You Accepted the Contract (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
Jing…
The screen vibrated, displaying an incoming call labeled “Chairman.” It was a call from the chairman of Taehan University, the nation’s most prestigious private academic institution.
“You’ve kept me waiting long enough,” Si Yoon murmured with a soft sigh as he looked at his phone, then answered the call.
“Yes, Grandfather.”
“Eaten? At this hour? Why aren’t you asleep, Grandfather?”
Si Yoon quickly glanced at the clock on his desk. He knew perfectly well it was deep into the night in Korea, and that his grandfather had deliberately called at this hour, waiting patiently until Si Yoon would have the leisure to take the call.
“It’s because of the lawsuit with Uncle, isn’t it? I’m sorry I didn’t consult you beforehand.”
Despite his gentle tone, Chairman Kim openly voiced his irritation.
“I’ll handle it properly.”
“The new cultural foundation we’re launching—I’d like you to entrust it to me.”
This was the same person who had kept postponing his return and avoided taking over foundation duties; now, he was asking to lead the cultural foundation. Chairman Kim felt pleased yet curious about Si Yoon’s apparent change of heart.
“I’ve located Father’s unpublished works and plan to donate them, without compensation, to the new cultural foundation we’re establishing.”
Si Yoon didn’t want to see the works of Korea’s most celebrated writer turned into mere assets for private profit or speculative investment.
If the public could access and appreciate them freely, people might no longer view this lawsuit as just another inheritance squabble within a wealthy academic dynasty.
‘Promise to return home!’
What was this about? Even after hearing Si Yoon’s plan to retrieve the unpublished works and dedicate them to public welfare, his grandfather still insisted on that condition.
Si Yoon had previously delayed returning home after completing his studies abroad, using a professorship offer as an excuse. In turn, Chairman Kim had granted him two additional years—but only after extracting a promise that he would definitely return with a fiancée.
Back then, Si Yoon had taken that promise lightly, never imagining it would now become the very thing tying his hands.
If he said no, would the foundation appointment slip through his fingers?
Not necessarily. But the moment word spread that Si Yoon had returned home single, he’d instantly become a target for ambitious families eager to align themselves through wealth and prestige, inevitably thrust into Korea’s marriage market.
Even if he refused outright, the combination of his grandfather’s enduring political connections—from academia to his former cabinet minister status—would surely force him into meetings with their children.
“If there’s still time, come back first, get married, then start the cultural foundation afterward.”
“I am seeing someone.”
He spoke impulsively—not wanting to be rushed into an arranged marriage, and arrogantly believing he could present just anyone to his grandfather if needed.
Chairman Kim was momentarily silent, seemingly surprised, but soon chuckled with evident satisfaction.
“You’re not even going to ask who it is?”
“…”
Hearing his grandfather’s unwavering trust—willing to accept whomever Si Yoon brought home without question—tightened Si Yoon’s grip on his phone. His grandfather didn’t even know what he was truly thinking.
“When you come, we’ll throw a grand celebration. This time, I’ll invite all the broadcasters, newspapers—everything. I hear people even summon the internet nowadays, don’t they?>
This would undoubtedly become a major event. His grandfather, despite his social stature and fame, had always lived modestly; yet now he was talking about inviting the press to the wedding. Si Yoon quickly added,
“I dislike extravagance.”
“Then…”
“We’ll hold a simple private ceremony here first, just the two of us, before returning.”
A light, startled breath reached Si Yoon’s ears through the phone. His grandfather seemed taken aback. But Chairman Kim swiftly composed himself, speaking firmly to suppress his emotion.
He didn’t ask who she was—only sought to confirm Si Yoon’s sincerity once more.
“Yes? …Yes.”
In the end, Si Yoon had just trapped himself in an absurd situation: fabricating a fiancée and now pretending he had to marry her before returning home.
Yet returning home alone, hastily marrying someone just to retrieve his father’s unpublished works, and then being forced into an unwanted marriage—that was even less acceptable to him.
Perhaps it was better to quietly pull off a temporary ruse behind his grandfather’s back.
* * *
Perhaps it was the lingering effect of days spent fretting over whom to choose in this complicated situation—but somehow, Si Yoon found himself oddly imagining things about the woman standing before him now.
To make matters stranger, Mi Joo even seemed vaguely familiar, prompting him to study her closely. Beneath the parking lot lamppost, her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows.
“Pretty.”
He was startled by his own words. He hadn’t expected the thought in his mind to slip out so casually.
“Yes?”
But he calmly shifted his gaze past Mi Joo’s shoulder toward the embassy building behind her.
“I meant the lights—they’re pretty.”
Mi Joo turned to follow his gaze. The gray marble and granite structure, illuminated by spotlights, glowed like a temple in its beauty.
Realizing she’d briefly fluttered at his compliment, Mi Joo felt her cheeks warm again.
Si Yoon, too, felt his heart flush. He was unsettled by how easily he’d masked his instinctive admiration for the lovely woman before him as if it meant nothing at all.
To escape the awkwardness, Mi Joo casually ran her fingers through her wind-blown hair.
