A Child Who Resembles Me [EN]: Chapter 119

119. The Words I Want to Hear

I was definitely lying next to Yena with Jiheon.

But somehow, Jiheon was next to Jeong-o.

“Are you serious?”

Jiheon asked, placing his large hand on her waist. His eyes were so deep and beautiful that Jeong-o emphasized her sincerity once again.

“Of course. Of course…”

But the end of her sentence trailed off.

“You know what you have to do to make Yena a younger sibling.”

With those words, Jiheon pulled Jeong-o closer to him. What she thought was a warm and affectionate gaze was actually a hot and fiery one.

Jeong-o seemed to realize the mystery of how babies are made, and she gasped.

They say couples grow to resemble each other. No, they had barely registered their marriage, and hadn’t even lived together for a full day, but they were already beyond resembling each other and had completely reversed roles.

Jeong-o, who had always focused on the process, only pictured the result in her head, and Jiheon, who focused on the result, was reminding her of the process.

“…No. I don’t know.”

“You know. My wife isn’t a child.”

Jiheon, suddenly transformed into a process-oriented person, slipped his hand into Jeong-o’s waist. The touch was so sensual that she made a gasping sound. Surprised by her own voice, Jeong-o burrowed into Jiheon’s chest.

Yena is right next to us!

She internally complained and lightly hit Jiheon’s chest. As if responding, Jiheon abruptly raised his upper body. Jeong-o instinctively flinched back.

“…No, I didn’t mean to make one right now.”

“No, you were very serious.”

His voice and eyes were filled with ambition.

Now, Jiheon had even lifted her up.

She couldn’t understand how the man who had confessed his heartfelt wishes just a few minutes ago had changed so much, or why that switch kept getting flipped.

Now, Jeong-o was being lifted up by Jeong Jiheon, who loved to show off his strength. As her body swayed, Jeong-o held onto Jiheon even tighter.

She couldn’t make any noise because Yena had just fallen asleep. It was a good situation for Jiheon. A situation where his beautiful wife couldn’t refuse him.

Jiheon effortlessly lifted her up and left the master bedroom, opening the door to the room across the hall. She had wondered why there was a bed in the empty space, thinking it was a room for separate use after a marital fight, but it had such a sly purpose.

Should she be relieved that they were finally using the bed as a bed?

However, Lee Jeong-o, who had safely landed on the bed, was a woman with a tiny heart [easily flustered].

“We just moved in today… and you’re tired.”

“No. I’m not tired.”

Jiheon replied as if it were obvious. No, he seemed to have even more energy.

Jeong-o was speechless, unable to understand how a man who had just moved in today could have such endless energy.

Come to think of it, this was his true self. The Jeong Jiheon who interpreted all her words and actions lewdly, who wanted to do such things and made every situation in daily life lewd.

She had provoked such a person on the most pleasant day.

With the intuition that she would be sleeping in late again tomorrow if she messed up today, Jeong-o covered her neck and groaned.

“Ahhh, my neck is stiff…”

“You said it got better after putting on a pain relief patch.”

“The effect must have worn off. Oh no…”

Jiheon looked at Jeong-o with suspicious eyes. But he couldn’t make someone who was complaining of pain suffer.

“Okay.”

“…”

“I won’t push it too hard.”

Huh?

Her flustered arms fluttered. Sooner than that, lips met lips, and chest met chest. She could feel his heart beating healthily. No, maybe it was her heart. Heat gradually transferred from the close contact.

Her body relaxed along the direction of his touch, but her whole body tensed up according to the intensity of the stimulation. She felt like she was being cooked in his large hands.

Can I really… live well with this man in the same house?

That was her newfound worry on their first night.

.*. *. *. *. *. *.

The next day.

The scenery she saw when she woke up was unfamiliar, so Jeong-o rubbed her eyes several times.

Her first morning in the new house.

Just like Yena, who had shed tears, saying, “Is this really my room?”, Jeong-o also felt unfamiliar with the new house and new room. In fact, everything felt surreal. She didn’t know when she would get used to it.

Jeong-o was alone in the room. She lazily went outside and saw Guk-soon preparing rice, and she could hear her daughter’s and father’s voices from Yena’s room.

