In This Life, I Want an Oscar, Not a Husband - Chapter 99

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This life, I choose The Oscars over a husband.
Chapter 99

“Why are you staring at me like that?”
Go Heung-jae tilted his head as he looked down at me.
Only then did I realize my gaze had been fixed on him.
Of course, I’d actually been looking at the Wiki page.
I laughed awkwardly and replied.
“Oh, well… I was just getting into the right emotional state for the next shoot.”
At that, Go Heung-jae spoke as if surprised.
“You really don’t know anything but work, do you? Take it easy. You’re young so you don’t realize it, but when you get older, all that catches up to you as illness.”
“Ha ha. Yes, well.”
As if there was that much of an age gap between us.
And if you counted my age from before the regression, I was actually older than you, Heung-jae.
I smiled knowingly at that thought.
Why, you ask?
Because I could now have “steel-like stamina.”
Because I now had “Wiki editing rights!”

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One week later.
“Eun-rae is… truly remarkable… How do you never rest on the film set?”
“She doesn’t seem bothered by the heat either. It’s incredibly hot here.”
“That’s not it—it’s her character. She never shows any sign of exhaustion and supports everyone else.”
During that week of filming, I received praise from several staff members.
My eyes were bright even during dawn shoots, and while I attended to every small detail myself during filming, I never showed a hint of fatigue.
But truly…
‘I’m not even tired.’
Of course not—I’d edited the Wiki!

8. Ha Eun-rae – Trivia
She is said to have steel-like stamina, making her resilient to both cold and heat.

I’d wanted to include something about acting too, but that got rejected.
Apparently, multiple pieces of content can’t go into a single category.
‘Tsk.’
What a shame.
Still, thanks to it, filming for the Drama Production became considerably smoother, so I was satisfied.
And then, another week passed.
The time had come to resolve something I’d been putting off all this while.

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[I’ve arrived at the restaurant, Director.]

Upon arriving at a Korean restaurant in Cheongdam-dong, I sent a message to Park Seo-woo.
I had no idea how many months I’d been postponing my promise with Park Seo-woo.
Park Seo-woo was busy as an assistant director on The Apartment and preparing for “Us, Kim Ji-hyun,” and I was busy with filming, so we couldn’t properly schedule a meeting.
“May I have the name for the reservation?”
The restaurant manager was about to ask me when he caught sight of my face and flinched.
“That… could you possibly be….”
Ah, he recognized me.
I thought he wouldn’t recognize me since I wasn’t wearing makeup.
That was when it happened.
Park Seo-woo’s voice came from behind.
“Ha Eun-rae, noona.”
At Park Seo-woo’s words, I tilted my head in confusion.
But I soon realized.
Ah, so I’m ‘Ha Eun-rae, noona’ to him.
“Oh, Seo-woo.”
At my response, Park Seo-woo smiled faintly.
Why is he smiling?
He’s the one who called me ‘noona’ in the first place.
Meanwhile, the manager, having heard my response, lost interest in me.
It seemed he’d categorized me as an ordinary person who merely resembled Ha Eun-rae.
In fact, most people often fail to recognize celebrities even when they see them.
When they see someone without their hair and makeup done, the image doesn’t immediately match what they see on screen, and besides, people inherently think, ‘Surely that can’t be a celebrity.’
Park Seo-woo had exploited exactly that.
We were soon guided to a private room.
“Let’s go in, noona.”
At Park Seo-woo’s words, I smiled slightly.
‘I suppose I am a noona, technically….’
Park Seo-woo calling me noona—what an odd thing.
This is really strange.
“You’re not going to keep calling me sister, are you?”
I asked after watching the Manager leave.
Park Seo-woo tilted his head at my question.
“Does it bother you? You are my older sister, though.”
“Yes. It bothers me.”
I answered quickly.
It bothers me far too much.
“Understood, Actress.”
Park Seo-woo didn’t insist.
He promptly pulled out a chair for me.
I gazed at his palm.
The wound had healed, but the scar remained.
“What did the hospital say? That it would leave a mark?”
“No. They said it wouldn’t leave one.”
Park Seo-woo spoke with an expressionless face.
But now I understand.
This man….
“That’s a lie, isn’t it?”
He lies well.
“….”
Park Seo-woo remained silent for a moment before speaking.
“I haven’t been to a Dermatology Clinic yet.”
“…I’ll tell you where I go often, so please visit.”
It really was a lie.
As I furrowed my brow, Park Seo-woo—
“Yes.”
He didn’t insist this time either.
Like someone who had decided to listen to everything I say.
‘Compared to the old Park Seo-woo, is he even the same person?’
Whatever the case, it’s fortunate.

