Kim Jisoo, the billionaire lady, couldn't help but smile as she watched her son, Ro-woon, curled up next to his beloved Mickey Mouse plushie. He looked absolutely adorable, peacefully asleep, his tiny form snuggled up in a cozy embrace with his favorite toy.
Jisoo chuckled softly as the morning sun beamed through the large window of their modern, luxurious bedroom. The rays gently touched Ro-woon's face, causing him to squint his eyes and pout. He rubbed his tiny palms over his eyes before slowly waking up.
"Ro-woon, don't you want to come with eomma to her company today?" Jisoo asked, her voice filled with affection.
He blinked at her, his face still partially buried in the plushie, but then his little eyes lit up. He gave her a small nod, making her heart melt.
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"I'm coming, eomma," he mumbled, suddenly springing to life. With a burst of energy, he hurriedly pushed the blanket off himself and jumped out of bed. He ran toward the washroom, and Jisoo couldn't help but laugh at his excitement.
Ro-woon was more than just a little boy to Jisoo. He was her everything—her little protector, her joy, and her reason to smile. At just four years old, he had a determination that was beyond his years. He wanted to be there for his mother, to share every moment with her, and to protect her from the shadows of the past. He was a small bodyguard, full of hope and aspirations, eager to experience life and make it his own.
Jisoo followed him into the washroom and helped him freshen up. Despite his young age, Ro-woon was surprisingly independent. He could brush his own teeth, take a bath by himself, and even dress himself without help. But Jisoo cherished these moments of nurturing him, of spoiling him with all the love and care she had to give.
She helped him with his bath and dressing, her heart swelling with affection as she admired how big he was getting.
"Aww, my baby is so cute," Jisoo cooed, squeezing his chubby cheeks. Ro-woon giggled, his little face lighting up with pure joy.
"Eomma, I want to wear a cap too!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the hats in his wardrobe. His love for fashion, cute accessories, and toys was evident in everything he did. He adored hats, watches, goggles, and anything that made him feel special.
Jisoo smiled warmly as she picked up a plain white Gucci cap. "How about this one?" she asked, holding it out to him.
Ro-woon shook his head, his eyes scanning the wardrobe for something else. "No, eomma. This one!" he said, pointing to a navy blue cap that perfectly matched his outfit for the day.
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The classy mother-and-son duo settled comfortably into Jisoo's white Porsche Cayman, ready to head to KJ Technology and Management Consulting, Seoul's leading IT company. Jisoo, the billionaire CEO, and her adorable son, Ro-woon, walked hand in hand through the company’s sleek entrance. As always, they were the center of attention, the focal point of conversation in the entire office.
