The Temperature Difference with Him (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
The 24th floor—the highest floor of Geonkuk Law Firm’s building, excluding the lounge.
As Ha Jun appeared at the end of the hallway, the chief secretary opened the door to the managing partner’s office.
Ha Jun stood with both hands neatly clasped together and bowed respectfully to Managing Partner Lee Geon Tae, then repeated the same gesture toward Da Som.
Managing Partner Lee gestured to the seat opposite Da Som.
“Come in, please. Have a seat over here.”
Da Som glanced at the managing partner and pointed at Ha Jun with an arrogant, self-satisfied nod.
Managing Partner Lee, masking his discomfort, called out to Ha Jun.
“Attorney Yoon. You have someone you’re getting married to? I’ve never heard of it.”
“…….”
Da Som asked again, her tone laced with displeasure.
“Answer me. Attorney Yoon.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Attorney Yoon, I flirted with you—yes, because you’re disgustingly handsome and well-mannered. But you shouldn’t have given me any hope from the start. And to go so far as making your girlfriend pretend to be pregnant just to show up in my place? I was utterly baffled. Got completely fooled.”
Da Som crossed her arms, twisted her lips sourly, and raised one eyebrow sharply—an expression suggesting she’d give him a chance to explain himself.
“Managing partner.”
Ha Jun cut his words short, his mind racing.
His girlfriend—an expectant mother? Kim Ji An, what on earth have you done?
“Hmph.”
He let out a short sigh, recalling the cushion Ji An had carried with her.
Could it really be…? And yet, he knew it absolutely must be. Otherwise, nothing made sense.
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.
Now that he grasped the situation, it was time to contain the damage.
Ha Jun turned to the managing partner and spoke.
“I have a long-term girlfriend.”
It wasn’t exactly accurate—but it also wasn’t wrong. To Ha Jun, Ji An was precisely that kind of person.
Da Som’s voice rose sharply at his ambiguous answer.
“Hey! Attorney Yoon. I’m not satisfied just hearing your girlfriend apologize—I want an apology from you, too.”
Her words dripped with arrogance, her resolve clear: she would not leave without his apology.
She wanted to see the proud Yoon Ha Jun bow his head.
He’d ignored her calls, kept postponing their meetings, and ultimately even sent his girlfriend in his place—as if to insult her outright.
She wanted to watch his downfall, rendering all her past fawning meaningless.
Managing Partner Lee, who had been silently observing, finally stepped in on Ha Jun’s behalf.
He knew Da Som was as reckless as rumors claimed, and it was likely Ha Jun had simply tried to reject her within reasonable limits.
Besides, he couldn’t ignore the revenue Ha Jun brought into the firm.
“Attorney Yoon is naturally kind-hearted—that’s why he’s often misunderstood. Let’s just wrap this up here.”
“Managing Director Choi.”
Ha Jun’s voice, calling out to her, was cold and professional.
With even the managing partner intervening, he intended to end this matter with measured words.
“I had already declined that appointment. You simply refused to accept my refusal.”
Ha Jun reminded the managing partner of the scheduled meeting regarding SH Chemical’s external listing.
“It was on a Saturday.”
“Oh! If it was Saturday, Attorney Yoon couldn’t possibly have made it. Managing Director Choi, you went too far.”
“Managing partner!”
“Let’s settle it as usual—Mr. Kim Jin Ryong will handle Managing Director Choi’s personal matters from now on.”
Ha Jun’s lips twisted slightly to one side.
He’d clearly rejected all unnecessary attention and kindness from the start. Yet now, that very rejection was strangling him by the throat.
His voice was as sharp and decisive as a gleaming blade.
“Lawyers are always courteous to their clients—even when it’s ethically questionable. Please don’t misunderstand me again.”
Ha Jun straightened his posture, lowered his hands to his sides, and bowed his head.
“If I’ve upset you, I apologize.”
A flicker of humiliation passed through Ha Jun’s eyes.
