Wishing for Salvation (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
Beep, beep—the steady beeping of a monitor rang in her ears.
Her unresponsive fingers felt heavy, weighed down by a strange foreign sensation, and her wrist, numb as if paralyzed, occasionally throbbed with a dull ache.
She forced open her eyelids, heavy as though crushed by bricks, and her unfocused vision wobbled chaotically.
Just then, the nurse changing the IV bag widened her eyes like a startled rabbit.
“Oh my! Patient! Are you awake?”
The nurse immediately pressed a button, and a doctor entered, waving a penlight before her pupils.
“…Ms. Yoon… do you know… where you are?”
The doctor’s words barely reached her ears. She struggled to respond, yet she had so many questions of her own.
It was strange—her mind felt utterly empty, as if her brain had vanished.
Truly, there was nothing left inside.
“…Do you know who you are?”
At the repeated question, Seo Yoon barely parted her parched lips and mumbled,
“What… did you say my name is?”
A raspy, metallic sound scraped from her cracked throat. Even her voice felt foreign.
The doctor, who had clearly spoken her name correctly just moments ago, now swallowed the name and fell silent upon hearing such a foolish question.
With a subtly uneasy expression, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, leaned forward, and moved closer.
“Patient, what’s your name?”
Hey, that’s what I just asked you.
“Do you remember your age?”
Wincing from a throbbing headache, Seo Yoon shook her head.
“Why did the accident happen?”
Ah—so that’s why she was in the hospital: an accident.
What kind of accident could’ve left her so disoriented?
Did she fall from a great height?
“Who were you with in the accident?”
When she again shook her head, the doctor stepped back a few paces.
“Put her back to rest for now.”
Turning fully away from Seo Yoon, the doctor gave instructions to the nurse standing blankly nearby, pulled out his phone, and immediately left the room.
When Seo Yoon opened her eyes a second time, she had already completely forgotten that brief exchange.
And her name was no longer Han Seo Yoon.
The tragedy of the Seo Won Group—the brutal saga of the Seo Won family.
That’s exactly how everyone gossiped about it.
It wasn’t wrong—the accident that day truly was a horrific tragedy.
Just before dawn, in pitch darkness, a sedan suddenly appeared, speeding recklessly, struck a couple arguing on the crosswalk, and vanished.
Seo Yoon, who’d spotted the car first and pushed Kang Hyun out of the way, was transferred to the hospital but died in the ICU, while Kang Hyun, though not hit head-on, suffered severe injuries.
Tae Kang Hyun, the only son of Seo Won Group Chairman Tae Seok Joong, remained unconscious for ten days, and Chairman Tae Seok Joong—famous for doting on his son as if his life depended on it—collapsed from shock and hovered between life and death.
With no clear successor in place, Seo Won’s stock price plummeted to unprecedented daily lower limits.
“How is Executive Director Tae Kang Hyun doing?”
“Has Chairman Tae Seok Joong regained consciousness? Is his life still in danger?”
Ever since news of the accident spread, the entrance of Seo Won Medical Center became swarmed by reporters rushing in like a pack of hounds chasing a story.
A man wearing a transparent ID badge stretched his arm and thrust a heavy microphone toward Tae Seok Gyu’s mouth.
“Who was the woman with Executive Director Tae Kang Hyun at the time of the accident? Rumors say she was his secret lover—is that true?”
“The police still haven’t caught the perpetrator. What’s your opinion on this?”
“President Tae Seok Gyu, please say a word!”
Why on earth were they shouting like it was good news?
Seok Gyu, who’d shown no grief—only a blank expression—after sending first his nephew then his brother to the hospital, now grimaced.
Surrounded by bodyguards, he forced his way through the entrance and silently memorized the affiliations of the few reporters who’d charged toward him most aggressively.
He planned to cancel their company’s advertisements immediately upon returning to the office.
“Kang Hyun is…”
“He’s at the funeral parlor.”
“His father’s fighting for his life because of me, yet he still hasn’t come to his senses.”
“They spent a long time together. It won’t be easy for him to recover emotionally.”
