To You Who Found Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Bong Gi stole a glance at the back seat through the rearview mirror while they were stopped at a red light. Since getting in the car, there hadn’t been a single sound from the back—not even breathing. Ji Ho’s reflection in the window was utterly expressionless.
‘Then I’ll see you at the first shoot.’
Ji Ho recalled Hye Yoon’s farewell in the parking lot. Each memory played out like individual film frames, and with every passing scene came a faint, grating sound.
Her hair swaying as she turned away. Footsteps as light as falling petals. Her fading scent, her shrinking silhouette—and that man watching him from afar with guarded eyes. Hye Yoon stopping beside him as if he were her final destination.
His chest felt unbearably tight.
“Ji Ho, you are listening, right?”
“…Sorry. What did you say?”
Though his words apologized, Ji Ho’s expression remained icy and unreadable. Bong Gi cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I was just talking about that person Writer Jang was waiting for earlier. I wondered if they were really just friends.”
“…I guess so.”
His voice carried a sharp edge, and his eyes instantly turned piercing. Even Bong Gi, sitting in the driver’s seat, felt the hairs on his neck stand on end.
Grateful for the newly changed signal, he smoothly pressed the accelerator. He, too, had been thinking about Woo Jun. While Ji Ho was wrestling with unfamiliar, surging emotions, Bong Gi had been quietly gathering rational thoughts one by one.
“Right? If she’s seeing someone, she wouldn’t have confirmed dating rumors with you.”
“…”
Ji Ho’s tongue pressed hard against the inside of his right cheek. Inside the quiet car, the turn signal emitted a steady, rhythmic clicking sound.
“Since she didn’t have a separate access pass, she must’ve come in with him… Next time I see her, I should tell her to be more careful. A friend who waits three hours in a car is practically asking for misunderstandings.”
Bong Gi tapped the steering wheel lightly in time with the clicking sound.
The best course of action right now was to cleanly pretend to date, and then cleanly pretend to break up. They couldn’t afford any further distractions that might draw unwanted attention.
Whether Hye Yoon and that man were merely friends or something more—it was their problem to sort out after the breakup announcement.
At least, that’s how Bong Gi saw it.
“By the way, Mom called. She said she made some side dishes, so I told her I’d visit this weekend.”
He tilted his chin up as the thought suddenly struck him.
“Truth is, she called because she’s curious about the dating rumor. She’s only ever texted about side dishes once every two weeks for the past few years.”
“…”
“I just made something up. Told her you seemed like a kind woman—she was happy to hear that.”
Ji Ho gave a faint nod. He wasn’t exactly a doting son, but honestly, most Korean men were like that—nothing unusual about it.
The only unique thing about Ji Ho and his mother was that her exceptionally handsome son had now outgrown Korea and become a globally renowned actor.
Which occasionally led to pointless nitpicking like, “He was raised by his biological mother and her remarried husband…” or “He has much younger half-siblings…”
That was the only personal detail about Ji Ho known to the public.
“You should call her yourself. She’d probably like to hear directly from you.”
“…Yeah.”
Ji Ho quietly rolled down the window. The sky was gradually turning red, as if the sun were preparing to set.
His eyes resembled those of a child desperately clutching his father’s pant leg, begging him not to leave.
“Ugh… It’s this building?”
Hye Yoon sighed, alternating her gaze between her phone’s map and the building. Frustrated that she’d circled around for twenty minutes despite the building being right in front of her, yet this kind of frustration had become routine.
On the second floor was the costume studio Min Woo had told her about.
Click—
“…How did you find this place?”
“I’m here for Director Kim Min Woo’s drama.”
As she stepped inside, a woman quietly emerged from behind a curtain near what looked like a reception desk and spoke to Hye Yoon.
The waiting area had a few long sofas, and every room door had a gap of about an inch at the top and bottom. Bright light spilled noticeably through those openings.
“Just a moment.”
The woman, wearing a thimble cushion on her wrist, disappeared back behind the curtain. Hye Yoon glanced around and paced near a long brown sofa. The cushions were faded only in the middle. Two women, who seemed to have arrived earlier, were chatting—but there was still enough space for several more people.
“Oh, right!”
Just then, the woman reappeared, parting the curtain again. This time, the rustling sound was much louder, and her previously listless voice suddenly rang out sharply.
“You’re here for , right?”
“…Yes.”
“I thought so… You looked really familiar.”
That single remark sparked a shift in the waiting room’s atmosphere—it grew gradually warmer, then suddenly hot. The staff now had an excuse to openly stare at Hye Yoon, while the two women on the sofa fell completely silent, too busy watching to speak.
“Please go into Room 2. The Stylist will be right in. We were actually expecting you today.”
“Thank you.”
Hye Yoon awkwardly made her way inside. Every movement of her legs felt scrutinized. Is this how celebrities live every day—under such intense stares? She suddenly grew curious about the well-being of people she’d never met.
Inside Room 2 were a large mirror, cabinet-like tables for storage, and several clothing racks hanging full of outfits along one wall. Hye Yoon scanned the clothes with wide-eyed wonder—every new place made her feel like a child again, eyes bright and sparkling.
“That’s definitely Jang Hye Yoon, right?”
“Keep your voice down. She can hear everything.”
Unfortunately, the one-inch gaps at the top and bottom of the doors failed miserably at their purpose. Hye Yoon found herself nodding unconsciously, as if to confirm that yes, she could hear everything.
