“So, you’re giving the house to Seo Yoon as an excuse?”
“Try to use only one name, if possible. What if you make a mistake in front of Ji An?”
“Then Tae Kang Hyun will probably try to kill me. Got it, I’ll be careful.”
Yeonju’s neatly arranged hair gently swayed as she nodded.
Her cheeks, which had hollowed from sipping the Americano, puffed out as she bit into a chubby macaron.
Seokwon, leaning back in his chair, watched Yeonju as she skillfully indulged in the cake.
“Was the meal not enough?”
“Haven’t you heard? There’s a separate stomach for dessert. And can we drop the formalities? How many years have you been speaking formally?”
“I find it comfortable this way.”
“Don’t be like that. Call me ‘noona’ once. Kang Hyun occasionally calls you ‘hyung.'”
Seokwon’s head tilted askew as he listened to Yeonju’s playful words.
“I call him ‘hyung’ because he is my brother.”
“Well, I’m your noona, too.”
“I am giving this house to Ms. Seo Ji An.”
“I knew before I lost my memory.”
“What did you know?”
“That I was adopted. So, you don’t need to worry about me anymore. This is enough compensation.”
Approaching Kang Hyun closely, Ji An spoke with a firm expression.
“Also, Director. It’s not accurate to say you did nothing. You held my hand, and our lips, our lips touched.”
Kang Hyun, whose mind had been complicated since Ji An’s direct question about whether he liked her, frowned.
“What do you expect me to do?”
His tone became unintentionally threatening due to the frustration of being stuck in a situation where he could neither advance nor retreat.
He was still unable to clear his mind.
Slowly raising his hand to his face, Kang Hyun reflected.
“I just… don’t expect you to do anything.”
Unintimidated by his tone, Ji An blushed and moved her lips.
“Our relationship is a bit complicated, but in fact, we have already done what needed to be done. So I think there’s no need for you to try not to like me.”
Ji An wanted to get closer to Kang Hyun, feeling that he didn’t see her just as a substitute for Han Seo Yoon.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon] [Star Icon]After dining at a nice restaurant, Yeonju sat in a hotel lounge cafe, swirling the ice in her Americano with a straw.
Seokwon, sitting opposite her, pushed macarons and cake towards her.
It was the first meeting of the three dates Yeonju had proposed.
After the pre-event and workshop, Yeonju had carefully chosen the day.
She waited for the moment when her appearance would be at its peak after consistent skin care and grooming, and that day was today.
A significant amount of time had passed since she first confessed to Seokwon.
There’s no tree that won’t fall after ten strikes.
But even a man more stubborn than a log wouldn’t budge no matter how much she tried.
Still, having secured three last chances, she planned to go all out without holding back.
“So, you’re giving the house to Seo Yoon as an excuse?”
“Try to use only one name, if possible. What if you make a mistake in front of Ji An?”
“Then Tae Kang Hyun will probably try to kill me. Got it, I’ll be careful.”
Yeonju’s neatly arranged hair gently swayed as she nodded.
Her cheeks, which had hollowed from sipping the Americano, puffed out as she bit into a chubby macaron.
Seokwon, leaning back in his chair, watched Yeonju as she skillfully indulged in the cake.
“Was the meal not enough?”
“Haven’t you heard? There’s a separate stomach for dessert. And can we drop the formalities? How many years have you been speaking formally?”
“I find it comfortable this way.”
“Don’t be like that. Call me ‘noona’ once. Kang Hyun occasionally calls you ‘hyung.'”
Seokwon’s head tilted askew as he listened to Yeonju’s playful words.
“I call him ‘hyung’ because he is my brother.”
“Well, I’m your noona, too.”
Hugging a plush cushion and sitting at her desk, Ji An opened her laptop and launched a web portal.
In the elongated search bar, she entered “dissociative amnesia” and read through several related articles, scanning for treatment methods.
She had heard about the treatments before from a doctor.
Using medication or undergoing hypnotherapy to recall the past and continuously revisiting memories, but she was told these restored memories might not always be accurate.
“Let’s start with the SNS ID.”
Ji An accessed a popular social networking site, retrieving her username and password.
This was one of the methods recommended by Ha Joon, often checked during police investigations.
Nowadays, SNS is said to be the best representation of a person’s identity.
She wasn’t registered on the first site, but upon entering the second one, she found three accounts listed.
“Not here… Oh!”
Ji An clapped her hands in satisfaction upon finding an account filled with numerous private posts.
She praised Ha Joon, acknowledging he was indeed more than just a nominal detective, and quickly scrolled through the posts.
Most photos were of her alone, featuring pretty clothes, bags, and shoes, all expensive luxury items she had never seen in her wardrobe.
Slowly scrolling through, the Ji An in the photos felt excessively unfamiliar.
No matter how intently she stared at the laptop, no memories surfaced.
It seemed like a good idea to look for a suitable clinic.
While exploring sites she had never used before, Ji An hastily moved her mouse upon discovering the only remaining message record.
[Hey Hyeona, it’s Ji An.] [Yeah, long time no see.] [Saw your picture, congratulations on your pregnancy. Can you share your contact number?]It was a common greeting between friends. The word ‘pregnancy’ wouldn’t have caught her eye if not for the influence of the diary.
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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