“Dad, whose bicycle is in front of the door?”

“It’s Yena’s. I told you Dad bought a bicycle.”

“Yena doesn’t know how to ride a bicycle?”

“Let’s go ride it with Dad later. Dad will teach you.”

“Dad has to go to work.”

“I’ll leave work early.”

“Really? Promise.”

“Promise.”

“You can’t work overtime. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“You can’t postpone it to another day either. Got it?”

“Got it.”

When she peeked her face through the open door, she saw a loving father and daughter hooking their pinkies and shaking them. She was newly moved by the fact that she could see such a scene from the morning, but.

“Mom!”

“Is your neck okay?”

Jiheon’s voice, following Yena’s voice, felt somehow prickly. She should say she’s okay, but what was this feeling of wanting to answer that she’s not healed yet?

“…Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Okay. That’s a relief.”

He said it was a relief, but what was this feeling that it didn’t sound like a relief?

.*. *. *. *. *. *.

Eun-bi called the same phone number dozens of times all night. But it was no use. The man’s phone number was no longer in service.

Was I deceived? Was I used?

Eun-bi couldn’t accept it. It wasn’t like she was scammed out of money or lost any valuables. Nothing was lost.

But when she thought about it, she didn’t know anything about him. Just the name Kwon Bae-il and which company he worked for, that was it.

But even that, she couldn’t guarantee. The name was just a brief glimpse of his resident registration card [Korean ID], and he never talked about his company. Eun-bi was so busy telling her own story that she didn’t ask him about it separately.

She used the man like a trash can for her emotions.

The man, who had been comforting her all along, got tired and left…

He was the only person who sincerely worried about her and gave her advice. He was a precious person who understood her situation, her greed, and all her upset feelings…

Eun-bi, who had barely fallen asleep after dawn, received a phone call. It was Eun-yeop.

“Hello.”

[I sent a quick delivery to your house.]

“A quick delivery? What is it?”

[It’s medicine. I barely got it, so take it right away.]

“…”

[Take the medicine quickly and make another appointment with Ham Dae-geun. Make sure to go this time. Today at six. The place is the same as yesterday.]

“…You want me to take medicine today and go on a blind date right away today?”

Eun-bi retorted in disbelief, and Eun-yeop persuaded her.

[He’s a good person. He’s only ten years older than you and it’s his first marriage. He’s a successful businessman and a popular person, but he’s looking at you favorably. You stood him up once, but he still wants to meet you.]

“…”

[Grab him. You need to be loved and live now, Eun-bi.]

Throughout Eun-yeop’s words, Kwon Bae-il’s face flickered before Eun-bi’s eyes. Where is that person? Why isn’t he comforting me when I’m so tired and anxious?

Soon after, a quick delivery arrived for Eun-bi. It was a very small box. After unpacking and checking the medicine, Eun-bi couldn’t read the instructions at once.

“Huuuuh.”

Tears kept blurring her vision.

.*. *. *. *. *. *.

On the way to work. Jiheon, as always, dropped Jeong-o off near her company, parked his car in the underground parking lot, and headed to his office. Just before getting on the elevator, he received a call from his father, Jae-gwang.

“Yes, Father.”

[Did you move in well?]

After learning about Young-mi’s misdeeds, Jae-gwang could no longer urge him to bring Yena. He couldn’t even say he would visit Jiheon’s house.

However, he couldn’t give up his desire to meet his granddaughter, so he was waiting for the right moment to contact Jiheon every time.

“Yes. It went well.”

[Okay. You worked hard. Congratulations on getting a new house.]

“Thank you.”

[I want to meet our granddaughter too.]

Jiheon couldn’t wholeheartedly welcome his father’s cautious words. He couldn’t visit Jae-gwang’s house while ignoring the deep-rooted conflict with Young-mi.

“I’ll talk to Jeong-o about it.”

[Okay. Talk about it nicely.]

“Yes.”

He was about to end the call after a brief conversation, but Jae-gwang stopped him again.

[I heard Kim Jin-gu died. Do you know anything about it?]

It seemed Jae-gwang had also heard about Kim Jin-gu. Jiheon hesitated to reveal that he had received an email from Kim Jin-gu and closed his mouth.

