Acts We Shouldn't Do (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Sang Hwa clicked her tongue as she flipped over the work shared phone that kept ringing incessantly.
The caller, who had been phoning nonstop since morning, was the director of Gangnam Oh Seok Dong Dental Clinic.
“That’s our decision to make.”
“Do you really think I don’t know what you people are up to? Do you think I don’t see through your scheme—using our poor mother to extort a settlement and make a quick buck, you gold-digging snakes!”
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“Just you wait, you frauds. I’ll make sure you can’t even show your faces in public!”
The sheer audacity was beyond belief.
They should’ve been apologizing instead, yet here they were, calling and lashing out in that shrill, irritating tone—utterly unbearable.
“Listen here. We’re the victims, and you’re the perpetrators! And this kind of behavior counts as intimidation!”
“Oh, did you just say ‘intimidation’?”
“You’d better watch your words. Everything’s being recorded.”
“……She’s over seventy years old. She can’t even eat properly or sleep well these days. So please, let’s not take this to court.”
“We already told you we’ll contact you once a decision is made. Stop calling now. We won’t answer anymore.”
Sang Hwa shuddered, recalling Seok Dong’s stubbornly persistent calls right up until she arrived at the hospital.
“Then let me visit Jae In at the hospital today and settle this matter once and for all…”
“I told you not to come! Jae In doesn’t want to see you! Would you want to face your attacker if you were in her shoes? You’re the perpetrator’s son! Whose fault is all this mess? Just hang up!”
She’d been planning to show leniency if he stayed quiet, but he kept poking at the wound, making it worse.
“He never gets tired, does he? Such a leech.”
“Sang Hwa, just let me take the call.”
“No. You’ve had enough of dealing with him. It won’t do you any good. But are you really getting discharged tomorrow? So soon?”
“I’m not actually a scammer, you know. What reason do I have to stay in the hospital? Anyway, we’ve already decided to show leniency.”
“Still…”
“I’m going stir-crazy. The bland hospital food tastes awful. Let’s have cold noodles and dumplings tomorrow.”
“It’s freezing outside.”
“That’s exactly when you eat them. I’m suffocating—I have to go. Okay?”
Sang Hwa gave in with a reluctant nod and stood up.
“I’ll go check if you can be discharged tomorrow.”
Even after Sang Hwa left, the work phone kept ringing stubbornly. Jae In sighed and pulled out her own phone.
Selecting the album titled in her photo gallery, she saw Yoon Se Na smiling brightly despite her clearly ill appearance.
“Mom… this is how your daughter lives now.”
Jae In softly smiled and gently stroked Se Na’s cheek on the screen.
Her mom, the most beautiful woman in the world, had always longed for Korea. But there’d been only one reason she couldn’t return, even as death approached—
to protect her precious daughter, Jae In.
Just then, the TV Sang Hwa had turned on before leaving showed the very person Jae In sought revenge against.
Watching him live comfortably after ruining someone’s life made her bite her lips so hard they bled.
On a current affairs talk show, the man claimed that, after years of contemplating corporate social responsibility, he’d begun actively supporting single-mother households a decade ago.
Jae In, glaring at the screen, hurriedly switched off the TV.
How shamelessly he spouted those lies.
She’d known it already, but this guy truly wasn’t human. Suddenly, her stomach churned.
“Didn’t you hear me tell you to leave? Both you and your mother—she said she never wants to see your faces!”
Just after dinner time, Seok Dong somehow found his way to the ward, holding an enormous bouquet of flowers.
Though Jae In had already sent him away, he kept bothering her—this was already his third attempt within half an hour. Sang Hwa, on her way out to her yoga class, intercepted him and stood blocking his path, veins bulging in her neck.
“Just let me see her! I even bought flowers!”
“So what if you bought flowers! Are you leaving or not?”
Even in her patient gown, Sang Hwa looked fresh and pure, not weary at all—and she carefully blocked Seok Dong’s gaze from reaching Jae In.
“Jae In! Let’s not do this. Let’s talk face to face, okay?”
“Why should Jae In see your face? Get out—now!”
After a long struggle, the man, wobbling free from Sang Hwa’s grip, was finally chased away, leaving his bouquet dropped on the floor.
“Ugh, who’d have thought the moment we came back to Korea, a bloodsucker like this would latch onto us? Jae In, seriously, we need to get a shaman reading. You know that shaman Madam Bae visits every year…”
“You mean that shaman who once said there’s not a single decent man in your destiny?”
“Hey.”
As Jae In burst into laughter, Sang Hwa shot her a playful glare—just as someone knocked on the hospital room door.
“At least this time they knocked. Ugh, what a nuisance.”
“You stay put, Sang Hwa. I’ll handle this. I can’t stand looking at those flowers anyway—might as well tell him to take them back.”
Jae In picked up the abandoned bouquet and slid open the door, thrusting the flowers toward the man standing before her as if striking him.
“Take these. I was going to throw them out anyway. And…”
“Thank you.”
It wasn’t Oh Seok Dong’s grating, shrill voice. Instead, a resonant, deep, and calm tone spoke.
Before her wasn’t Seok Dong’s petty, pathetic face. Instead, the bouquet rested against the broad chest of a man dressed in a sharp suit.
What filled her lungs wasn’t the overpowering perfume that always clung to Seok Dong, but the refreshing scent of a forest that eased her suffocation.
Slowly, Jae In lifted her gaze.
Her eyes met those of a man whose handsome looks must have caused him no small trouble.
“…Who are you?”
