Indeed. With his parents and sister spending more than half the year abroad, he would feel as much dissatisfaction as he felt lonely.
Every time he saw Ji An turning her back on her family, Ha Joon felt a pang in his heart, wondering how much pain she was in.
Ha Joon, who had answered about the pamphlet, asked.
“Your father sent it. It’s earlier than last year, isn’t it?”
“It seems so.”
Ji An murmured in a subdued voice, ‘Kim Ji Woo’.
The electronic violinist Zenith, Korean name Kim Ji Woo. She was none other than Ji An’s sister.
The Violin Empress, who spent several months out of the year touring Europe and the Americas, had a packed schedule for the next three years.
Over the recent years, the modifier attached to her was ‘Zenith, who went from an angel to a goddess’.
Her sister showed interest in the instrument at the age of four, and demonstrated a natural talent for the violin. It was only natural that her famous sister became her mother’s entire world.
Once again, Ji An remembered her mother’s words and bit her inner lip.
‘I never intended to have you. I didn’t even know I had you. I just wanted to have one daughter and raise her beautifully and preciously.’
So, I became the daughter who couldn’t receive love.
Her mother’s words were like a blade, and the sharp end always pointed towards Ji An.
She grew up hearing words about wanting to erase the unexpectedly born Ji An, as naturally as if eating meals, especially from her mother.
It did stop when her sister’s early study abroad was decided, but that time was never erased.
“Try calling her.”
“There was a call. From Dad. …I forgot.”
Ji An remembered the call with her father Jae Yoon.
She casually responded with the speaker on, and it seemed to be about returning to the country.
With a gloomy expression on her back, she asked Ha Joon about the news of Mrs. Yeon Woo.
“Is your mother doing well?”
Ha Joon knew that the person Ji An was asking about was his mother, Lee Yeon Woo.
Even knowing, there were times when he suddenly asked, “Why is she your mother?” He wanted to see Ji An roll her eyes as she answered, “Because I like her.”
“Mother also asked the same thing. Talk to her directly.”
“I did. This morning.”
‘Emo’, a common term used when addressing a mother’s friend.
The reason she couldn’t call Mrs. Yeon Woo ‘Emo’ was that she was not her mother’s friend.
Nevertheless, Mrs. Yeon Woo was a precious person to Ji An.
Because I liked her more than my own mother, always, from the day I first held Mrs. Yeon Woo’s hand and walked home.
‘You opened your eyes wide and held Ha Joon’s hand tightly. Every time I left you like that, my heart was so uncomfortable.’
When Ha Joon walked home, she was the only child left at the Sang Rok Kindergarten.
The memories of being left alone were particularly vivid.
The dimly lit kindergarten yard. Dad’s late return from work. The child asleep next to the principal’s desk.
That was Kim Ji An.
One day,
‘Your name is Ji An, right? From today, you’ll be walking home with me. Is that okay?’
‘Yes?’
It was just great. Completely.
It was even better because the place I was going with her hand in mine was apartment 1703, building 108, Ha Joon’s house.
Playing with Ha Joon, eating the food that Mrs. Yeon Woo made, and when I fell asleep, my dad would carry me back home.
Ji An was happiest in those days in her life.
It seemed that Mr. Yoon Ho was not too busy, so I wished my father could also run a furniture workshop.
“Yoon Ha Joon. Be nice to your mother. Don’t act so brusque.”
“Who says I will.”
“The first day you followed your mother home.”
Ha Joon asked with a smile.
“Why is she your mother?”
“Because I like her.”
When Ji An glanced at him, Ha Joon smiled again. You can’t argue with love.
She glanced and asked about her twin siblings.
“Are Ha On and Ha Min doing well?”
“They’re doing well. They seem to be coming to Korea for this vacation.”
“Really? They’re really coming?”
The twin siblings who were born the year she entered elementary school still liked Ji An more than they liked her.
“Do you like it that much?”
“Of course. You know how much I loved the twins, right? When school ended, I used to run without looking back to see the twins.”
Suddenly, Ji An thought about Mrs. Yeon Woo, who was like a real mother, and Eun Ji, who was like a mother.
As her thoughts deepened, she shook her head vehemently.
“I ordered pomegranates. When they arrive, I need to visit mom.”
“It seems I will hear again that I’m worse than my son.”
Ha Joon carefully spoke to Ji An, who was smiling faintly.
“I’ll call home. They will wait.”
“…….”
“Kim Ji An.”
“I got it. I’ll do it. I just need to do it.”
What were they waiting for? They would probably tell her to take good care of her sensitive sister while following the schedule.
Why should I act as a maid next to Goddess Genesis?
Ji An, who concealed her true feelings, asked.
“When will it end? I’m hungry.”
“It’s over.”
“What kind of case is it?”
“It’s a secret. It’s an ethically ambiguous case.”
Ji An held up the lawyer’s business card, exhaled, and wiped it with the tip of her sleeve.
Is it good to be a lawyer when working overtime, weekends, and holidays are taken for granted?
She sat back on the sofa, hugged her knees, and looked up at Ha Joon.
He was handsome. That’s why someone like Choi Da Som fell for him.
He lifted his gaze from the monitor, propped his chin on the back of his hand, and asked.
“Why are you looking like that? Do you have something to say?”
“No. Just because.”
“Today, … there was nothing unusual, right?”
Ji An, who barely understood Ha Joon’s words, answered awkwardly.
“Uh? Yes. That’s how it was.”
If it ended like that, it would be good. Ji An forcibly suppressed the anxiety that was rushing at her.
Monday following the weekend. Geon Guk Law Firm.
The clientspecific elevator stopped at the 24th floor, and Da Som, wearing stiletto heels, headed for the executive office.
Was she made a fool of by a lawyer?
She met eyes with the reception desk’s secretary and asked.
“Is the representative here?”
“If you haven’t made an appointment.”
Da Som’s lips twisted unpleasantly, and the clutch bag she swung made the plant on the desk fall to the floor.
The office manager’s voice grew louder amidst the scattered masato.
“Director! What is this behavior?”
“This is how I feel right now. So call up Attorney Yoon Ha Joon.”
At the noise outside, the CEO opened the office door and frowned.
“Bring her in and call Attorney Yoon.”
“Yes, CEO.”
Da Som, who greeted the CEO, raised a few bills to the reception desk.
“I’m sure I owe another apology. I’m sorry.”
Ha Joon, who was in an external meeting for the SH Chemical listing, quickly entered the company lobby.
His hand, headed towards the tie dimple, pressed his lips, looking at the picture on the elevator advertisement and the words below, he sighed.
“Haah!”
There were more than 600 lawyers at Geon Guk. Including their assistants, the firm boasted more than 1,200 resident employees.
Yoon Ha Joon’s position here was not bad.
He had never been absent from the TOP 10 in case management ability as a responsible attorney for the last three years.
He was known as a gentleman who had the ability to deal with companies, an exceptional appearance, and even kindness.
That Yoon Ha Joon was called for this kind of matter.
Confused, he swept his face with his large hand.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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