The World Star Who Seduced Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
Yeo Woong swallowed hard and looked at Seol Ji Oh. Seol Ji Oh was also staring straight back at her. The moment their eyes met.
Seol Ji Oh gave a polite nod—very gently.
There was no hint of surprise or joy in it. Just a bare minimum gesture of courtesy.
Yeo Woong stood there with her lips parted, forgetting to return the greeting, and stared blankly at Seol Ji Oh.
Does he… not recognize me?
Yeo Woong’s eyes widened in shock. If they hadn’t crossed paths at all, fine—but how could he not recognize her face-to-face?
No matter how young they were, they’d spent years glued together…
Just then, Baek In Ho opened his mouth, addressing Yeo Woong.
“Yeo Woong, Ji Oh’s here too—stay a bit longer.”
Yeo Woong gave an awkward laugh. Her mind went completely blank; she didn’t know what to say.
“Oh, Ji Oh. This friend here is like a raw gem. Her name’s Yeo Woong—pretty, right? Her surname is Yeo, and her given name is Woong. Yeo Woong.”
“Your name sounds impressive.”
His voice was gentle, yet utterly emotionless. Yeo Woong stared dumbfounded at Seol Ji Oh, who spoke like an automated answering machine.
It wasn’t Kim Yeo Woong or Park Yeo Woong—he’d even specified clearly: surname Yeo, given name Woong. And still no reaction?
Yeo Woong blinked rapidly. She couldn’t believe Seol Ji Oh didn’t remember her at all. Frustrated, she grabbed the glass in front of her and downed it in one gulp.
Ugh. What is this? Soju?
“Why’d you drink my glass? You can’t even handle alcohol. Here, drink beer, idiot.”
Seo Ga Ram scolded her from beside her, snatching the glass and pouring Yeo Woong a full mug of beer instead. Yeo Woong shivered slightly as the burning sensation of alcohol slid down her throat.
“Drink this.”
Yeo Woong quietly stared at the hand suddenly appearing in front of her. A large, pale hand extended a glass of water toward her.
She fixed her eyes on that hand, a sudden urge rising to demand why he didn’t recognize her.
Since Yeo Woong just stood there motionless, Seo Ga Ram took the glass instead.
“Thank you. She’s just flustered—never seen a handsome guy like Seol Ji Oh before. Please understand.”
Seo Ga Ram handed Yeo Woong the glass and whispered in her ear.
“Did you leave your brain at home? What’s wrong with you?”
Yeo Woong shook her head repeatedly at Seo Ga Ram, insisting it was nothing, then gulped down the water Seol Ji Oh had offered.
She’d hoped the cold water would calm her nerves, but neither her mind nor her stomach settled.
After standing around all day in just a hanbok since dawn in the freezing cold, exhaustion had clearly piled up.
On top of that, she’d mistakenly knocked back Seo Ga Ram’s soju on an empty stomach, then, caught up in the mood, downed several beers—leaving her looking like she’d drunk the world’s entire alcohol supply by herself.
It hadn’t even been an hour since Yeo Woong arrived.
“Ji Oh, I’m your biggest fan. Meeting you like this makes me so happy.”
Beside her, Han Yu Mi deliberately put on a sugary voice as she addressed Seol Ji Oh. Seol Ji Oh merely smiled and gave a brief, polite reply: “Thank you.” Han Yu Mi didn’t stop there and kept pressing.
“Aren’t you filming that superhero movie in the U.S. lately? You’re always in the news. How’s Hollywood treating you?”
“It’s very well-structured there. Great working conditions for actors. My movie premieres next week—I came back to Korea yesterday for the premiere screening.”
Seol Ji Oh’s tone remained gentle throughout.
He never used to talk like that.
Yeo Woong narrowed her eyes, studying him. In her memory, Seol Ji Oh was a boy who threw tantrums easily, made demands constantly, and never backed down.
She’d always been the one to apologize first, to coax and soothe him.
Yeo Woong suddenly realized just how much time had passed.
“I’ll be right back—just stepping out to the restroom.”
She asked Baek In Ho for permission and stood up. The moment she rose, the alcohol hit her head, making everything spin.
Ugh. I’m gonna pass out from this buzz.
As Yeo Woong stood, Han Yu Mi quickly stepped forward and planted herself right in front of Yeo Woong’s seat.
“Do you mind if I sit here? I’d like to talk more with Teacher Baek.”
