Covetous Sponsorship (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
The next day.
Rrrr……. Rrrr…….
“Ugh, so noisy…”
Ga Eul, who had been curled up in bed under the covers until the sun reached its zenith, suddenly yanked the blanket over her head at the sound of her ringing phone right next to her ear.
The persistent buzz of the phone, cutting through her lingering drowsiness, made her frown involuntarily.
Ah, I should’ve switched it to vibrate and slept peacefully.
She hadn’t expected that the plan she’d set in motion at the exhibition would stir up even a minor commotion.
After struggling through an awkward conversation with an irate man, Ga Eul finally collapsed into bed the moment she got home, her tension melting away all at once.
He’d scolded her so fiercely… she’d even had a grim premonition that if she couldn’t prove the pieces were indeed a series, she might never be allowed to step foot in any gallery again.
‘He did say he was Chairman of Daelim Construction, didn’t he…?’
Ga Eul knew well enough about Daelim Construction’s reputation. He’d been genuinely furious, demanding why she’d do something that would devalue the painting he owned.
Fortunately, he turned out to be reasonable.
Once she calmly explained who she was—Yoon Dae Ho’s daughter—and spoke clearly about the artwork, he eventually backed down.
He even went so far as to say the pieces looked perfectly suited as a series.
In truth, the controversy should’ve been blamed on her own shortcomings—she hadn’t rendered the series strongly enough for viewers to instantly recognize it as such. Even by her own standards, she still lacked the skill needed to fulfill the promise of creating a true series.
was a painting conceived together with her father during the happiest period of her life as an artist.
For Ga Eul, it was a deeply meaningful work filled with memories of her father—one she was destined to complete as a pair someday.
Had it not been for her deal with Gi Tae, she would’ve waited until her skills matured further before undertaking such a project. But his demand had been utterly unreasonable from the start, leaving her no choice but to corner herself.
It was lucky everything turned out alright.
Otherwise, she might’ve ended up tarnishing her father’s good name.
‘Still, it’s fortunate. I kept my promise to Father, and I met the condition too.’
As she briefly muffled her ears with the blanket, the ringing finally stopped.
‘How long has it been since I slept this soundly…?’
Lazily basking in the warmth of her sunlit bed, Ga Eul couldn’t help but smile.
Her bedding, freshly washed the day before, carried the cozy scent of sunlight, and with all her worries gone, her heart felt lighter than ever.
Soon, the Chairman would find out too…? But for now, she just wanted to sleep a little longer.
She’d had to discard canvas after canvas because her work hadn’t captured what her father had taught her—enough to meet the deadline. She hadn’t slept properly for days while painting, so getting out of bed was the last thing on her mind.
Taking a day off as a reward for all that hard work didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
Just as Ga Eul’s consciousness flickered into darkness—
Rrrr……. Rrrr…….
‘Again… who could it be…?’
Slightly annoyed, Ga Eul stretched her hand out and grabbed her phone as it rang once more.
She didn’t recognize the number, but she decided she’d just call back later.
Without even checking the caller ID, she answered.
“Hello? Who…?”
“You were sleeping.”
A low, resonant voice cut her off mid-sentence.
“…?”
For a moment confused, Ga Eul mumbled in a voice still heavy with sleep,
“I’m sorry, but if it’s not urgent, could I call you back later?”
The man on the other end immediately replied in short, clipped tones.
“That’s a bit inconvenient.”
“…?”
Who is this?
Realizing the call had fully shaken her awake, Ga Eul finally checked the caller ID properly—
but it was an unrecognized number, so she still had no clue who it was.
“…”
“…”
Silence hung between them as she remained speechless.
Whoever it was hadn’t introduced themselves, and their impolite tone suggested it was probably just a prank call—maybe a wrong number. Ga Eul stared at the screen for a moment, then moved to hang up without a word.
Just then, the voice on the other end spoke again.
“Ga Eul, was yesterday fun?”
“…”
“You made quite the entertaining debut, didn’t you?”