“How do you even get to date someone like Ahn Ji Ho? That’s insane.”
Now that she’d already drawn attention, lowering their voices outside wouldn’t stop her from focusing in. Hye Yoon froze mid-motion and pricked up her ears.
“The rumor’s already spread everywhere. Haven’t you heard?”
“What rumor?”
‘Rumor?’
Hye Yoon quickly straightened her head, which had been tilted in confusion. Honestly, she wanted to press her ear against the door—but fearing they might hear her footsteps just as clearly as she heard their whispers, she simply leaned against the wall.
“They say Jang Hye Yoon is the daughter of a super-rich family.”
“Oh, I heard that too.”
Hye Yoon stood with her arms crossed and a sulk on her face. Her downturned mouth resembled a grumpy crescent moon, and little walnut-like dimples formed under her chin.
‘Hmm… I wasn’t born into a rich family, but I did become rich enough to buy my mom a house—so I guess that’s half true.’
Surprisingly, she found herself mentally verifying whether their gossip actually matched her real situation. Fortunately, this level of talk didn’t upset her mood.
Not yet, at least.
“They’re dating because of Jang Hye Yoon—she apparently clung to him really hard.”
‘That’s also… half true, I guess.’
She shifted her weight further onto one hip, repeatedly tapping her toe lightly against the floor. Though their words didn’t capture the exact truth, even she believed she was the reason behind this fake relationship.
It was Ahn Ji Ho’s choice to cover up Jang Hye Yoon’s mistake. So, the phrase “They’re dating because of Jang Hye Yoon” was entirely accurate.
And that stung a little. The walnut dimple under her chin now looked distinctly sorrowful.
“Really? But would anyone actually date someone just because they clung to them? I know at least ten actresses, singers, and models who’ve thrown themselves at Ahn Ji Ho—just this year alone.”
“That’s why you’re an idiot…”
The speaker’s voice abruptly cut off. Hye Yoon stopped tapping her foot, puzzled. Now she desperately wanted to hear the rest, regardless of whether they realized she was listening.
After about three seconds of silence, an even quieter voice slipped through the door like a whisper.
“…Supposedly, Jang Hye Yoon’s side took and released those photos. Didn’t you see the article? Those weren’t paparazzi shots—they even calculated the lighting and angles before taking them.”
“Now that you mention it… those photos were so perfect people went crazy, right? Some even called it a couple’s photoshoot.”
Bang!
“Wow! That’s unacceptable!”
Hye Yoon slammed her right foot down hard. Her arms uncrossed as the bottled-up frustration inside her burst out. Heat surged through her clenched fists, and she stomped toward the door.
At the very least, she wanted to say: “Not a single word of that last part is true!”
Creak—
But she stopped dead after just two steps.
“Huh? What’s unacceptable? Did you get mad from waiting so long?”
The Stylist, who had just entered, greeted her as if soothing a child. A middle-aged woman with a plump, kind face and elegantly gathered gray hair that suited her perfectly.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just… lost in thought.”
Hye Yoon vaguely trailed off. But the clear frustration etched into her sharp features was obvious even to the Stylist.
“Right. You need to let your mind wander sometimes—it helps you breathe. Everyone’s probably tearing into you right now, huh?”
The Stylist turned slightly toward the door and raised her voice, making sure her words carried clearly. Only then did the tension drain from Hye Yoon’s fists—and the few lingering drops of injustice finally fell away.
“Want to take a look at the school uniform designs? Director Kim said we’d go with whatever you prefer.”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
The Stylist brushed past Hye Yoon and stopped in front of a clothing rack. Her hands moved deftly through the garments, yet her tone remained warm.
“Though I suppose… it’s not really my place to say this.”
“Say what?”
“Truth is, I was really excited to meet you today. You know you’re the biggest celebrity in Korea right now—bigger than Ji Ho, even.”
The Stylist handed Hye Yoon a garment bag wrapped in plastic and pointed to an empty rack. Hye Yoon nodded and helped her organize the clothes.
“…You must be disappointed.”
Watching the Stylist quietly sort through the outfits, Hye Yoon spoke softly. For some reason, despite never meeting her before, she felt no hostility from this woman.
“Disappointed? Don’t be silly.”
The Stylist handed her another hanger and smiled warmly.
“When you meet someone polite and upright, don’t they seem a bit boring? Or… not? Is Ji Ho okay because his face is interesting?”
“Hmm… It’s not his face—Ji Ho is just fun in general.”
“Fun?”
Having found the last uniform, the Stylist now walked toward a rack holding two garment bags and turned to Hye Yoon, her small but sharp eyes twinkling beneath droopy lids.
“Yes. Ji Ho is surprisingly fun—he’s great at joking around too.”
She held back the rest—‘He’s always kind, smiles warmly, and feels so warm’—thinking it sounded too exaggerated. But keeping it inside made her chest swell pleasantly.
“That’s because you’ve colored him that way.”
“…Me?”
Seeing Hye Yoon’s bewildered expression, the Stylist gave a knowing smile. Her fingers peeled off the plastic covers from the uniforms as lightly as her laughter.
“Yeah. I’ve never met anyone who described Ji Ho like that before.”
Under the Stylist’s patient gaze, Hye Yoon’s lips parted slightly—but no ordinary reply came easily. Only her cheeks flushed prettily in response.
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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