The managing partner then mentioned the chairman of Samjin Construction and spoke again.
“If you’re still unhappy, I’ll meet the chairman myself and explain directly.”
“Why involve the chairman over something like this? If you insist, then perhaps it’s best I step down now. It’s better to keep things amicable.”
Only then did Da Som finally back down—fearing her grandfather, who’d surely scold her for treating his lawyer like a personal errand boy.
Once she disappeared through the door, the managing partner muttered under his breath.
“She sure loves throwing birthday parties. Even while someone’s just died. Shameless, really.”
“…….”
“Have a seat.”
The managing partner pointed to the sofa again.
“Attorney Yoon, straighten your shoulders. A managing partner has no business meddling in a lawyer’s private life.”
“There was some overreach, I admit.”
“I get it. I understand. Ah—and one more thing.”
He waited for Ha Jun to sit before handing him a tablet. The screen displayed a news article about a murder case.
“You’re aware of last weekend’s incident in Gangwon Province—the one involving Jung Won Do, vice president of Dae Sung Electronics?”
“If it’s Dae Sung Electronics, it should be another team’s case.”
“It’s such a complicated matter that your team will be taking it on.”
“Managing partner.”
Ha Jun bit back a curse, but the managing partner, smirking slyly, continued.
“Go to the scene and reconstruct the case from scratch. It’ll take a few days. Depart tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
When Ha Jun first joined Geonkuk Law Firm as an intern, he’d harbored grand ideals about changing the world.
But over just a few years, he’d grown numb to hiding uncomfortable truths and chasing profits.
He’d become indifferent and cynical toward harsh realities.
Back in his office on the 12th floor, Ha Jun’s gaze landed on the pink cushion on the sofa.
‘Did I really believe she’d stop me if I just sprinkled some water on it?’
A throbbing headache surged, and he pressed his thumb and middle finger firmly against his temples.
Even closing his eyes and taking slow, deep breaths couldn’t calm the rising fury within him.
Jeju International Airport.
The large display board continuously updated flight arrival and departure times, and the automatic doors at the arrivals gate slid open.
Tae Yoon spotted Dan Woo—hoodie zipped up and beanie pulled low—and raised a hand lazily.
“Over here, boss.”
“I told you, I’m taking a taxi.”
“It’s my job to pick up my boss. How was the meeting with the partner company?”
“You underestimated Ace Corp way too much. Do you even know who Chairman Michael is?”
Dan Woo’s words carried deep meaning, yet his steps toward the gate remained light.
Tae Yoon pressed his smart key, and the black SUV flashed its lights.
He climbed into the driver’s seat, opened the trunk, waited for Dan Woo to get in the passenger seat, then pulled away.
“It’s a standalone house I’d been using for month-long stays. It just happened to go on the market as a quick sale, so I bought it—better than a hotel, and more convenient for work. I’ve been getting tons of calls from distributors, construction firms, and local government contacts.”
As the car accelerated onto the coastal road, Dan Woo’s eyes fixed on the scenery outside.
The landscape had changed since ten years ago.
Irreversible events and lost time weighed heavily on his heart.
Tae Yoon flicked on the right-turn signal, turned the wheel, and asked,
“They’ll find out soon enough at Haesong, won’t they?”
“You’re now the Korean representative for Play Round Korea. They won’t greet you warmly—but they won’t dare touch you either. They’ll be curious what a lowlife like you plans to do.”
Woo Dan Woo had just been appointed as the Korean head of Play Round—a new urban complex shopping mall soon to open in Jamsil.
Nostalgia welled up in Tae Yoon as he recalled the past.
“It feels like just yesterday we went to Chairman Michael seeking investment for Eagles Game. Never imagined things would turn out like this. Remember that guy who didn’t believe us and even ran a background check on you?”
“Running a background check meant he was seriously considering investing.”
