The Returned Father of My Child (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Mommy. Aren’t you coming to see Yeo Reum?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it last week.”
Just seeing Yeo Reum’s face seemed to heal all the despair she’d been feeling.
“Hmph. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Yeo Reum.”
She’d left Yeo Reum in the care of her aunt Winter, who lived in town, and visited every weekend. Ever since Senior Jung Hoon had embezzled company funds and disappeared, Bo Mi had to withdraw the deposit from her apartment to cover urgent expenses.
She found herself working late more often, unable to go home.
“Bo Mi, it doesn’t feel right making you work overtime when you’ve got Yeo Reum. Let’s just hire a new developer, even if it means stretching our budget, and divide up the workload properly.”
Su Young, her co-CEO, always put Bo Mi first, but Bo Mi felt guilty about receiving special treatment just because of Yeo Reum.
Neither Bo Mi nor Su Young could afford to pay themselves proper salaries, let alone take on additional personnel costs. Moreover, they had to focus even harder to win the competition against Dowon Distribution.
Yeo Reum, still very young and needing constant attention, could easily get into accidents if left unattended. In the end, Bo Mi had no choice but to leave her with her aunt.
It weighed heavily on her heart, feeling like she wasn’t being a proper mother.
“Yeo Reum, just hold on a little longer. Mommy will come after three more nights of sleep.”
“Wow! Grandma! Mommy says she’s coming! Mommy, Mommy! Yeo Reum will count every night—one, two, three—before sleeping!”
Yeo Reum held up three chubby fingers.
Ah… so cute.
My adorable child, who looks just like Nak Won. Watching Yeo Reum grow to resemble the one she loved brought Bo Mi happiness.
“Mommy, even if you’re working hard to come see me, don’t get hurt, okay?”
Does your kindness come from your dad?
“Don’t worry—I’m healthy. Just promise me you won’t get sick either, Yeo Reum.”
“Yes!”
The child’s loud, cheerful reply melted Bo Mi’s heart.
“I’ve got something really important to do now, so I’ll call you again later. If everything goes well today, Mommy and Yeo Reum can live together again!”
“Wow! Really? We’ll really live together? Can I sleep with you every night?”
“Yes. We’ll sleep together every single night, just you and me.”
“I’m so excited! Mommy, fighting!”
She clenched her little fist into a victory pose and smiled, her dimples folding adorably.
The mole near her eye and the dimples that appeared when she smiled were unmistakable traces of Nak Won.
For a fleeting moment, the cold, sharp face of the man she’d met earlier overlapped with that image.
No. Bo Mi quickly banished the stray thought from her mind.
Impossible. My Nak Won was far more handsome, and my Yeo Reum is even cuter.
He wasn’t the kind of man with that chilling, desolate gaze like Siberian tundra—his eyes had always held the warmth of spring, looking at her gently.
She must have mistaken him for Nak Won just because she missed him so terribly.
She couldn’t forget why she was here today. For Yeo Reum’s sake, she absolutely had to finalize this contract successfully.
“Sorry. I held us up because of me. We’re not late yet, right?”
The clock hand hovered precariously right on their appointment time.
“We’d better hurry. Let’s run!”
Su Young chuckled and took off running first.
“The one who’s late buys coffee.”
“Ha Su Young! That’s cowardly!”
Bo Mi snapped back to her senses and chased after Su Young. Back in college, when they’d stay up coding in the club room and oversleep classes, she’d always chase after Su Young like this.
Maybe it really was a stroke of luck to have a friend like Su Young—someone who understood and supported her.
Breathless and adjusting their clothes, they showed their passes and were escorted to the elevator.
True to its elegant exterior, the interior was equally sophisticated and refined.
Like a luxury hotel, the first-floor lobby even featured a central courtyard beneath the staircase, serving as a library and lounge for employees.
Though this wasn’t her first visit to a major corporation, Bo Mi instinctively shrank under the overwhelming atmosphere.
If today’s contract succeeded, it would more than cover the damages caused by Senior Jung Hoon. She could finally pay the overdue salaries, and if the project succeeded, Narae Creative’s value would rise significantly.
And then there was the company-provided housing during the contract period…
The thought of bringing Yeo Reum back to live with her again filled Bo Mi’s chest with hopeful anticipation.
Despite the minor mishap that morning, as long as she didn’t run into that important man again, everything felt like it would work out fine.
“This could potentially expand and integrate with other businesses—we have high expectations.”
“Thank you.”
“Both CEO Ha Su Young and CEO Han Bo Mi are so young yet exceptionally capable. I look forward to working with you.”
Bo Mi and Su Young shook hands with Director Park of Dowon Distribution. At last, they’d safely signed the contract.
They were now guaranteed a life where they could focus solely on development in the best possible environment. Though they felt the weight of managing such a large-scale project, their excitement overshadowed any anxiety.
The fire that had been scorching their feet was finally out.
“If you’re free, would you care to join me for a meal?”
With a friendly smile, Director Park extended the invitation, leaving the two women—who had planned to rush off immediately to handle moving arrangements—unable to refuse.
Even while waiting for the elevator, Director Park never stopped talking about himself.
In that short time, Bo Mi learned he had a college-aged daughter and even discovered his dog’s favorite snack.
Contrary to his dignified appearance, he clearly loved talking.
“By the way, when you were signing earlier, CEO Han Bo Mi, that fountain pen of yours looked really nice. Would it be rude to ask where you bought it? Do you think it’d be too out of touch as a gift for my daughter?”