“No. What about you, Father?”

[I heard the news late. Anyway, now that Kim Jin-gu is gone, it seems like you can officially announce your marriage.]

“I’ll talk to Jeong-o about that too.”

[Okay. Talk to her soon and contact me.]

“Yes.”

After finishing the call with his father, Jiheon arrived on the 9th floor and was heading to his office when he recognized Jeong-o standing face to face with a strange man. Jeong-o’s face was full of joy.

Come to think of it, they said a new copywriter was coming to Production Team 1 today.

In the early days of Jiheon’s appointment, Max Planning acquired Sang-ah Planning. However, unless they moved the headquarters, they couldn’t absorb the manpower of Sang-ah Planning, so they maintained the current state by occasionally exchanging manpower with Sang-ah Planning.

Thanks to that, Jeong-o was able to transfer to Max Planning, and the person in front of Jiheon’s eyes was also transferring from Sang-ah Planning.

As Jiheon approached, Ahn Chan-seop, the head of Production Team 1, introduced him.

“Director, this is Deputy Director Kwak Dong-jae, who joined Production Team 1 today.”

“Yes. Nice to meet you, Deputy Director Kwak.”

A greeting with a not-so-welcoming expression.

Jiheon’s gaze immediately shifted to Jeong-o next to him.

“It seems like you two know each other.”

“Yes. He’s a senior from my previous company. He’s also the one who helped me transfer.”

Deputy Director Kwak Dong-jae added to Jeong-o’s answer.

“I didn’t have to help. Our Deputy Lee Jeong-o is so good at her job.”

Our Deputy Lee Jeong-o?

Jiheon’s eyebrows furrowed at Deputy Director Kwak’s expression, and Gi-hoon and Young-gwang from Production Team 2 slowly stood up from their seats with pale faces.

Jiheon emitted a sharp gaze and gave a faint smile.

“Our Deputy Lee Jeong-o is good at her job.”

Cold sweat formed on Jeong-o’s forehead.

“I have something to say to our hard-working Deputy Lee Jeong-o. Shall we talk in my office for a moment?”

Jeong-o swallowed hard and answered quietly.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.”

Jiheon turned away from Deputy Director Kwak and strode away. Jeong-o, who was standing blankly, followed behind him. The people in Production Team 2, who had been nervous, slowly sat down.

Ahn Chan-seop patted Deputy Director Kwak, who was surprised by the young director’s chilling charisma and was gaping blankly.

“He’s always like that. Don’t worry about it, Deputy Director Kwak.”

“…”

“He’s a good person if you get to know him. If you get to know him. If you get to know him.”

Go Eun-joo, a manager from Production Team 2, secretly said to Team Leader Seong Mi-ran, who had come up to her side.

“Honestly, Team Leader.”

“…”

“I think the director just comes to the company to protect Deputy Lee Jeong-o.”

“Shh. Don’t say things like that.”

Mi-ran quietly scolded Eun-joo.

Jeong-o followed behind Jiheon with hurried steps. The secretary in the assistant office, who had come to work early, stood up from her seat and greeted him.

“Director, good morning.”

“Yes.”

Jiheon briefly nodded and immediately entered his office. Jeong-o also hurriedly greeted the secretary and followed Jiheon inside.

“What’s with calling me in on a Monday morning saying you have something to say?”

Jeong-o boldly scolded him, as she had realized that Jiheon was jealous of seeing her standing face to face with Deputy Director Kwak. Jiheon’s narrowed eyes turned to her.

“Honestly, you have nothing to say, right? You just called me for no reason, right?”

“Honey.”

Jiheon called out to Jeong-o, who was teasing him. Jeong-o’s eyes widened at the title she had never heard before.

She thought she would hear things like, ‘Don’t be close with Deputy Director Kwak,’ or ‘Don’t even think about taking on the same project,’ but.

“It’s been almost two weeks since we registered our marriage, and I still haven’t heard that word.”

“…What word?”

“Honey.”

It was incredibly absurd, but incredibly serious.

“Say it. Honey.”

Jeong-o lost her words at the confident demand, as if he was asking for the money he had lent her.