Tsk—President Tae Seok Gyu clicked his tongue, not even bothering to hide the smile on his lips.
Chairman Tae Seok Joong, his older brother, had urged Seo Yoon to break up with Kang Hyun.
And the stubborn result—clinging on despite every humiliation—was ultimately separation by death.
He considered it a rather satisfactory ending.
The living would simply go on living; time would heal everything.
Especially for him—this was the perfect opportunity to swallow the entire group whole.
His nephew Tae Kang Hyun had always shown little emotion since childhood—never laughing, never crying, just numbly indifferent.
Some attributed his extreme emotional detachment and poor moral compass to psychopathic tendencies; others blamed his upbringing and emotional issues; still others suspected an undiagnosed neurological condition.
After consulting experts across various fields, Chairman Tae arranged a gift for his only son: a lovely younger sister.
Though not formally adopted, she was brought from an orphanage under the guise of sponsorship and placed beside Kang Hyun.
He hoped his son would learn human emotions.
No one could have guessed that what he’d learn would be love.
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The funeral parlor was quiet and cool. The expensive private room had no visitors—which made it look desolate.
Kang Hyun sat hugging Seo Yoon’s smiling portrait—taken when her health was already failing—yet his face showed no expression.
He didn’t look especially sorrowful, but his eyes were reddened from exhaustion, bloodshot from sleepless nights.
Aside from the time he’d lost his sense of self, he couldn’t recall ever crying.
Was it because he couldn’t cry—or because it didn’t feel real?
“Seo Yoon.”
If you had time to push me away, you should’ve dodged yourself.
“Why.”
No one stood beside Seo Yoon. He had made sure of that.
Under the pretense of sponsorship, he’d isolated her completely—making himself the only person in her world.
“Why.”
Some called Seo Yoon “Tae Kang Hyun’s comfort doll.”
And at the moment he proposed their breakup, Seo Yoon herself had reduced her own worth to exactly that.
“You killed her.”
As soon as Yeon Ju heard that Kang Hyun had awakened and that Seo Yoon’s belated funeral was underway, she rushed in, sobbing hysterically.
“You killed her! Tae Kang Hyun, you’re the one who killed her!”
“Ms. Yeon Ju, please calm down.”
Do Seok Won, who followed close behind, stopped Yeon Ju from shaking Kang Hyun.
“He told you to call off the wedding! How many times do I have to say it, you lunatic? Let go—put the photo down! Do you even deserve to hold it?”
“Stop it. Ms. Seo Yoon… might hear you.”
“Huh… huuuh… Seo Yoooon…”
Yeon Ju, who had been frantically trying to snatch the portrait from Kang Hyun’s arms, collapsed right there and wept bitterly.
“She was afraid.”
“What?”
“She said she was scared no one would cry for her when she died—because she knew better than anyone what kind of monster she was.”
Yeon Ju’s wailing grew louder, echoing through the vast room.
By the time the funeral ended, only two mourners had come—besides Kang Hyun, the chief mourner.
Being born into a wealthy family meant following a predetermined path—it had always seemed natural.
She never valued marriage deeply, and having lived among such people, she viewed love and marriage as entirely separate matters.
“You’ll be with me for life anyway,” he’d thought—unable to understand why Seo Yoon was so hurt and pained.
The tragedy born from that tiny fracture now slammed into him with such devastating clarity it would haunt him until death.
Four years later.
The middle-aged woman flung open the door and shook her daughter, who lay fast asleep in bed.
“Ji An, wake up and eat breakfast.”
“Hmm… Mom, just ten more minutes…”
“No! Don’t skip breakfast because you’re late—get up quickly.”
Jeong Hye, smiling warmly, gently patted her daughter’s buttocks—still as childlike as ever.
Her only child, who’d vanished without a trace and returned from the brink of death, filled her heart with nothing but tenderness.
She was grateful to God just for the sound of her breathing nearby.
“Where’s Ji An?”
“She barely opened her eyes, that’s all.”
“Seo Ji An! If you don’t come out fast, Dad’s eating all the seaweed soup!”
