The Temperature Difference with Him (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
No. Ji An changed her mind. Go in with humility. After all, you’re the one who blew things out of proportion.
She lowered her head and spoke.
“Ha Jun has no idea about any of this. If he found out I came here like this, given his personality…”
“He’d be horrified. He’s way too uptight for this.”
“Right. Exactly.”
Was she finally getting through?
Ji An thought of So Min and Yu Jin—friends she’d made right here, bonding over their shared complaints about Ha Jun.
Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t hold it too harshly against her. A flicker of hope rose inside her.
“Attorney Yoon’s girlfriend? Unbelievable. Ridiculous. Seriously.”
Da Som stood up from her chair, looked down at Ji An, and twisted her lips. She added,
“But you know what?”
She grabbed a water glass and drenched Ji An, then continued,
“I can’t stand things that piss me off.”
The sharp click of Da Som’s heels grew fainter in Ji An’s ears as she walked away.
Water dripped from Ji An’s face, clinging to her chin before falling in heavy drops.
“Wipe yourself off.”
Someone handed Ji An a handkerchief as she kept her eyes shut.
“Huh?”
“You look like you need it.”
Just as Ji An opened her damp eyelids to thank them, someone called out to the man.
“Woo Dan Woo. Time’s up.”
“Coming.”
The one who’d offered the handkerchief was the man seated across from her.
Ji An softly called out to him as he turned to leave.
“Hey. The handkerchief.”
“It’s fine. Keep it.”
The man quickly turned his back and walked away.
Ji An tightly squeezed her soaked bangs with the handkerchief.
Sitting there in the hotel café on a lazy Saturday afternoon, bathed in soft sunlight—what a pathetic sight she must’ve been.
Women who’d liked Ha Jun usually showed their humiliation by either crying or lashing out when rejected like this.
And they always directed their resentment not at Ha Jun—but at her.
“I guess this much means it’s over nicely, right?”
Ji An muttered to herself, staring at the handkerchief embroidered with initials.
“Woo Dan Woo?”
Now that’s a name that really sticks.
Woo Dan Woo—it sounded like the kind of name that’d cause big trouble if you ever owed him anything.
Entering the lobby of Geonkuk Law Firm, Ji An stepped into the elevator and fiddled with her visitor pass.
‘Meeting’s over. Come to the firm. I’ll celebrate finishing the draft with you.’
So she came.
But as always, every time she visited, she felt like everyone was silently cursing her with their eyes.
Here, Kim Ji An was nothing more than the idle girl occupying Attorney Yoon Ha Jun’s office sofa. That’s probably how the firm’s staff saw her.
Ji An forcibly pushed aside the bitter thoughts weighing down her heart.
Ha Jun’s office manager, Lee Jung Ah, stepped in front of her and asked,
“How did you get in? Did you make an appointment?”
She never just let her through. Squeezing the cushion in her hands, Ji An replied,
“I’m here to see Attorney Yoon Ha Jun. We’re close.”
“Just a moment. The attorney is currently in a meeting, so I’ll need to—”
Before Lee Jung Ah could finish, the ornate French doors swung open, and Ha Jun elegantly beckoned Ji An inside.
As Ji An passed through the client reception area, he asked his office manager,
“Manager, could you bring us some drinks? Something sweet for her.”
Ji An entered Ha Jun’s office—furnished with premium decor and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping city view.
He pointed his index finger toward the cushion.
“Why the cushion?”
“Oh! This? It’s to block splashes. Someone might slap me. All learned from experience.”
Ha Jun nodded, taking in her neatly tied hair, light makeup, and lovely dress.
She must’ve done well playing the girlfriend role.
Though their meaning was different, she genuinely was his longtime girlfriend.
People easily believed Ji An when she claimed to be his girlfriend—maybe because she was the only one who ever smiled at him.
Licking the upper rim of her lips, now coated with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, she asked,
“Why didn’t you like her? She seemed pretty and decent enough.”
“Client information is confidential.”
“Hmm.”
Ji An pressed her lips together tightly.
Even if it was confidential, he could’ve at least told her something about Samjin Construction.