“W-who are you?”
A chill ran down her spine as Ga Eul bolted upright. The number still showed up as unknown, yet he’d addressed her precisely by name—as if he knew exactly who she was.
Now that she listened closely, his voice sounded oddly familiar.
Yesterday…?
Pale-faced, Ga Eul straightened up instantly and held the phone with utmost formality.
“…Could it be… Han Gi Tae?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“How do you have my number?”
“Is that really important right now? Come out front.”
“What? Why… why?”
“Because I’m right in front of your annex.”
“Huh?”
Startled, Ga Eul dropped her phone. Even as it clattered loudly to the floor, she couldn’t bring herself to pick it up or check it—she just froze in place, flustered and speechless.
Her sleep-fogged brain strained to make sense of things, brows furrowed in confusion.
He’d sounded almost sarcastic.
He’d asked if it had been fun for her.
Could he be angry…? But… everything turned out fine, didn’t it?
Clearly, he’d come to hold her accountable for the exhibition incident.
He must’ve been deeply annoyed that she’d caused a scene at his gallery. Realizing this, Ga Eul’s pupils trembled slightly.
His voice drifted through the phone again.
“We need to talk. Let me in.”
Terrified he’d actually barge inside, Ga Eul quickly snatched up the phone and cried out in a panic,
“Han Gi Tae! J-just… just wait a moment, please! I just woke up—I haven’t done anything yet! I’ll wash up quickly and come out right away!”
“What for?”
“No, no! Please don’t!”
“What’s wrong?”
“My place is a bit messy right now! Could you just wait outside for a moment? I’ll really just wash my face and come right out!”
Five minutes.
With that brief reply, the call ended.
Ga Eul stepped out into the living room and peeked cautiously out the window.
Outside, Han Gi Tae stood leaning against his sedan parked right in front of the annex, glancing down at the watch on his wrist.
He looked as if he were counting down.
* * *
As promised, Ga Eul came out after just splashing water on her face—pulling a large hoodie over her head so low that only her long, straight hair peeked out from beneath.
Having finished her rushed preparations, Ga Eul stepped back into the living room and glanced quickly out the window again.
He was still leaning against his car—his tailored jacket nowhere in sight, sleeves rolled up on his crisp blue dress shirt. Though he stood there with statuesque perfection, like a sculpture by Michelangelo, to Ga Eul right now, he felt more like the grim reaper.
Occasionally, he checked his watch, shifting his gaze to his wrist. Watching him furtively from behind the curtain, Ga Eul quickly averted her eyes—afraid their gazes might meet—and swiftly pulled the curtain shut before backing away from the window.
She then checked the time on her phone.
The five minutes he’d given before barging in were almost up.
It had already been four minutes.
Only about a minute remained.
“Sigh… how should I handle this…?”
This was the first time he’d ever come looking for her personally.
The fact that he’d come all the way to the annex himself made Ga Eul even more anxious.
Just how furious must he be for someone who rarely visited the main house to show up here during what should’ve been his work hours?
Why on earth had yesterday turned into such a disaster, landing her in this situation…?
Without even realizing it, Ga Eul grabbed her sneakers and headed toward the back of the annex. Though smaller than the main house, the annex was just as fully equipped—and included a rear exit.
Reaching the shoe cabinet by the back door, Ga Eul slapped her shoes against her palms, shoved her feet in haphazardly, and stood before the door leading out to the garden.
She knew full well that running away might only further aggravate his anger.
But her body screamed at her to flee from him.
Unlike Chairman Han, he was utterly unpredictable—she couldn’t guess what he was thinking or what he might do next. Just facing him under normal circumstances was overwhelming; if he was angry too, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.
‘I’ll figure out how to deal with this first, then contact him again…’
Swallowing hard, Ga Eul opened the back door.
But then—
“Yoon Ga Eul.”
“…Huh…? W-what?”
The last voice she wanted to hear reached her ears.
When she looked up, the last person she wanted to see stood right there—and Ga Eul, frozen in shock, reacted a beat too late.
