The Maid Hates Childcare (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 1
“I’m hungry.”
What on earth is going on here?
I quietly looked down at the children, each barely half my height.
Their dusty hair was auburn, and despite their ragged appearance, their bright blue eyes shimmered mystically like sapphires.
“…….”
Both boys’ gazes fixed intently on me.
Or rather, on the cup ramen in my hand.
[This is the timeline separator]Before my eyes stretched a dark corridor.
Goosebumps rose from the chill rising off the marble floor and the moss-covered walls.
‘A castle? A temple? It looks just like a European building.’
Though I’d never actually visited one, we all had the internet—a marvel of modern civilization.
Yet this place was nothing like the splendid ruins showcased on travel blogs.
‘I don’t believe in ghosts, but…’
It felt less like an ornate art gallery and more like an expertly crafted haunted house.
I tapped idly at mushrooms growing from the wall, lost in thought.
‘Why am I here?’
Back home, the newly opened megastore was in the middle of an unbelievable sale.
‘Domestic pork: 1,110 won per 100g. Kabocha squash: 500 won each. Five cucumbers for 1,000 won. Cup ramen: 100 won per person.’
The store bustled at dinnertime, packed shoulder to shoulder.
Flash sales and first-come-first-served deals turned housewives into warriors.
Especially around the display piled high with 100-won cup ramen……
“What the hell?! Where’re your eyes, huh?!”
“Look at you! How old are you to speak so rudely?!”
The ajusshis who’d trailed behind the ajummas were now politely inquiring about each other’s ages.
Amid their friendly yet intense greetings, cup ramen scattered in every direction from the display.
“Oh dear, stop it already!”
A cup of yukgaejang ramen rolled toward me through the tussling ajummas.
Just as I absentmindedly picked it up—
‘Huh?’
My head spun violently.
‘Must be orthostatic hypotension.’
Thinking simply, I looked ahead—and everything had changed.
“……Where am I?”
My low-heeled shoes picked up spores from the floor.
A long black dress and white apron swayed with my every step.
‘I was wearing sneakers and jeans just a moment ago.’
Glancing around, I spotted a wall mirror in the distance.
Drawn like a moth, I approached it.
“……Who’s that?”
Brown hair cascaded to her chest, framing a delicate face with vivid green eyes.
The dress reflected in the mirror resembled a maid’s cosplay outfit.
‘She looks like someone from the Middle Ages. A maid, maybe?’
The only truly incongruous thing was that this apparent maid held a cup ramen.
The same small yukgaejang cup I’d picked up.
‘Is this a dream?’
Whenever I moved my hand, the girl in the mirror mimicked me exactly—even the cup ramen.
“……This is really strange.”
My voice sounded slightly higher and more melodic than usual.
“Oh, did I faint?”
Maybe I collapsed while picking up the ramen.
If this were a dream, it would all make sense.
‘I’ve been under a lot of stress lately.’
Between part-time jobs and hunting for a permanent position, I’d been swamped without a moment’s rest.
‘But still…’
To suddenly collapse like this?
‘There were so many people in the store—didn’t anyone notice?’
I’d grabbed thread at my doljanchi, so an early death wasn’t in the cards.
‘Guess I’ll just wait for this dream to end.’
Just as I thought this carelessly—gurgle.
My stomach growled loudly.
“If it’s a dream, why am I hungry?”
My gut clamored insistently for food.
‘There’s no way this is real.’
Yet the hunger and the cold air around me felt utterly vivid.
‘Cold, hungry, and sleepy…’
The classic trio of misery.
I clutched the cup ramen protectively, longing desperately for its hot broth.
‘I’ll just fill my stomach first.’
Holding the ramen close, I passed by the mirror.
Fortunately, I quickly found the kitchen.
Boil water and wait.
That’s just how cup ramen works.
“Carefully now.”
I added the seasoning and poured in hot water.
“Mmm, smells delicious.”
Fragrant steam burst forth in a savory wave.
‘Now begins the waiting game.’
Just as I relaxed and turned around—
“I’m hungry.”
“Aaahhh—!”
I nearly threw the cup ramen in shock.
‘What? There’s no one… wait.’
Only then did I realize I needed to lower my gaze.
‘Children?’