“Wait a bit. Let’s grab something tasty.”
Using the cushion as a pillow, she stretched out her legs and lay straight on the sofa. It had been an especially long, long day.
Behind Ha Jun, the setting sun cast long shadows through the floor-to-ceiling window.
As her wait dragged on, Ji An stretched, twisted her body, and stood up to look down at the city now glowing crimson.
“When will you be done?”
“Soon.”
Ha Jun, who’d been reading case files on his monitor, looked up as Ji An approached his desk.
Her eyes fixed on a pamphlet nestled among the stacks of paper.
[Violin Goddess Janice. Concert at the Seoul Arts Center]She flicked the pamphlet lightly with her thumb and middle finger and murmured,
“Unnie, it’s about time you came back.”
“Huh?”
“The pamphlet.”
Only then did Ha Jun lean back in his chair after seeing it.
Could he really not have known?
Well, fair enough—his parents and older sister spent more than half the year abroad, so naturally she’d feel lonely… and resentful.
Every time Ha Jun saw Ji An shutting out her family, his heart ached, wondering what pain she must carry inside.
After answering her about the pamphlet, he asked,
“Your dad sent it. Earlier than last year, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is.”
Ji An murmured “Kim Ji Woo” in a subdued voice.
Janice, the electronic violinist—her Korean name was Kim Ji Woo. She was Ji An’s older sister.
For all but three or four months each year, she toured Europe and the Americas, with her next three years already fully booked—the undisputed queen of the violin.
In recent years, people had started calling her “Janice: from angel to goddess.”
Her sister had shown interest in instruments at age four and displayed a natural gift for the violin. It was only natural that, once she gained fame, she became their mother’s entire world.
Ji An bit the inside of her lip again, recalling her mother’s words.
“I never meant to have you. Didn’t even know I was pregnant. I only wanted one daughter—someone I could raise beautifully and lovingly.”
And so, the daughter she couldn’t love was me.
Her mother’s words were like blades, always pointed squarely at Ji An.
She’d grown up hearing, as casually as daily meals, that she was an unexpected mistake her mother wished she could erase—coming from her own mother, no less.
Though it stopped when her sister left early for overseas studies, those memories never truly faded.
“Call her.”
“I got a call. From Dad… I’d forgotten.”
Ji An remembered her conversation with her father, Jae Yoon.
She’d half-listened on speakerphone—it must’ve been about his return.
Turning away with a dejected look, she asked Ha Jun about Aunt Yeon Woo.
“Is Mom doing well?”
Ha Jun knew she meant his mother, Lee Yeon Woo.
Even though he knew, he’d sometimes suddenly ask, “Why do you call her your mom?” just to see Ji An roll her eyes after answering, “Because I like her.”
“Mom asked the same thing. You should talk to her directly.”
“I already did. This morning.”
“Imo”—a common term kids used for their mom’s friends.
But Ji An could never call Aunt Yeon Woo “Imo,” because she wasn’t just a friend of her mother’s.
Still, Aunt Yeon Woo was precious to Ji An.
She liked her more than her own mother—ever since that very first day she held Aunt Yeon Woo’s hand leaving daycare.
“You stared wide-eyed and clung tightly to Ha Jun’s hand. Leaving you behind each time made my heart ache.”
Whenever Ha Jun left daycare, Ji An was always the only child left behind.
Those memories of being alone were especially vivid.
The dim daycare courtyard. Her dad’s late return from work. Falling asleep next to the director’s desk.
That was Kim Ji An.
Then one day—
“You’re Ji An, right? From today on, you’ll leave with me—okay?”
“Really?”
It was pure joy. Absolute joy.
And it was even better because holding Aunt Yeon Woo’s hand meant going to apartment 108, unit 1703—Ha Jun’s home.
Playing with Ha Jun, eating meals Aunt Yeon Woo made, then drifting off to sleep before being carried home on her dad’s back—those days were the happiest of Ji An’s life.
She’d even told Ha Jun once that she wished her dad had a woodworking shop like Mr. Yoon Ho, since he never seemed too busy.