Woo Dan Woo needed precisely that kind of backing—being named the Korean representative for Play Round, a global retailer under Ace Corp.
He didn’t believe Michael’s claim that he simply liked “interesting people.”
Even if Michael’s real goal was The Eagles—with its 100 million users—it didn’t matter.
The road grew quieter, and after passing a few detached houses, Tae Yoon pulled over.
They’d arrived in front of a house framed by fitted natural stone walls, a gray roof, white walls, and black window frames.
Designed in the style of a traditional Jeju home, its expansive windows captured the surrounding scenery, holding the eye captive.
Dan Woo opened the wooden gate, stepped into the yard, and was the first to set foot on the stepping stone.
“What’s that over there?”
His finger pointed to a small structure beyond the low wall.
“The annex. Seems to be operating as a café.”
“You take that.”
Tae Yoon bared his teeth and growled menacingly.
“There are two rooms in the main house—yet you still insist on kicking me out?”
“Call you a cheeky little rat. That’s exactly what you are.”
“Good thing I knew that already.”
Dan Woo turned toward Tae Yoon. His face, which had just been smiling warmly with clear, bright eyes, instantly turned icy cold.
“Switching expressions in an instant—that’s a real talent. Why don’t you teach me how?”
“Just answer me.”
Tae Yoon gave a sharp nod.
“Am I crazy? You expect me to run your errands 24/7? I’ve got a personal life too, you know.”
Dan Woo ruffled Tae Yoon’s hair and gestured toward the door lock—a clear signal to hurry up and enter the code.
Tae Yoon shoved Dan Woo aside and punched in four digits. The front door beeped open.
“You changed the code?”
“Uh? Yeah. Gotta replace the keypad too. Lots of little things need fixing around here.”
Tae Yoon quickly fabricated an excuse, then headed toward the kitchen, breathing quietly. That sneaky bastard.
“Let me take a look.”
Dan Woo sank deep into the sofa, taking in the view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The low basalt wall and the ash-gray sky—both shades of gray, alike yet distinct.
Goosebumps prickled along his forearms. Damp, gloomy memories followed him everywhere he went.
Tae Yoon, who’d headed to the kitchen, returned and offered a clear glass.
“Drink up. One glass won’t hurt, right?”
“Sure.”
Dan Woo’s lips curved faintly as he accepted the whiskey.
On the day he’d been chased out to America, he never expected to return to Korea.
Back then, Woo Dan Woo had been terrified—just a harmless kid.
A moment later, Tae Yoon handed him a file.
[Blue Nursing Home.]Flipping past the cover revealed a photo of a large nursing home by the seaside.
Dan Woo’s eyes wavered as he turned the pages. Seeing the attached photos stirred a sudden, overwhelming wave of longing.
“Mother!”
“It’s a VIP room. Patient identity and name are unknown. The listed guardian isn’t Chairman Woo Su Ho—but Woo Seon Ho. That’s why I got suspicious. It took over a month just to get a photo of your mother. And here’s the kicker—she’s registered as a board member.”
A hollow, bitter laugh escaped Dan Woo’s lips.
“A locked ward. Ha!”
“It’s a hospital Haesong Group opened when they launched their bio division. Pretty big operation.”
“How’s Mother’s health?”
“Couldn’t get close enough to find out. She looks alright, though. And look at the other photo.”
Dan Woo’s gaze shifted to another picture, and Tae Yoon continued.
“Haesong Bio research lab. Doesn’t the lab next to the hospital seem a bit… off? The next file is Lee Soo Jung’s background.”
“From lobbyist to director of Haesong Bio’s research institute?”
“Hard to swallow, isn’t it?”
“It also means people can switch masters for the right price.”
Ten years ago, on the night their house burned down unexpectedly, Dan Woo’s and his mother’s fates diverged.
The computer engineering student son was exiled to America, while his mother was imprisoned in life.
Woo Dan Woo had returned to Korea, having achieved his dream—but his revenge was only just beginning.
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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