Their dusty, dirty-blond hair.
Their faces so pale I almost mistook them for tiny ghosts—no, specters—with blue eyes.
“Who are you?”
“I’m hungry.”
I asked, trying to calm my racing heart, but only received that same reply.
The twins’ eyes were locked onto the cup ramen in my hand.
As this standoff with the mysterious children continued,
I instinctively blurted out,
“Oh, three minutes.”
My body sensed it clearly:
the three minutes had just passed.
Tap.
Instinctively, I lifted the lid.
‘Look at that steam.’
The aroma wafting out was incomparably richer than when it was covered.
At that moment, one child’s eyes sparkled brightly.
The other pretended not to care but kept stealing glances at the ramen.
I observed them quietly.
Their cheeks, which should have been plump and dewy at that age, were sunken and gaunt.
‘Even in a dream, this feels awful.’
Though these children might be illusions, I couldn’t ignore their pitiful state.
Even if it was just cup ramen, still—
“Do you want some?”
“Yes!”
At that, one child nodded eagerly.
But the other quickly pulled the first back, stepping away.
“Whaaat.”
“You got tricked before and still haven’t learned?”
The child whispered into the other’s ear.
I had no idea what “tricked before” meant.
“There’s no poison or anything in it.”
Have you never seen cup ramen before?
Maybe they found it suspicious.
“Look.”
I dramatically lifted a strand of noodles with chopsticks and took a bite.
“Mmm, delicious.”
JMT.
An involuntary sigh escaped me.
My internal clock was, as always, precise—the noodles perfectly cooked.
Gulp.
Again, I heard the children swallowing hard.
Watching me eat clearly eased much of their wary suspicion.
“Here, try it. Ahh.”
“Ahh.”
I twirled noodles neatly with my chopsticks.
The bite-sized portion gently settled into the waiting little mouth.
“So tasty.”
It was so delicious tears welled up in their eyes.
The noodles were tender yet chewy, savory and satisfying—the essence of ramen.
‘Hope it’s not too hot.’
I blew on the broth before feeding it to them, and they exhaled tiny puffs of steam while eating happily.
“It’s spicy. But so tasty.”
The drawn-out, trailing tone was incredibly cute.
‘Eating through tears—quite the multitasker.’
Despite that thought, a warm sense of pride welled up inside me.
I gestured to the child behind.
“Come eat with us.”
Flinch.
At my call, the child beside the first one shrank back again.
Still suspicious?
But they must be hungry.
“I’m telling you, it’s really fine. Just taste one bite, then we’ll talk.”
It sounded a bit like a pushy sales pitch, but classic methods often worked best.
I twirled noodles onto my chopsticks and brought them to the hesitant child’s lips.
“…….”
Gurgle.
The sound came from the retreating child’s stomach.
Their cheeks flushed crimson.
Their tightly closed mouth wobbled slightly, then carefully opened.
“There we go.”
Cold noodles taste bad.
The ramen slipped neatly into the child’s small mouth.
Chewing softly, their cheeks moved cutely.
“……Delicious.”
A tiny sigh escaped with a gulp.
Genuinely delighted, their eyes shimmered with moisture.
But one bite wouldn’t fill their stomach.
I twirled more noodles into their empty mouth.
“Me too! Me too!”
The other child squealed beside them.
“Hehe, so soft and cute.”
Feeding them a tiny fish cake swirl brought back their cheerful smile.
“All gone.”
Alternating bites between them, the ramen disappeared quickly, leaving only broth.
The shimmering red soup was mine alone.
‘It’s basically sodium and flavor enhancers—but so what?’
Sometimes, that salty broth offered small comfort.
‘This taste is life itself.’
Nodding thoughtfully, I savored this philosophical insight.
“I’m full.”
The child clutched their round belly, sprawling on the floor.
The other child’s expression had softened considerably too.
“But why today? You never gave us any before, no matter how we begged.”
Patting their full belly, the child tilted their head innocently.
“Me?”
I was the one truly baffled.
Yet the foreign child nodded as if it were obvious.
“Yes. Aileen.”
Aileen?
The moment the child murmured another’s name,
my head pounded as if splitting open, and my vision bleached white.
‘What’s this?’
A flood of information and memories surged into my mind like a tidal wave.
