could easily find out through the company’s website, so it was a meaningless question.
“What do you want?”
“Just checking if my son received the gift.”
DaJung scrunched her eyes at that.
“How did you know about my home?”
“I told you. It wasn’t hard.”
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Is it so wrong for a father to buy toys for his child?”
“Listen, Mr. Cha Jung Hyuk!”
“Yes. My name is Cha Jung Hyuk. Keep calling me that.”
“I don’t want to hear it. I will return this tomorrow…….”
“Good night. Click―.”
“Ha!”
Da Jung was so choked up she could barely speak.
Before any more rambunctious words could flow, Jung Hyuk, who had pressed the end call button, turned his gaze out of the car window.
Such a tease. Just like a puppy.
A rather satisfied smile spread across his lips as he watched the rapidly passing city lights.
Yoo Shi Woo, who had a toy in his hand, was as happy as if he had conquered the world. When he laughed, his rosy cheeks swelled like a peach.
Was it because he knew that he was his son? The movement of his muttering lips, the fluttering of his long eyelashes blinking, everything was clearer than ever.
Yoo Shi Woo, so cute.
Jung Hyuk, who had been momentarily satisfied, frowned discontentedly.
He suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the fact that the person who made the child laugh was not himself.
“Thank you. Representing Uncle!” He bowed politely as always.
My child. My thing. Laughed because of a man who means nothing.
Making him laugh or cry should have been all because of him. Because that’s the privilege only a father has.
A man who means nothing enjoys that privilege? Even if dirt got in his eyes, he wouldn’t want to see that.
“Toy……”
Shi Woo pestered Da Jung, twisting his body.
“Shi Woo. This is not ours. Someone sent it to our house by mistake. Mommy will return it to the owner tomorrow so we can’t touch it.”
They were all highend brand toys. If the packaging was even slightly ripped, it would undoubtedly be difficult to return.
After explaining carefully, he nodded in understanding. Resisting the temptation might not be easy, but at least he was at an age where he could distinguish between his and others’.
Even so, the fiveyearold instinctively turned his neck towards the toys, there was nothing he could do about it.
His bright sparkling eyes seemed to devour the boxes of toys that filled the living room.
He looked just like a puppy drooling over a snack.
While Da Jung rummaged through the boxes looking for an address to return them to, she was troubled because she didn’t know where to send them back.
In the end, she opened the search bar on her phone and confirmed the listed distribution address.
She wrote it on a note, and wrote that the recipient was Executive Cha Jung Hyuk. Whether it turned into a moving center or a quick service, she planned to return it first thing in the morning on delivery payment.
On a leisurely weekend morning, Da Jung, who had woken up from a deep sleep, checked the time with squinted eyes.
9:30 in the morning.
After sticking the address on about thirty or forty boxes and checking the count, she had fallen asleep in the early morning, and as expected, she overslept.
Unable to fully shake off her sleep, she stared at the ceiling with bleary eyes, feeling a nagging sensation.
What, ninethirty?
It was strange that her son, Si Woo, was quiet until this hour. Children, being early sleepers, typically had no concept of a liein.
Especially on weekend mornings, he would usually wake up at six and seek out his mother, but it was unusually quiet.
Jolting upright, Da Jung absentmindedly scratched her head and swiftly pushed off the covers.
Si Woo was nowhere to be seen. Not under the blanket, nor beneath the bed. There were no signs of the door ever having been opened.
Worried about her son, she stumbled out of the room and into the living room with an unfamiliar sense of urgency.
“Si Woo…..”
“Mom!”
From the middle of the living room, Si Woo, who was playing, cheerfully called out to his mother.
Da Jung stared blankly at her innocent and cheerful son, blinking her bewildered eyes. It felt as if she had abruptly woken up from a dream due to the ridiculous scene that unfolded before her.
Toys were strewn everywhere, and boxes and packaging materials were scattered around like a messy pile.
Her son was obliviously playing with his toys, seated amidst the landfilllike mess.
“Super Zoom Zoom!”
Wearing a hero mask, Si Woo hopped onto a luxury toy car and started bouncing around. Despite the mess, he was clearly enjoying himself.
Da Jung, slumped down on a dining chair, let out a resigned laugh.
Just as she was halfway into zoning out, the phone in her hand vibrated. She recognized the caller, even though the number was not saved.
It was him, Cha Jung Hyuk.
Hesitant, Da Jung pressed the answer button and held the phone silently to her ear.
“Why did you take so long to answer?”
The nonchalant phone call was typical of him. His voice was far too calm, even in his greeting.
Da Jung sighed.
“Just say what you want.”
“Do I need a specific reason?”
“Then why did you call?”
“Did you sleep well?”
“What did you say?”
“That’s my business.”
Biting her lip, Da Jung cleared her throat.
“About… the items you sent yesterday. How much are they worth…?”
“Well, maybe a few thousand? Not much.”
“Ah….”
A few million won. Unable to open her mouth in response, she fell silent, hearing an irritated sigh from the other end.
“Just say you’ll repay me.”
Da Jung, wideeyed, vehemently shook her head.
“Ah, if you’re going to say it like that… I have no choice. But this is the last time.”
“Let’s see.”
Listening to his snigger, Da Jung buried her gloomy face in her palm.
Jamsil Special Residence.
The city view from the 52nd floor was tedious.
Gazing dispassionately at the dreary grey city, Jung Hyuk ran on the treadmill. His breath was heavy, and the sweat trickling down his jaw clung to his chin.
He tried to listen to the sound coming from his Bluetooth earphones, but the signal showed no signs of stopping.
When the notification that the call was being directed to voicemail finally came, Jung Hyuk yanked out his earphones.
Da Jung had been avoiding Jung Hyuk’s calls from the weekend afternoon till this morning.
It was only twice a day. Once in the morning, once in the evening. It wasn’t at a level that would be too bothersome within reason.
He gave a hollow laugh out of disbelief.
As if she had been kidnapped or something.
He had warned her sufficiently. He had said that provoking him would have the opposite effect. The woman who had ignored that advice was her, and it was also her who had encouraged his obstinacy.
Everything that Jung Hyuk was doing now was because of Da Jung.
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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.”
