“Hyun-su suggested we should go together since you said you were going to the hospital today. It was either that or spend time with my husband. If I ask him to go eat meat with me, how weird would he think…?”
While eating seaweed salad that came as a side dish, Saet-byeol glanced at Hyuk-joo, sneaking a peek at his reaction.
Hyuk-joo, who had a certain deal with Hyun-su, deliberately stiffened his expression.
Seeing Hyuk-joo’s sudden change in demeanor, Eun-su whispered softly, pressing her lips against his ear.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“But why is your expression like that? It’s like you’re angry at someone.”
“No, it’s just that the acting was a bit spicy.”
Hyun-su had requested it to be kept a secret, and Hyuk-joo couldn’t confess it honestly to Eun-su.
Eun-su, seeing this expression whenever she met Saet-byeol, might have thought that she wasn’t fond of Saet-byeol.
Although they had decided not to make any actions that could be misunderstood by each other.
It seemed like a good idea to tell Eun-su when Hyun-su and I were alone.
Watching the sizzling meat, Saet-byeol, as if she had just remembered, called Eun-su.
“Hey, Eun-su.”
“Yeah?”
“A son or a daughter?”
“I don’t know yet. They said it would be easier to determine the gender when I went today.”
“Then it’s a boy.”
At Saet-byeol’s words, Hyuk-joo’s forehead wrinkled in an instant.
It wasn’t an intentional expression.
It was a natural reaction that came out unintentionally due to Saet-byeol’s assertion that it was a boy just because the legs were spread open.
Saet-byeol, who hadn’t fully examined Hyuk-joo’s face, opened her mouth again.
“There were three kids around me who had their legs spread open, and all of them were boys.”
It was a swift and natural reaction that Hyuk-joo couldn’t help but make due to Saet-byeol’s words confidently asserting it was a boy just because the legs were spread open.
Hyuk-joo hoped for a daughter. If it was a daughter, he could adjust to the tone accordingly.
“It must be a daughter. They say the first daughter looks exactly like her dad. It would be nice if she had clear facial features resembling Deputy Chief Moon Hyuk-joo.”
“The first daughter looks like her dad?”
“Don’t you know that, Deputy Chief? The first daughter is like her dad and a fish-shaped bread. I also look exactly like my dad.”
At Saet-byeol’s words, Hyuk-joo’s face became serious. He had been hoping for a daughter who resembled Eun-su, not Saet-byeol.
“I think I resemble my mom more than my dad.”
“Really?”
At Eun-su’s words, Saet-byeol nodded, thinking it could be possible.
While continuing the conversation about whether it was a son or a daughter, Hyun-su skillfully picked up the grilled pork belly with tongs and carefully cut the crispy part with scissors.
Then, he smoothly placed the cut meat in front of Saet-byeol.
Watching this, Eun-su’s eyes narrowed.
It seemed like there was something subtle between the two.
Eun-su whispered to Hyuk-joo.
“It looks like Mr. Hyun-su and Saet-byeol are in that kind of relationship.”
Hyuk-joo and Eun-su smiled at the affectionate couple.
Jo Sung-han visited Young-ran’s gallery again.
As soon as he became the prosecutor in charge of Oh Joo-hwan’s embezzlement case, Moon Young-ran contacted him first, suggesting they meet.
At first, he considered refusing, but knowing what kind of person Moon Young-ran was might be useful, so Sung-han agreed to the meeting.
While looking at the paintings in the gallery, he was squeezing his forehead as if facing an unsolvable math problem.
It looked like someone had spilled paint roughly, and he wondered what it was that warranted such admiration.
“That’s why I hated art when I was in school.”
Sung-han shook his head back and forth roughly.
Young-ran suggested meeting with a certain artist. He thought it would be over soon, but more than an hour had passed, and they were still engaged in some profound conversation.
Yawning out of boredom, a staff member approached.
“The director asks you to come in.”
Although he wanted to retort something sarcastic, Sung-han, wondering what crime the employee committed, headed to the director’s office without saying a word.
The artist Young-ran had just met, a white-haired elderly man named No Sin-sa, was walking out in the corridor.
Looking at his face, Sung-han immediately recognized that he was the artist Young-ran had just met.
He had no interest in art, but to properly capture Young-ran, he felt he should at least know who the prominent artists in the art world were. So, he spent the night studying.
He heard that the paintings this person drew cost tens of millions. Was that why? No Sin-sa, who first slightly lowered his head to greet Sung-han, just passed by without paying much attention.
“Originally, he doesn’t interact well with people he doesn’t know.”
The employee hurriedly explained, thinking Sung-han might feel awkward. However, Sung-han showed no sign of being bothered.
“You may go in.”
“Oh, just a glass of water, please.”
Before entering the director’s office, Sung-han told the employee.
When the employee said they would bring it soon, Sung-han thanked him and opened the director’s office door.
Young-ran stood up.
“I’m sorry, Prosecutor Jo Sung-han. I met an important person first.”
“It’s okay. Since I’m not an important person, I should naturally wait.”
At Sung-han’s remark, Young-ran slightly furrowed her eyebrows.
Soon, they heard a knocking sound, and an employee brought water. Sung-han gulped down the water in the cup.
Watching Sung-han empty the cup with a gurgling sound, Young-ran smiled leisurely.
“It seems like you were very thirsty.”
“I’ve been standing and waiting for over an hour; I thought I was going to die.”
“At Prosecutor Jo’s unintentional command, it seems I committed a breach. I should have guided you to the break room. Anyway, my employees lack the ability to adapt flexibly, always doing what they are told without assessing the situation. Tsk, tsk.”
Young-ran clicked her tongue.
“Thanks to that, you had plenty of time to enjoy the paintings. Isn’t it fortunate?”
“I’m grateful that Prosecutor-nim thinks so. By any chance, was there a painting you liked?”
“No.”
Sung-han bluntly replied.
Although he said there was nothing he liked without a moment’s hesitation, Young-ran was not surprised.
“You don’t like modern art, right? So, I prepared a painting that you might like. Would you like to see it?”
Young-ran raised her hand, pointing to an ink painting placed on one side of the director’s office.
“Oh, it’s impressive!”
“Isn’t it? Prosecutor Yoon Tae-jin said the same. Prosecutor Jo seems to have liked calligraphy and such for a long time. So, I thought you might prefer oriental paintings over Western ones and prepared it.”
“But why are you giving this to me? Is it a hint to look closely behind President Oh Joo-hwan?”
As Sung-han, who stood up from his seat, put one hand in his pants pocket.
“For President Oh Joo-hwan, it’s natural to receive the punishment he deserves for his committed sins. I just wanted to give it to Prosecutor-nim because I wanted to.”
“To say it’s just a painting, isn’t it more than just a painting? If you receive this, wouldn’t that mean you and the director will become close?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being close. If you put this painting up for auction in 3 or 5 years, you’ll probably get at least 20 billion.”
“20 billion?”
Sung-han’s eyes widened.
Watching him in surprise, Young-ran smiled with a satisfied expression.
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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