Director Park asked as they arrived at the first-floor lobby via elevator.
“I also received mine as a gift from someone like a father figure when I entered university. I only use it for important occasions. Your daughter will surely love it too. The brand was… um… Mon… something…”
Bo Mi smiled and opened her bag.
She still carefully used the fountain pen given to her by her benefactor upon university enrollment. But Bo Mi, indifferent to brand names, always forgot where it was from.
Remembering product details seemed to belong to a part of her brain completely unrelated to programming.
“I think I left it in the meeting room. I’m so sorry, Director Park. Please go ahead with CEO Ha Su Young—I’ll join you at the restaurant shortly.”
She must have been too nervous to double-check everything.
It had been an uncharacteristic day for Han Bo Mi. First, that reckless impulse to cling desperately to a man resembling her late Nak Won without even confirming…
Standing alone in front of the elevator, Bo Mi pushed her hair back and let out a long, self-reproachful sigh.
Get it together, Han Bo Mi.
*Ding.* The doors are opening.
Hearing the elevator’s mechanical voice, Bo Mi looked up—and froze.
Nak Won. No, the man who looked just like Nak Won stood there. His expression was cold, unreadable—yet somehow even more handsome than the Nak Won in her memory.
He wore an expensive, tailored suit she’d never seen Nak Won in, his shoulders appearing broader, more solid. With her eyes closed, Nak Won’s image would linger stubbornly behind her eyelids like a photograph—and now that image stood right here inside the elevator.
“Aren’t you getting in?”
His voice was sharp. Yet even in that tone, Bo Mi searched desperately for traces of Nak Won. Could voices truly be this alike?
When Bo Mi didn’t answer, the elevator doors began sliding shut.
Instinctively, she reached out her arm. Sensors detected her, and the doors sprang back open. In that instant, a strong force pulled her inside.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The man, seemingly startled by his own action, quickly released her arm.
“I’m sorry.”
Bo Mi stared at him with wide, rabbit-like eyes before hurriedly lowering her blushing face.
Why did I reach out so stupidly?
How pathetic. Today, Han Bo Mi was truly acting strange.
“I… I just didn’t want the doors to close…”
The man didn’t respond, only narrowed his eyes and looked away dismissively.
How embarrassing… and so prickly. What a waste of that handsome face.
Bo Mi grumbled inwardly but dared not raise her head, afraid he’d recognize her as the woman from that morning.
But avoiding his gaze didn’t stop her from sensing that achingly familiar scent.
Won Yi.
The subtle skin fragrance mingled with the deep, forest-like aroma that reminded her so vividly of Nak Won seeped deep into her nostrils.
And still, he claims he’s not Won Yi?
Bo Mi tightened her grip on her bag and lifted her head. Ah… damn it. Their eyes met. Why did tears have to well up at a time like this?
The man glanced briefly at the woman pressed against the corner.
The sensation of her slender arm in his palm remained vividly imprinted on his hand. Annoying.
“Which floor?”
He’d have to press it himself, apparently—this shameless woman clearly had no sense of tact.
It was a mistake to ride the elevator alone without his secretary. Of all times, the executive elevator had to be under maintenance.
Jae Kyung couldn’t tear his eyes away from the calamity he’d apparently summoned himself.
The woman lifted her head. Just like that morning, her large eyes were glistening, brimming with moisture.
Tch. This is maddening. Again with the tears?
Stuck alone in the elevator with that lunatic from this morning… He should’ve just shoved her out. Regret was useless now—the elevator wouldn’t stop until it reached its floor.
“Aren’t solicitors banned from entering?”
Maybe he should just fire the entire security team at Dowon Building.
“I’m not a solicitor. I was out of line this morning.”
What should I do? He remembers me… Bo Mi kept her eyes glued to the toe of her shoe, struggling to speak through her embarrassment.
“Please take me to the 23rd floor.”
Her voice trembled faintly, and her long lashes, veiled like a curtain, shimmered with tears.
“Why did you act like that this morning?”
Against his will, Jae Kyung found himself speaking again. He told himself he was merely curious—after all, she cried every time she saw him.
“… I’m sorry.”
Bo Mi could only parrot apologies like a parrot.
She’d lost her composure at the sight of a face resembling Nak Won and had disrespected a company executive on such a critical contract day. He could easily cancel the deal with Narae Creative if he chose.
“You don’t seem to belong to a religious group.”
“…”
Bo Mi hesitated—should she introduce herself? She worried it might bring trouble to Narae Creative.
“If you don’t intend to speak, I’ll press the emergency button and report you.”
“Oh! No, please don’t.”
Bo Mi fumbled with the pass hanging around her neck.
“A vendor partner?”
“My name is Han Bo Mi from Narae Creative.”
It was too late to hide anything now—delaying would only make things worse.
Maybe, just maybe, if he really was Nak Won suffering from amnesia, her name might spark a miracle.
Heart pounding with hope, Bo Mi looked up and stared into the man’s dark eyes. In that gaze, she felt as if she were looking into Nak Won’s familiar, gleaming black eyes.
His eyes still held Han Bo Mi within them, just as before.
Would he hear the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat?
“… Han Bo Mi…”
He spoke her name in Nak Won’s voice. Bo Mi’s heart began racing.
“Han Bo Mi.”
Han Bo Mi… That name sounded familiar. Jae Kyung narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing her pass.“`
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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Ga Jin is such an interesting character. If FL had been friends with him, she might have had an even more terrible childhood because of Mrs. Hwang. But he’s exactly the type of person who could be a friend or family member.