When I Reach You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
S Café, the most secluded seat.
Eun Jae, her long straight hair cascading down to her shoulder blades, wore a black cap pulled low over her head and vigilantly scanned her surroundings, shoulders hunched.
After Eun Jae’s explanation, a heavy silence lingered between them for a long while.
Aside from the rhythmic “tap-tap-tap” of the smart key wedged between his slender fingers—more refined than most women’s—against the table, no words passed between them.
His other hand supported his chin, as if deep in thought.
What kind of doctor is *that* ridiculously handsome?
It felt utterly unreal.
Back then, she’d been too overwhelmed to properly observe his appearance—but now, it swiftly seeped into Eun Jae’s gleaming, curious eyes.
Though she tried to look away, her gaze kept being irresistibly drawn back to him.
His bangs nearly brushed his eyelids; beside them, his smooth forehead and straight nose ridge formed a profile as finely sculpted as a statue.
Flawless, porcelain-white skin—and lips plump and vivid, like biting into a juicy pomegranate.
Utterly unnecessary, yet he kept drawing attention like mad.
Lost in her brief admiration, Eun Jae jolted upright, stiffening as if caught in the act, when the smart key abruptly clinked to a stop against the table.
She hastily concealed her startled reaction, grasped the straw of the iced coffee before her, and took a long sip.
Perhaps sensing her unwavering stare, he slowly parted his tightly sealed lips.
“Your phone was disconnected because you couldn’t pay the bill?”
“Yes.”
Did I really have to call? She felt like a rabbit crawling voluntarily into a tiger’s den.
Each time he asked a question, her shoulders involuntarily hunched further, as if she’d committed a crime.
It happened due to unavoidable circumstances—it wasn’t even my fault—and yet I honestly told him everything!
Seon Woo observed her seated across from him with a cold, seemingly deepening suspicion, while she wore a slightly aggrieved expression.
“So you couldn’t contact me—didn’t contact me—because of that.”
“Yes.”
At her terse reply, his previously straight eyebrows twitched sharply. A faint, disbelieving sneer crossed his face.
“You expect me to believe that? Right at *that* exact moment—how perfectly convenient.”
Exactly. Of all times, *that* precise moment.
She truly hadn’t known. She’d assumed calls would just be temporarily unreachable—not that the line would be fully disconnected.
Since she had considerable experience evading people, the loan sharks had already been chasing the elusive, constantly relocating Eun Jae for several weeks.
They’d nearly cornered her—only to lose her at the last second, over and over. Their frustration had long since boiled over. Lately, every time she ventured out, she kept encountering them, so she’d begun avoiding going outside altogether.
Thus, she hadn’t wanted—and saw no need—to give such a detailed explanation to this man she’d met for the first time, or rather, just now for the second time, about why she’d failed to pay her bill.
Come to think of it, she shouldn’t even be sitting here in a café idly sipping coffee right now.
Recalling her situation, Eun Jae quickly glanced around, pulled her cap even lower, lowered both her posture and voice.
“If you don’t believe me, verify it yourself. I’ll help you confirm it.”
Should he trust those innocent, guileless eyes gazing earnestly back at him—or not?
Confused, Seon Woo exhaled slowly into the air and wordlessly lifted his teacup.
“I truly appreciated your help back then—and I sincerely want to repay that kindness, one way or another. If I’d intended to run from the start, I wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to contact you. As you said yourself, I could’ve just disappeared.”
There it was again—being called “Teacher.”
Annoyed, Seon Woo clicked his tongue dismissively.
One week ago.
His heart had raced madly at the sound of this woman’s voice over the phone—though he couldn’t pinpoint why.
Unlike Seon Woo, who had been ready to rush over immediately, she made him wait another full week—leaving him agonized.
She’d suddenly appeared, touched my body without permission, handed over a fake number, vanished—and now, even after finally meeting face-to-face, the only excuse she’d offered was laughably trivial compared to what I’d endured over those two weeks. It was so absurd it made his pounding heart flare up in frustration.
“If you’d run, would I just stay put?”
“I’m quite skilled at hide-and-seek.”