[Prayer of Healing].A self-proclaimed healing-genre novel where the heroine ‘Eltheas’ awakens as a saintess, saving countless men.
I’d devoured that novel—even baking cookies while reading—and considered it quite a masterpiece.
‘Why am I remembering this novel now?’
With trembling eyes, I looked at the children hugging each other.
Gradually, through hazy afterimages, I began to see the visions of what this body’s original owner had done.
‘Aileen Hallen.’
Nanny to the abandoned twin imperial princes.
The very person who abused them, turning them into hidden antagonists.
‘Blood and flesh flying, bones torn apart……’
Her fate for abusing the children was death.
‘Could this not be a dream—but possession?’
And now, that destined future belongs to me.
When male lead is the homewrecker
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
I’ve read the novel below twice already. Girls, I’m highly recommending it to you!
The female lead? Not a good person.
The second male lead? Not a good person.
The male lead? Willingly plays the third party, breaking up the female and second male lead’s relationship despite all the warnings from his friends—so yeah, he’s definitely not a good person either.
Basically, nobody in this novel is simple-minded or without scheming.
The female lead starts off as the male lead’s secretary, but don’t worry—later on, she takes over the company while the male lead steps back to support her. He won’t steal her spotlight, overshadow her, or dull her shine.
I love novels where men are out here snatching wigs, tearing each other down, and going to war just to win the female lead’s affection. And this is exactly that kind of novel. Most of Hai Dai Ran’s works have this dynamic. You’ll see the male characters’ emotions being pushed to the absolute extreme.
There’s even a scene where the second male lead exposes the male lead online for being a homewrecker. The brotherhood immediately gangs up on him, dragging him through the mud. I find it compelling —it completely flips reality on its head, where usually, women are the ones fighting over a man and getting torn apart by the sisterhood.
For me, female leads in the novels I read should only struggle in their careers, not in love. But if the brainless romantics in the story are all men? I have zero complaints.
I’ve pretty much read all of Hai Dai Ran’s novels and even translated all of them—her works are just my thing. I’ll slowly upload everything here. One day, when my website is official, I hope I can invite her to join as one of the star authors.
Here’s the story synopsis:
One-line summary: She is his lifelong obsession, to the point where he was willing to be a third wheel, scorned by society, just to wedge his way into her relationship with her fiancé.
Cold-hearted and indifferent female lead + Scheming and subservient CEO male lead
Intro 1:
“I know she doesn’t love him.”
With blood trickling from his clenched fist, Rong Xiu gazed at the woman before him, his eyes clouded with anguish. Hidden in the wardrobe, he had witnessed Fan Xia – the woman he desperately loved – in an intimate embrace with her fiancé. Yet his heart still yearned for her, defying all reason.
Fan Xia, the elegant and composed assistant, carried something mysterious in her eyes whenever she looked at her fiancé, Wen Lan Sheng. Strange occurrences began to surface – secret meetings with the young Gu Jin Yi, an unexplained withdrawal of 5,000 yuan… Then suddenly, her fiancé’s sister, Wen Jing, violently attacked her.
In this matriarchal society, Rong Xiu had risen to become the chairman of a powerful healthcare conglomerate, breaking through gender prejudices. But for the first time, he willingly stepped into the shadows as the other man, disregarding his friends’ warnings to become her secret lover.
Because he had discovered the truth – Fan Xia wasn’t the pure angel everyone believed her to be. And perhaps, he was the only one capable of helping her execute her mysterious plan…
Intro 2:
Rong Xiu’s biggest regret in life was missing out on Fan Xia.
He secretly loved Fan Xia for 7 years.
Watched her go public with her boyfriend.
Watched her kiss her boyfriend at their wedding.
Until that man blissfully nestled in Fan Xia’s arms, obtaining everything he could only dream of.
The crazy jealousy stripped away his hidden secret love, layer by layer, burning like wildfire.
Fan Xia, how can I have you!
【Reading and Trigger Warning Guide】
1. Female dominant, male submissive, male pregnancy
2. Male lead schemes his way to the top, male competition
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The premise seemed interesting enough but unfortunately the way it’s written is very poor. Idk if it’s the way the writer writes or a translation error but it’s just not smooth. Something about the writing feels disjointed