The man tilted his head slightly toward Jae In, who blinked her large eyes, and offered an elegant smile.
“Exactly. Who are you?”
Behind Jae In, Sang Hwa had stepped forward with curious eyes.
Sang Hwa was utterly dazzled. After dealing only with Seok Dong, who resembled a dried-up anchovy, this man’s striking handsomeness hit her like a shockwave.
He outshone the flowers he held. He was so tall that Sang Hwa, at 175 cm, had to crane her neck upward just to see his face—and even his Adam’s apple and jawline, visible from below, were breathtaking.
“Oh.”
The man finally spoke after holding eye contact with Jae In for a long moment. Unconsciously, Sang Hwa gripped Jae In’s shoulders tightly.
“You’re here…”
“Yes?”
At Jae In’s response, the man subtly stepped back and checked the patient name beside the door—<YoonIn>, with the middle character obscured by a star symbol.
“I must have come to the wrong room.”
“I’m visiting my fiancée.”
“But this is Room 507…”
“I see.”
The man’s smile faded as he narrowed his eyes slightly, then tilted his head to slowly scan Jae In from head to toe.
It was as if he were meticulously checking her for any injuries.
Caught off guard, Jae In and Sang Hwa stood speechless, watching him—until he finished his assessment and smiled again.
“Anyway, thank you for the flowers.”
“Oh, but…”
“You said you were going to throw them out anyway, didn’t you?”
“Well, that’s true…”
“Then.”
Holding up the bouquet with a satisfied smile, the man gave a slight nod. He remained standing there, flowers in hand, until the sliding door closed completely.
“What was that?”
“Seriously, what just happened? Did he really come to the wrong room?”
Sang Hwa opened the door carefully again after locking eyes with Jae In—but the man, who’d seemed like he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, had already vanished.
“Have you been worried about something lately? Your nails are too damaged for a stone manicure. You’ve bitten them so badly we’ll need to trim them short.”
“Just tidy them up neatly. Use a subtle color.”
“Yes, I’ll do that.”
Yuri, entrusting her hands to the staff, fell into deep thought.
It had already been several days since she met Kang Tae Seo. Her expectation—that he’d immediately push for marriage after meeting her—had been completely off.
He hadn’t contacted her once.
‘…He must just be really busy.’
Having watched her father, Jo Dae Hoon, Yuri knew firsthand how demanding running a company could be. She never once considered that Kang Tae Seo might not like her.
After all, she’d been raised as the only daughter of Hyun Yang Construction, treated like a princess.
Her lovely looks made her popular, and her naturally aloof demeanor added an untouchable aura.
At age seven, Yuri first learned she had a fiancé—an arrangement even her own parents hadn’t known about.
“So it’s you. You’re Tae Seo’s fiancée.”
“…Yes?”
“What’s your name?”
“Jo Yuri.”
“What a pretty name. You must grow up well.”
It happened at a charity bazaar hosted by Kang Seon Group, which she attended with her father. Madam Lim Hong Jin—widow of the late Chairman Kang Seon Il and director of Kang Seon Art Center—smiled as she patted Yuri’s head.
“My fiancé?”
“Yes. It means you’re promised in marriage. Your grandfather and Tae Seo’s grandfather made this promise long ago.”
“I’ve never heard of this before.”
“Of course not—you weren’t even born yet. They waited so eagerly for their unborn granddaughter. Seeing how beautifully you’ve grown, your grandfather would be so proud.”
At the time, Jo Dae Hoon, who’d clearly just learned of this himself, quickly masked his surprise with a chuckle and nodded promptly.
“If Father were still alive, he’d surely adore Yuri. By the way, Madam Lim, when will Tae Seo be returning to Korea?”
“He only comes back briefly during holidays… It seems his parents plan to have him complete all his studies abroad.”
“Oh…”
“Don’t worry. I remember Tae Seo’s grandfather’s promise. There’s no need to rush. Let’s discuss it again once the children are older.”
“Yes.”
Her fiancé, currently studying abroad in England, was the only son of Kang Shin Jae, chairman of the prestigious Kang Seon Group.
From that moment on, knowing she’d one day become Kang Seon Group’s future daughter-in-law, Yuri strictly followed her strict father’s instructions.
When she heard Tae Seo had enrolled in an American university, Yuri longed so deeply to attend the same school she nearly fell ill.
But it wasn’t just her grades holding her back—she majored in gayageum, and there was nothing for her to study in America.
With no valid reason to join her fiancé’s side, Yuri could do nothing but wait quietly.
“Hey, who do you think you are to act so high and mighty?”
“Showing off like that—how delusional.”
“Jo Yuri, didn’t you want to date me? Isn’t that why you went out with me?”
“I only hung out with you because you willingly played my secretary—it was convenient. If I’d known you’d get this absurd idea in your head, I’d have told you sooner.”
“…What did you say?”
“You were just my bag carrier.”
Yuri had infuriated plenty of men. Though she occasionally socialized with them when necessary, she’d never once forgotten that she was Kang Seon Group’s future daughter-in-law.
With grace and dignity, she’d waited all these years for the day she’d finally meet Tae Seo—whom she’d never seen—and used or ignored anyone beneath her standards, keeping her eyes solely on Kang Tae Seo.
Yet now, she felt uneasy. A few days ago, her fiancé—whom she’d just met for the first time in her life—had unexpectedly mentioned Yoon Jae In.
“He definitely knows something.”
She’d believed it was a secret known only to three people in the world—the one flaw in her seemingly perfect father, Jo Dae Hoon.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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