I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 288

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Chapter 288

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“Oh my goodness. How embarrassing…”

At Huijae’s firm insistence on taking her home, the Woman had no choice but to invite Huijae to her shabby house.

Countless people were living in what looked like a crumbling shack about to collapse.

Everywhere the eye could see, there was something unidentifiable smeared about – it could hardly be called a home.

Huijae instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth at the musty stench, then hurriedly lowered it again.

“I have nothing to offer a guest. What to do when you’ve brought me here.”

“No, it’s fine.”

As Huijae stood awkwardly in the place with nowhere proper to sit, someone pushed through the shack entrance behind her.

“Didn’t you go to work? Oh my. Who is…?”

A Woman now full of white hair, her face deeply wrinkled with the passage of time. It was the Woman who had given Huijae her Joseon name.

The Woman looked at Huijae with eyes mixed with wariness toward someone who didn’t belong in such a place.

“Aunt! Miss Hanamura! Don’t you remember?”

“Hanamura…?”

Huijae’s heart overflowed with joy. Huijae grasped the rough, dirt-stained hands firmly.

“It’s me, Huijae.”

The warmth transmitted through both hands. The brightly smiling face. The Voice speaking Joseon words that were no longer awkward. The Woman immediately recalled the memory.

“Oh my goodness! Heavens. Heavens…”

“…Have you… been well?”

It was an awkward greeting. And for good reason – barely surviving day by day in this place where stench pierced the nose was certainly not ‘living well.’

Nevertheless, Huijae asked as written in the textbook she had once been given.

Have you been well?

“We’ve been fine. After you left like that, we worried so much about how you were living, but seeing your face like this is wonderful!”

“Aunt! Who is it?”

“Son, go away. You’re making noise!”

“Sister…”

Before long, people appeared around the noisy shack. A tiny Young Girl who only came up to Huijae’s knees approached and touched her hand.

Still affectionate Korean people. People faithful to each day without shame.

But why must these people be in such a place?

Huijae’s mind became complicated as she witnessed raw poverty for the first time.

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“Um…”

Huijae, wearing a white slip nightgown, hesitated as she walked toward the bed. Taejin, who had been reading a book with the lamp on, met her gaze affectionately.

“What’s wrong?”

“…”

“Has something come up that you need to ask?”

Taejin smiled playfully and closed his book. Huijae approached her Husband who was lightly patting the spot beside him and carefully sat on the edge of the bed.

“How wealthy are you?”

Taejin burst into laughter at the unexpected question.

Finding his wife adorable as she seemed to pout at his reaction, he brushed her hair aside and rubbed her cheek with the back of his hand.

“The question is wrong. You should ask how wealthy Madam is, not me. Everything that’s mine is yours.”

Huijae’s expression softened at Taejin’s words. Now she finally gathered courage to say what she wanted.

“I want to help people.”

Huijae confessed everything that had happened today. How she had hit a Woman with her car, and it turned out to be the Young Girl and Woman who had suffered in her place back in Jinhae, and how she wanted to help those women who were now living in poverty.

“That works out perfectly. We were short on people to help with household affairs. Isn’t this also fate?”

“…Is that so?”

“Perhaps past connections have returned because Madam has a kind heart.”

Taejin brought Huijae’s hand to his lips.

Even at her Husband’s affectionate gesture of kissing each finger joint intimately, Huijae bit her lip.

He’s a good husband. An excellent Man. Nevertheless…

“Yes, I’ll do that.”

Something stirred in Huijae’s heart.

Not a person.

She wanted to help ‘people.’

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The next day, Huijae woke up before Taejin and picked up the newspaper from the entrance.

Just as she was about to place it on the table with a cup of coffee for him to read easily.

Taeseok’s face was on the front page of the newspaper.

Great Success Started When He Held the M-1 Garand Rifle

[Poor Man from Jinhae Creates Bare-Handed Myth…]

Huijae, who had been reading the newspaper with a serious expression, was deep in thought about something. Behind her, Taejin had woken up and was simply watching her.

-Damn, did he notice?

-Just looking at Taejin makes me feel so sorry for him…ㅠ It’s a fucking Benz though

-Please make Huijae’s character a god-tier character until the end, Seok-hwan

ㄴIn the original, the cheating woman was killed by being hit by a car, but seeing how they’ve twisted it differently now, it seems like Heejae’s character will be a god-tier character until the endㅇㅇ

Taejin said nothing special, made no particular actions or expressions. He was quietly taking in his wife with his eyes. Over Huijae’s small shoulders, Taejin’s gaze met with the brightly smiling photo of Taeseok in the newspaper.

A few days later, Taeseok received a phone call. From the person he had waited for his entire life. A call from Huijae. Asking if he had time to meet once.