Seeing Han Yu Mi’s bright, expectant smile, Yeo Woong simply nodded.
She knew “Teacher Baek” was just an excuse—Han Yu Mi really wanted to linger near Seol Ji Oh—but it didn’t matter.
After all, Yeo Woong herself had no confidence she could speak even a word to him.
How did it come to this? They’d been inseparable, practically like family…
Walking toward the restroom, Yeo Woong suddenly remembered the first day she’d met Seol Ji Oh.
When Yeo Woong was nine, her parents’ business took off, and she moved into what people commonly called “the rich neighborhood.”
She still remembered it clearly—the grand mansions lining every street, and how proudly her family settled into one of them.
On moving day, she met a boy who stood staring fixedly at her family.
His skin was as white as snow, his tiny face framed by strikingly vivid features—an otherworldly beauty she’d never seen before.
Apparently uncomfortable under her gaze, the boy darted straight back into his house—which happened to be right next door to hers.
Amazingly, he turned out to be in the same school, even the same class. His name was Seol Ji Oh.
Since their houses were adjacent, they saw each other every day going to and from school, and naturally grew close.
That’s when she learned: Seol Ji Oh’s parents were always busy and rarely home, and he hated returning to a house where only a housekeeper stayed.
So she invited him over.
“…Can I come again tomorrow?”
Just before leaving Yeo Woong’s gate, Seol Ji Oh slowed his steps noticeably and asked her. Without hesitation, Yeo Woong replied,
“Yeah. Come again.”
And so six years passed.
They were always together—until Yeo Woong’s family lost everything and fled that mansion.
“…”
Yeo Woong suddenly felt annoyed at Seol Ji Oh. Six years wasn’t such a short time. Just the meals he’d eaten at her house over those years—how could he possibly not remember her?
She stared straight into the mirror.
Had she changed that much?
When Yeo Woong removed her hat, a tightly gelled, slicked-back bun was revealed—without a single stray hair.
Her eyes were sunken from exhaustion, and her face and neck were flushed tomato-red from the alcohol.
She looked pitiful.
No wonder he didn’t recognize me.
Yeo Woong pulled her hat back on. But even if her face had changed, his complete lack of reaction to her name still seemed odd. It wasn’t exactly a forgettable name.
Suddenly, she recalled Seol Ji Oh’s subtle expression as he repeated her name under his breath.
Could it be…
Her eyes widened as the thought flashed through her mind.
Was he pretending not to know me on purpose?
Did he recognize me but feel too embarrassed to admit we used to be friends?
Ugh…
Yeo Woong bit her lip tightly. If that were true…
She couldn’t bear to stay here another second.
Forcing her wobbly body as straight as possible, she headed back to her seat. Seo Ga Ram had already moved to another table.
With no one to hold her back, Yeo Woong thought, good—it worked out. She picked up her bag from the floor and slung it carelessly over her shoulder. As she headed toward the exit, her vision kept spinning from the alcohol.
When she opened the door, she found herself face-to-face with Seol Ji Oh, who was smoking outside.
Why are you here…?
Ah, right—I’m the one leaving.
Yeo Woong blinked in confusion, then instinctively bowed politely.
Seol Ji Oh gave a slight nod in return.
What? Since when do you smoke?
Seol Ji Oh took the cigarette from his lips and said,
“Leaving already?”
To Yeo Woong, the scene unfolded in slow motion. She narrowed her eyes, studying him.
He really plans to keep pretending, even here with no one else around…
Swallowing her disappointment, she looked up at Seol Ji Oh—who stood much taller than her—and replied with robotic sluggishness.
“…Yes. It was nice meeting you.”
Unconsciously, her voice trailed off at the end. It tasted bitter—this encounter with an old friend ending like this. And she still couldn’t fully believe it was real.
Shaking her dizzy head, Yeo Woong turned to leave.
Suddenly, a soft chuckle sounded from behind her. Yeo Woong froze instantly, like ice.
What? Did he just laugh?
For a moment, she felt mocked by him, heat surging up inside her.
So you knew all along…!!
Just as Yeo Woong turned to confront him, Seol Ji Oh—who’d quietly closed the distance—snatched the bag dangling from her back.
“Huh?! What are you—?!”
Yeo Woong, eyes wide, grabbed the strap as he tried to pull it away and shouted. Seol Ji Oh pressed his lips together as if stifling a laugh, then said to her,
“You wore your bag upside down. It’s dangerous walking like that—anyone would think you’re a drunk woman.”