“Yoon Ha Jun. Be nicer to Mom. Don’t be so stiff with her.”
“Since when did you get to lecture me?”
“That first day I went to your house with her.”
Ha Jun smiled and asked,
“Why do you call her your mom?”
“Because I like her.”
When Ji An shot him a glare, Ha Jun just smiled again. If she liked her, how could he possibly say no?
Still glaring, she asked about her twin younger brothers.
“Are Ha On and Ha Min doing well?”
“They’re fine. They’re coming to Korea this vacation.”
“Really? They’re really coming?”
Her twin brothers, born the same year she entered elementary school, still liked Ji An more than they liked him.
“You like them that much?”
“Of course. You know how much I adored those twins. Right after school, I’d sprint straight to them without even looking back.”
Ji An suddenly thought of Aunt Yeon Woo—who felt more like a real mom—and her own mother, Eun Ji, who felt more like a stranger.
As her thoughts deepened, she shook her head sharply.
“I ordered pomegranate juice. Once it arrives, I should go see Mom.”
“Looks like you’ll hear again how you’re better than her son.”
Smirking, Ha Jun said gently to Ji An,
“Call home. They’ll be waiting.”
“…”
“Kim Ji An.”
“Fine. I’ll do it. Happy?”
What was there to wait for? Her mom would surely say something like, “Take good care of your sensitive older sister and follow her schedule closely.”
Why should I play handmaiden to the goddess Janice?
Hiding her true thoughts, Ji An asked,
“When will you be done? I’m hungry.”
“I’m finished.”
“What kind of case was it?”
“It’s confidential. Ethically… complicated.”
Ji An picked up his lawyer nameplate, blew on it, and wiped it with her sleeve.
Was it really worth it—being a lawyer, where overtime, weekends, and holidays were just expected?
She sat back down on the sofa, pulled her knees to her chest, and tilted her chin up to look at Ha Jun.
He was handsome—that’s why someone like Choi Da Som must’ve fallen for him.
He lifted his gaze from the monitor, rested his chin on his hand, and asked,
“Why are you staring like that? Got something to say?”
“No. Nothing.”
“Today… nothing unusual happened, right?”
Somehow understanding what Ha Jun meant, Ji An stammered out a reply.
“Oh? Right. Nothing unusual.”
That probably meant things had ended well enough. Ji An forcefully suppressed the anxiety rising inside her.
Monday, after the weekend. Geonkuk Law Firm.
The client-only elevator stopped on the 24th floor, and Da Som, wearing stilettos, headed toward the managing partner’s office.
How dare a mere attorney treat Choi Da Som like a joke?
Her eyes met the chief secretary at the reception desk, and she asked,
“Is the managing partner in?”
“If you don’t have a prior appointment—”
Da Som’s lips curled unpleasantly. She swung her clutch, knocking a potted plant off the desk onto the floor.
As soil scattered everywhere, the chief secretary’s voice rose sharply.
“Director! What on earth are you doing?”
“This is exactly how I feel right now. So go get Attorney Yoon Ha Jun up here.”
Hearing the commotion outside, the managing partner opened his office door, frowning.
“Show her in and call Attorney Yoon.”
“Yes, Managing Partner.”
After greeting the managing partner, Da Som placed several bills on the reception desk.
“I’ll definitely apologize properly later. Sorry.”
Ha Jun, who’d been in an external meeting regarding SH Chemical’s IPO listing, rushed into the firm’s lobby.
His hand, about to adjust his tie dimple, instead pressed against his lips. Seeing the photo and caption on the elevator ad panel, he sighed.
“Ugh!”
Geonkuk Law Firm employed over 600 attorneys, with more than 1,200 support staff on-site—truly a giant among law firms.
In this place, Yoon Ha Jun’s position wasn’t bad at all.
For the past three years, his name had never once been absent from the Top 10 list of attorneys with the highest case intake as lead counsel.
Known for his strong corporate client acquisition, striking looks, and genuine kindness, he was practically the textbook definition of a gentleman.
And yet, even someone like Yoon Ha Jun had been summoned over something like this.
Flustered, he dragged his large hand across his face.
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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