He leaned against the wall beside the back door, staring down at her intently.
Ga Eul stiffened instantly.
‘I clearly saw him out front and came straight here—when did he get back here?’
He gave a near-derisive chuckle as he stepped closer.
Trapped between the now-closed back door and his looming figure, Ga Eul found herself completely immobilized.
With mocking amusement, he said,
“Thought you might try to run, so I came around back—and you didn’t disappoint.”
“…”
“I was hoping you’d meet me at the front door. You’ve got no conscience at all, Yoon Ga Eul.”
“…”
Ga Eul pressed her lips tightly shut for a moment, her eyes darting everywhere but his.
His tone—teasing yet unpleasant—made cold sweat break out on her skin.
When he gave a slight, expectant nod, as if urging her to say something, Ga Eul quickly opened her mouth, desperate to explain,
“I came in through the back door yesterday! My shoes were already here, so I just meant to put them on and head straight out the front—!”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes!”
When he questioned her again, Ga Eul nodded vigorously—but he only responded with open mockery.
“So you sneak around your own house like a stray cat? Ignoring the front door just to slip out through this cramped back exit?”
“But it’s true!”
“You were supposed to sell your paintings, not stir up trouble and then conveniently pretend nothing happened.”
“That’s…!”
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out if you stayed quiet? It happened in my gallery, after all.”
He gave another pointed nod.
Deciding excuses were pointless, Ga Eul chose to be honest instead.
“There was a bit of a commotion, but I handled it through conversation. That’s why I didn’t mention it…”
“You got lucky Chairman of Daelim Construction backed down easily. If he hadn’t believed you, who knows what would’ve happened to you? Just what are you thinking?”
He let out a heavy sigh—then stepped even closer.
Already trapped and unable to move, Ga Eul couldn’t hide her panic as he closed the distance further.
“W-why are you coming closer…?”
“How am I supposed to know if you’ll try to run again?”
“I won’t! How could I possibly run from here…!”
“You were just caught trying to escape.”
Completely terrified and wide-eyed, Ga Eul could only stare up at him—wondering what he’d do next—when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.
He gave it a light tug, and her feet automatically followed him.
Ga Eul quickly planted her feet and braced herself.
At her feeble resistance, he openly sneered—then effortlessly scooped her up into his arms.
“Kyaa!”
Startled by the sudden shift in height, Ga Eul screamed. Ignoring her, he slung her over his shoulder and began walking away with slow, steady strides.
“Put me down…”
Every point of contact with him made her hyper-aware. Hesitant to hold onto him or lean against him, she kept her hands hovering in midair—her body swaying helplessly with each of his steps.
Her dangling feet, lacking any stable footing, flailed until she finally grabbed hold of his shoulder.
He dismissed her protests entirely, readjusting his grip to hold her more securely before saying,
“I’m busy—just behave and come along quietly.”
“…”
Ga Eul finally mustered the courage to wrap her arms around his neck—and obediently stayed still, just as he’d asked.
When they reached the front of the annex, Gi Tae finally set her down once they arrived beside the passenger seat, then jerked his chin toward the car.
“Get in.”
“…Where are we going?”
* * *
Afraid of bothering his nerves, Ga Eul kept her mouth tightly shut all the way to their destination—TS Gallery. More precisely, to his office inside the gallery.
‘Why did he bring me here?’
Seated on the guest sofa, memories kept flashing back—especially of him holding her close by the neck.
A cool, crisp scent rose from his nape. Ga Eul’s face warmed again.
She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable being alone with Han Gi Tae.
Yet the very person who’d dragged her all the way to his office sat absorbed in paperwork, paying her no attention.
If this was all he wanted, couldn’t he have just met her later…?
To distract herself, Ga Eul straightened her spine and pressed her legs tightly together, sitting as stiffly upright as possible.
Then, without even glancing in her direction, he spoke softly,
“Stay there and reflect on what you’ve done.”
He clearly had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
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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