“And I happen to have a talent for being ‘it.’”
As Seon Woo sipped his tea and sharply glanced up at Eun Jae’s reply, she quietly lowered her gaze back to her own coffee.
“I risked my life to save you too.”
*Risked your life?* …Well, it *was* a tense situation, admittedly.
“I know… That’s why I said I’d repay you.”
“If you’d run, I probably would’ve found you before those loan sharks did.”
Ah.
A short sigh echoed in Eun Jae’s mind.
Only now did she realize: *I’ve really messed up. This man isn’t less dangerous than those loan sharks—he’s likely worse. I dodged one trap only to get caught in a much bigger net. It’s already too late.*
Her voice trembled faintly as she continued.
“That’s… why I contacted you.”
“It still took you a whole week to make that contact.”
Watching the man’s cynical expression, Eun Jae awkwardly scratched the back of her neck.
“I was a bit busy.”
“Wow.”
After that deadpan reaction, Seon Woo stared intently at her for a moment, then crossed his arms on the table—leaning his upper body sharply toward Eun Jae as he asked:
“Fine. But seriously—did you actually take out a loan? How much? Misusing that stuff can ruin your life.”
Make up your mind—accusing me or worrying about me? Just pick one.
Listening to his rapid-fire questions, that was Eun Jae’s fleeting thought.
“It wasn’t me who borrowed it—”
“Your father? Mother? Or siblings?”
I said I’d repay your kindness—not that I’d submit to an interrogation.
“No siblings. It was my father.”
Strangely, she found herself answering his questions obediently, almost automatically—and thought it rather ridiculous.
“My mother is hospitalized there. I’d gone to settle the medical bills when things turned out that way.”
She even added details she didn’t strictly need to provide.
“How much is that debt exactly?”
“I’m not entirely sure…”
She’d never seen the official documents stating the precise amount.
A month ago, loan sharks had suddenly stormed her home, turning it upside down.
They claimed her father had borrowed money from them for gambling and vanished—and demanded she and her family repay it.
“All I know is he supposedly borrowed fifty million won around twenty years ago.”
He released his crossed arms, picked up the teacup again, and leaned back lazily in his chair, murmuring softly to himself:
“It’s probably climbed into the hundreds of millions by now.”
At the man’s words, Eun Jae took a long gulp of her coffee and replied flatly:
“They mentioned… two hundred million?”
She’d never seen or touched such an enormous sum—it felt so unreal, hence her indifference.
“Two hundred million? Those bastards are outright highway robbers.”
His fingers, now resting back on the table, began moving as if playing piano keys.
“So, what now?”
“What do you mean?”
But seriously—why’s he been using informal speech the whole time?
He doesn’t even look that much older than me.
“I mean—how can we maintain stable, consistent contact going forward?”
His gaze drifted downward until, with a slight jerk of his chin, he indicated the phone in her hand.
“Do we need to revive that thing?”
“I suppose so?”
Before Eun Jae even finished speaking, he swiftly gathered the scattered items on the table into his hands.
Standing tall, he looked down at her and turned toward the exit.
“Then get up. Let’s go revive it.”
[W Hotel Lounge.]Had she ever been this high up in her life?
It felt impossible to believe she was actually sitting here, inside a building seemingly touching the edge of the sky.
And to top it off—a restaurant this elegant.
But even more unbelievable was what she now held in her hands: a brand-new smartphone.
Although she’d paid the overdue bill, her phone had already been disconnected. Ultimately, she’d needed a new number.
While waiting for the system update, Seon Woo had looked down at Eun Jae’s cherished old phone. Its screen bore ancient cracks. He took it from her and said:
“Let’s buy you a new phone.”
“What? No.”
“Was that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”
“It’s a ‘no.’”
“You’re afraid I’ll think you missed my call because your phone was broken? That fear’s real now, huh.”
Not only did he buy her a new phone—but now, here they were, alone together in an obviously expensive hotel for dinner.
Eun Jae stared at him, seated opposite her, slicing neatly into a perfectly grilled sirloin steak with his knife. Even his most ordinary movements looked graceful and refined.
Could this person… possibly be falling for me?