Do Cheol, calling from outside the door Jeong Hye had left open, arrived holding the entire bowl, releasing its savory aroma.
Ji An finally sat up with a soft laugh and headed to the table with Do Cheol.
“Good morning—I’ll eat well.”
Jeong Hye, placing steaming rice and soup before her, didn’t forget to top the white rice with braised beef.
Do Cheol, not to be outdone, added a generous serving of sweetly stir-fried bulgogi.
“Eat plenty, our dear daughter.”
“Yes!”
Loved deeply, Ji An formed a heart with her fingers and flashed her usual adorable pout.
The affectionate couple exchanged brief, beaming glances.
At last, they could breathe easy.
Although the major accident had left her with amnesia, they’d never been happier.
Their daughter—who’d grown up under her grandparents’ care due to unavoidable family circumstances and had turned completely rebellious—was now even more lovable than before.
They even entertained the selfish thought that it might be alright if Ji An never regained her memories.
Having finished getting ready for work, Ji An adjusted her outfit before the full-length mirror.
The person in the mirror—Seo Ji An—still felt unfamiliar.
Both when she’d first awakened in the hospital and now.
Thousands of puzzle pieces—empty, unmatchable blanks—crowded her mind.
Seven months in the hospital, another year in rehabilitation.
Receiving her parents’ devoted love and sharing daily life with good friends, she still sometimes felt an emptiness—as if a hole had opened right in the center of her chest.
She must have forgotten and lost something.
Whenever she asked about memories from before the accident, everyone responded skeptically.
They’d say, “Just live well from now on,” and unanimously refused to dwell on the past.
“Ji An! Hurry, hurry!”
As soon as she entered the café where she worked part-time, her friend Seon Kyung wildly waved her arms.
Seon Kyung had bombarded her with calls and messages since morning, insisting she had something urgent to say—forcing Ji An to leave home twenty minutes early.
Clearly, her friend wasn’t just impatient—she was frantic.
“I thought the place was on fire.”
“Just sit down first.”
Seon Kyung worked at the VIP lounge of Seo Won Department Store, just a short distance away.
Spending all day among the wealthy, she often chattered about the gossip she overheard—akin to financial tabloids.
Ji An assumed it must be something of that sort again.
“You said you needed money, right? I found you the perfect job!”
“If it’s not good, I’ll end you—after making me come in twenty minutes early.”
Despite the grumpy tone, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
“Remember that lady we met here last time? The VIP customer I said was super kind? She said you made a great impression and offered to refer you for a job!”
“A lady?” Ji An paused, puzzled for a moment, then nodded.
She recalled the short-haired woman who’d cheerfully greeted Seon Kyung during lunch.
She’d kept glancing Ji An’s way so persistently that it left a strong impression.
“What kind of job? What’s the pay like?”
Money came first.
Their already tight household had emptied their savings on medical bills, forcing her parents to close the restaurant they’d run together.
To cover their strained living expenses and bank interest, Jeong Hye now helped at an acquaintance’s side-dish shop, while Do Cheol worked grueling days and nights at construction sites.
Though they never showed it, they were clearly overwhelmed.
Ji An desperately wanted to get a job—to take out loans or do anything to help—but before the accident, she’d only worked briefly as a contract secretary, and the long gap since made job hunting tough.
She’d graduated from a vocational college’s secretarial program yet held no certifications. She couldn’t even recall what she’d actually done with her life.
“Personal secretary to Executive Director Tae Kang Hyun of Seo Won Construction.”
“Tae Kang Hyun?”
Tae Kang Hyun… Tae Kang Hyun… Ji An murmured the name aloud.
“Yeah, have you heard of him? He used to be pretty famous.”
“Oh—no, it’s just… the name sounds unusual.”
“Well, all the related articles disappeared while you were fighting for your life anyway.”
“Who is he?”
Ji An subtly rubbed her chest.
Did I eat breakfast too quickly?
Rubbing her tight, uncomfortable chest, she drank the glass of iced water placed in front of Seon Kyung.
For some reason, she felt strangely suffocated.
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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