A faint trace of shampoo scent drifted toward him, and he couldn’t look away from her.
‘Who even is this guy, scrutinizing a stranger’s face, neck, and ears like he’s inspecting every detail?’
Standing before him, Mi Joo felt utterly uncomfortable.
But his thoughts were different. If he teased her a bit more—would she pout and look offended? Or would tears well up and spill over? A mischievous, boyish urge stirred within him—the same impulse that once made him tease girls in elementary school until they cried.
He even felt like teasing Mi Joo further. But the moment he realized he was entertaining such childish thoughts, he let out a soft chuckle.
“Amusing.”
“Yes?”
“I stepped out for some fresh air and watched two women follow me out one after another—it’s amusing.”
Si Yoon tried lightening the mood with a playful remark.
“Seriously, I didn’t follow you on purpose! I didn’t even mean to look!”
“…”
Mi Joo protested firmly, as if stung by injustice—but when he simply stared at her without replying, the discomfort of standing alone with a stranger grew overwhelming.
Right now, the easiest way out would be to politely excuse herself and leave quickly.
“I apologize—I didn’t mean to witness your private moment. But that’s my car over there, and I must get to my babysitting job right away, or I won’t even cover this month’s rent.”
Mi Joo snapped back to reality and checked her wristwatch.
‘Late already.’
She opened her bag to find her car keys—but no matter how hard she searched, they were nowhere. Panic set in.
“Are you looking for your car keys?”
“Yes, I definitely put them in here.”
“What’s that in your left hand?”
Only then did Mi Joo realize she’d been holding her car keys in one hand while frantically rummaging through her bag with the other.
‘I’ve always prided myself on being sharp and quick-witted…’
Frustrated and embarrassed at making such a silly mistake in front of this man, she felt both exasperated and angry.
They were the ones creating an awkward public scene, yet why had she been the one bowing her head in apology?
“Actually, I suppose I don’t owe you an apology after all.”
“Yes?”
“This is the Canadian Embassy—meaning this is officially Canadian territory. So acting so confidently with American-style kissing and physical affection here… isn’t that indecent exposure?”
“‘Indecent exposure’? That’s a term I’ve only ever heard in Korea.”
His expression turned cold, clearly annoyed.
“Anyway, since you seem Korean too, I’m applying Korean sensibilities: what you and that woman just did—yes, that!—was wrong.”
“What exactly do you mean by ‘that’?”
He asked seriously, his playful demeanor gone. Seeing his suddenly stern face made Mi Joo’s heart race again.
“…Public displays of affection…”
He took a sudden step forward, closing the distance between them.
Mi Joo flinched and tried to step back—but Si Yoon gently caught her arm, holding her in place.
“Listen carefully. As I said earlier, I did not kiss her.”
Right—it hadn’t been a kiss.
“It was entirely her unilateral action.”
If it had been the other way around—if a woman were being forcibly kissed—Mi Joo would have immediately called the police. So why had she just stood there numbly watching earlier?
Everyone occasionally finds themselves in situations they never wanted. Mi Joo herself had once faced a man forcing an unwanted kiss on her, and that unpleasant memory surged back as vividly as if it happened yesterday.
‘He must have felt exactly like that.’
Shaking off the memory, Mi Joo also felt a sudden wave of sympathy for Si Yoon.
“I’m sorry. I should have reported it right then.”
“…”
“Shall I report it for you now? I really am sorry.”
Mi Joo quickly pulled out her phone, ready to dial, and sincerely asked for his consent.
Understanding her intent, the chill in Si Yoon’s expression melted away, replaced by a faint, reassuring smile.
That smile softened Mi Joo’s heart and eased her tension. What did handsome looks even matter?
“Then could you please let go of my arm?”
Through his shirt, Si Yoon had felt how warmly human her touch was. Reluctantly letting go, he released Mi Joo’s arm and calmly apologized.
“I’m sorry.”
Mi Joo kept her expression neutral, as if the brief contact meant nothing.
“No, it’s fine.”
Yet Si Yoon, acknowledging his own misstep, lightly raised both hands and lowered them again—a small, silent gesture of apology.
She’d assumed his hands were permanently glued to his trouser pockets, so seeing him deliberately raise both palms in a mock surrender made him look like a playful rascal.
Mi Joo even felt, oddly, as if they’d grown closer in these few moments—and offered him a kindness she wouldn’t normally extend to a fellow Korean.
“If you file a lawsuit, I’ll testify for you.”
“A lawsuit?”
“Don’t go home feeling hurt or frustrated about that unwanted kiss earlier. I’m here as your witness—sue them without worry.”
Mi Joo pulled a business card from her bag and held it out to him.
“I can testify twice. I have to work part-time, so more than that would be difficult for me.”
Si Yoon reached to take the card Mi Joo offered—but for a split second, she hesitated and pulled her hand back slightly.
Still, his hand moved decisively, and the card landed in his grasp. Without even glancing at it, he kept his eyes fixed solely on Mi Joo.
“Why hesitate with your business card?”
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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