How could it not be fine when you’re calling me?

Taeseok couldn’t sleep. He was too excited to bear it.

He woke up early in the morning, applied pomade to slick back his hair, took out his best Shirt to wear, and even put a pin on his tie.

When will she come? The young Man with eyes that couldn’t hide his anticipation paced by the window.

In the Garden of the 2-story Western-style house, pear trees lined both sides. The flower petals holding the sweet spring fragrance swayed among themselves when the wind blew.

The greenery rustled as if tickling Taeseok’s heart.

Finally, Huijae was walking from far away. A Lady in a pink blouse and navy Skirt slowly took one step, then another… getting closer to him.

It felt as if spring had arrived in full.

“I came to see you because I have a favor to ask.”

“Yes, anything.”

I’ve succeeded this much now. Even if not as much as that Man beside you, I can make you happy in every way. I can take you to good places and give you good gifts.

Taeseok swallowed all the words that seemed ready to burst out like a seizure and calmed his violently beating heart.

Huijae, sitting across from him, slowly lifted her teacup. She silently took a sip of tea.

“I hear that CEO Gi has many fine clothes indeed. Countless precious blouses and skirts from overseas.”

At Huijae’s quiet Voice, Taeseok unconsciously nodded.

I wanted to dress you in them. He wanted to say those words.

“Currently, selling clothes imported from overseas is prohibited. So smuggled goods are rampant. Everyone is desperate to have high-quality clothing from overseas.”

“…”

“I need those things.”

But he was suddenly blocked.

Huijae’s expression was that of someone who had made some kind of firm resolution.

“So could CEO Gi perhaps give me the clothes you have as a gift? I’ll provide compensation separately. I just don’t want any trace of the transaction to remain.”

The sparkling wedding ring on Huijae’s fourth finger holding the pure white teacup painfully pierced Taeseok’s eyes.

Currently, Korea had to stake its life on exports. Because the economic foundation had completely collapsed.

But even in an atmosphere where the trend of luxury with imported goods was unacceptable, the upper classes were obsessed with pretty and expensive things.

Smuggled goods circulated secretly in the market. Huijae wanted to catch this blind money.

“I hear that supplies from the UN and United States pass through CEO Gi’s hands. Among them, there must be fabrics suitable for the wardrobes of the ladies of Jongno.”

For those who earn daily to eat daily.

For those who are faithful to each day despite everything.

For the Joseon people.

“I want to create a new market by perfectly copying overseas trends with the skills of domestic workers. Since they won’t be smuggled goods, people can wear them proudly even in official settings…”

Before Huijae could finish speaking, Taeseok stood up from his seat.

“…So you came because of that.”

The essence of being a businessman lay in skillfully telling lies. He firmly grasped the trembling end of his voice and managed his expression with composure.

“It’s not particularly precious to me. So there’s nothing to even consider about giving it as a gift.”

Taeseok deliberately acted nonchalant as he climbed the stairs. Striding up boldly to position himself at the 2nd floor railing, he threw down the neatly folded clothes.

“This should do.”

The beautiful outfit fluttered down like falling petals.

Just as they had made eye contact across the wall back then, Huijae and Taeseok now made eye contact across the railing.

“I’ll carefully select and send you new seasonal items.”

Taeseok grabbed the well-organized clothes all at once. This time he threw several pieces down below.

The meaningless gifts fell as if being discarded.

“Silk.”

I wanted to give all of this to you.

“Flannel.”

Though not in this way.

“Indian cotton.”

Still, I wanted to give it to you.

“Linen.”

Before long, clothes had piled up abundantly near Huijae. Like a place where flowers had bloomed brightly and then fallen.

“I’ll give you everything.”

-Wow they did this scene like this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅠㅠㅠ this is insane

-In the original it was really a bright atmosphere.. but considering the Korean setting back then, this is right

-Jihaebeom with tears pooling in just one eye, that detail is insane. Do your hair with pomade and please cry at least once

ㄴ When saying “flannel” the way you swallow the ending sound inward is so fucking good ah please make me cry more

It was as Writer An had expected. The viewership rating reached 27%.

-Wait, we’re only halfway through and it’s already like this? Won’t the ratings hit 30% later? lol

For real, how do I escape from this ㅠㅠ I’m just gonna trust and stick with it until the end

-Since Taeseok isn’t focused on just one person, the immersion will be incredible toward the latter half

-Holy crap our Heejae is so precious ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ our Heejae is doing so well ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Eun Baekhap was no longer playing the adult version of ‘young Huijae.’ She was another Huijae entirely.

“At this rate, Han Yeoreum is really in danger.”

One of the reporters from Daily Media said this, and several nodded their heads.

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