He sounded genuinely concerned. Yeo Woong stared at him, dumbfounded.
Seriously. What does he take me for?
“No…”
Wait—Who turned my bag upside down? I definitely put it on properly!
Doubtful, Yeo Woong examined the bag. Embarrassed, she snatched it from his hands and adjusted it correctly.
Even as she did so, her body swayed unsteadily several times. Seol Ji Oh watched her, a hint of worry in his eyes.
“Shall I call you a taxi? You seem… pretty drunk.”
“I’m fine. Totally fine.”
Her slurred speech suggested otherwise. Yeo Woong turned and stomped off briskly. Though she intended to walk straight, her feet kept veering sideways like a crab.
She bit her lip hard.
Her vision spun, her face burned, she needed to get home—but she didn’t even know where she was. And above all…
Her heart ached deeply. No matter how shabby she looked now, she couldn’t understand why Seol Ji Oh would pretend not to know her after all this time.
Did the years they’d shared mean nothing to him?
Suddenly overwhelmed with sadness, Yeo Woong stopped walking. Even if it wasn’t some tearful reunion, completely ignoring each other like this felt too cruel.
She wanted to ask him—why—even if it hurt.
Clenching her fists tightly, she spun around abruptly.
“Hey!!!”
Her face flushed crimson, she yelled at Seol Ji Oh. Stumbling toward him, she looked up into his face and demanded,
“Why are you pretending not to know me?!”
Seol Ji Oh froze, his lips slightly parted as he stared at her. His blinking eyes flickered with clear bewilderment.
“…What are you talking about?”
“I’m Yeo Woong! Yeo Woong!!!”
“Am I… supposed to know you?”
At his words, Yeo Woong’s eyes widened, and she stared at him speechlessly. Seol Ji Oh, frowning with confusion, looked down at her as if utterly baffled.
They locked eyes, blinking in mutual shock—until suddenly Yeo Woong bit her lip.
Then, with one hand, she hastily covered her mouth. After moving too violently in such a short time, her stomach churned violently.
Seol Ji Oh stared at her with a “you can’t be serious” expression—and didn’t even step back in time.
At the critical moment, Yeo Woong twisted her body urgently.
“Ugh…!!”
After vomiting thoroughly into a corner, Yeo Woong only regained her senses once the heaving finally stopped. An alarm blared loudly in her head.
I’ve lost it. What did I just do?
Feeling her hair stand on end, she slowly turned her head toward Seol Ji Oh—and saw it. The… evidence of her… on his pants.
Her mouth fell open. At the same moment, Seol Ji Oh’s cigarette dropped to the ground.
“What… kind of behavior is this?”
His voice turned icy.
“I-I’m so sorry!”
Apologizing profusely, Yeo Woong bent her head to check his pants—but Seol Ji Oh jerked back with an irritated motion, causing her to lose balance and tumble to the floor.
“Ugh…”
Yeo Woong sat on the ground, clutching her dizzy head. Everything was a mess.
Watching this, Seol Ji Oh sighed as if utterly exasperated, then pressed a finger to his temple.
“Hey. Get up.”
“A-ah, I’m sorry. Really sorry…”
“Get up, I said! Do you want photos taken?”
His voice sharpened. As a celebrity of Seol Ji Oh’s caliber, paparazzi might snap pictures from hundreds of meters away.
The image of him leaving a woman collapsed on the ground wouldn’t look good. Startled, Yeo Woong scrambled to her feet. Seol Ji Oh pulled out his phone and dialed someone.
“Manager, come here right away. Bring clothes—yes, full set, top to bottom.”
While Seol Ji Oh was on the call, Yeo Woong looked up at him, nervously biting her nails.
After ending the call, Seol Ji Oh let out a sigh and looked at Yeo Woong. Their eyes met, and Yeo Woong instinctively bowed her head again to apologize—causing her body to sway once more.
“Hah…”
Seol Ji Oh exhaled deeply, clear wrinkles creasing his brow.
“Yeo Woong. I’ll accept your apology when you’re sober. And please be sure to pay for the dry cleaning.”
He pulled a business card from his pocket and placed it in Yeo Woong’s hand. Then he got into the black car that had just arrived—and left without another word.
“Ah… I’m ruined.”
Yeo Woong wished she could sink right into the earth.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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