Well, I *do* have some looks, after all…
“Don’t misunderstand. Dining here is just part of my routine.”
Reading her thoughts, he instantly cut off her idle speculation, as if to say: *Don’t read too much into it.*
Right—why *would* someone that impressive fall for me?
Then what on earth does he want from me? Anyone would think *he’s* the one repaying *me*.
Watching him cut the steak into bite-sized pieces and bring them to his mouth, Eun Jae turned her head and swept her gaze across the restaurant.
Floor-to-ceiling glass surrounded the space, offering glittering night views from any angle.
Yet Eun Jae found herself far more captivated by the softly glowing buildings and cityscape outside than by the lavish dishes before her.
Seon Woo’s eyes fell upon her—chin resting in her hand, gazing blankly out the window.
He’d never seen anyone come to *this* place just to stare outside—so unexpectedly amused by Eun Jae, he let out an involuntary chuckle.
Huh? Why’s he laughing? Is he insane?
Seon Woo quickly masked his upturned lips with a faked gesture of wiping them.
He snapped his fingers sharply to rouse the daydreaming Eun Jae.
“Ji Eun Jae. Save the sightseeing for later—eat first, or it’ll get cold and lose its flavor.”
“Yes.”
After neatly slicing his steak, he casually asked her:
“Where are you staying right now?”
“Oh, just… here and there…”
She didn’t know why, but clearly this man had quite a few questions for her.
“What are you good at?”
“Me?”
She fell momentarily silent, nodding as he sipped his non-alcoholic sparkling champagne, bubbles fizzing gently.
Good at? She’d never really thought about it.
Though a quick learner who picked up skills rapidly, she’d never considered herself exceptionally talented at anything in particular.
“Cleaning? Laundry? Washing dishes? I mean…”
She didn’t know why those words slipped out—but lately, that’s all she’d been doing, and right now, she had nothing else to boast about. That must’ve been why.
“So I should interpret that as ‘skilled in general housework,’ then?”
His lips curved upward again as he sipped more champagne—and for some reason, Eun Jae felt her throat go dry.
She wasn’t clear on his standards—or what even counted as “being good” in his eyes.
Right—like I’d ever have a chance to clean, do laundry, or wash dishes in front of *you*.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“You *did* say you wanted to repay me.”
Ah, right—I came here to repay a kindness? What am I, a magpie?
She placed a perfectly sized piece of steak into her mouth and replied:
“You’re not seriously planning to hire me as a housekeeper or something, are you? I’m not that professionally trained.”
“That’d be too trivial to settle a life debt.”
Smiling faintly, he opened the wallet he’d set beside the table. Soon, a slip of paper slid across to Eun Jae.
“I need to verify something. Be here by 9 a.m. tomorrow.”
It was a yellow slip bearing an unfamiliar address.
Eun Jae silently mouthed the address, then looked back at Seon Woo.
“Where is this?”
“My home.”
“What? Why would I need to go to your house?”
“That ‘Teacher’ title of yours seriously grates on me.”
Frowning deeply, he muttered irritably:
“Do I really have to hear you call me ‘Teacher’ even outside? Frankly, I’ve never even *been* your teacher.”
“No, but why get angry over that?”
“I’m not angry. That’s just my natural tone.”
Great. If you know it, maybe consider fixing it.
Eun Jae swallowed the retort she couldn’t voice aloud and shot him a sideways glare.
“Anyway—why exactly do I need to go?”
“I already said: I need to verify something.”
His mixed use of formal and informal speech made his true intentions impossible to decipher.
He was like a plump, fluffy chick—cute on the surface, but possibly plotting to gobble you up.
Is he a good person—or a bad one?
What does he want from me? Or… does he even want anything at all?
“Just tell me plainly what you want right now.”
“We’ll discuss that tomorrow, after I’ve verified things.”
She wanted to say something—anything—but her words stuck, leaving her mouth hanging open. He tilted his champagne glass and gave a thin, amused smile.
“I’m curious too.”
Lifting one corner of his lips, he drained the remaining champagne in his glass.
“What exactly *can* you offer me?”
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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