“Do you have any regrets?”

“Haven’t you ever thought about going back? Is family really… that important?”

Things have changed since then—both my relationship with Park Seo-woo and my circumstances.
Now that I think about it, didn’t everything turn out exactly as Park Seo-woo said it would?
I’ve reversed everything.
With that thought, I placed the shopping bag on the table.
“This is a gift for the Director. I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while, but we haven’t had the chance to meet.”
I handed over the gift I’d purchased from Bella Simo.
“I hope you like it.”
Park Seo-woo stared at the shopping bag for a moment before pulling it toward himself.
“Thank you.”
What’s with that muted reaction?
Usually he responds more enthusiastically, doesn’t he?
Or does he seem a bit stiff?
“You can open it if you’d like.”
At my words, Park Seo-woo finally opened the shopping bag.
Inside the beautifully wrapped box was a camera bag I’d chosen with Kang Ye-reum’s help.
It was a camera bag I thought would suit Park Seo-woo.
“I heard you can use it when storing cameras or just as a regular bag, but when I saw it, it immediately reminded me of you. You carry a camera around so often, after all.”
At my words, Park Seo-woo smiled faintly.
He gently ran his hand over the bag as he spoke.
“You remember such things. Even though you forget everything else.”
“Pardon?”
I furrowed my brow, sensing the bitterness in his voice.
Park Seo-woo lifted his head.
It must have been my imagination—there was no trace of bitterness on his face.
“Thank you. I’ll use it well. But if this was about the hand thing, you don’t need to worry about that anymore.”
I tilted my head at his words.
“This bag isn’t about the hand thing, though?”
I said this while looking at Park Seo-woo.
“This meal is about the hand thing, but the bag is…”
I laughed sheepishly and continued.
“A bribe. I read the script for ‘Us, Kim Ji-hyun.'”
Well, it’s the truth anyway.
The script was really entertaining.
It seems a bit different from the film I saw in my previous life.
‘I suppose it changed because I became the lead.’
To think I’ve influenced Park Seo-woo’s filmography—the one that will win him The Oscars. The responsibility is quite heavy.
“The script is so good that I’m grateful you gave me the role. Thank you for understanding the filming delays because of the drama.”
“That’s only natural. I was able to write that scenario because of you.”
“Excuse me?”
He was able to write the scenario because of me?
“Both ‘Dear Kim Ji-hyun’ and ‘Us, Kim Ji-hyun’ were scenarios I wrote thanks to you.”
Park Seo-woo gazed at me sitting across from him with an impassive expression.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have written them, or I would have finished them much later. And….”
Park Seo-woo tightened his grip on the water glass, his knuckles turning white as he continued.
“They would have been far less compelling. Because you wouldn’t have been the lead.”
Something stirred oddly within me at those words.
Did I really have that much influence over Park Seo-woo? Why?
Then, suddenly, a distant memory flickered through my mind.

“I got cast in a Park Seo-woo film?”

Back when I occupied the passenger seat of Kim Do-woon’s sports car.
Back when his car’s Bluetooth was always connected to my phone, and driving across Hangang Bridge with him was my only solace.

“Park Seo-woo…?”
“Yeah. He’s been annoying from way back, and he kept insisting the script for this project was written with you in mind—that he wanted to work with you. Weird, right?”

I recalled how Kim Do-woon’s expression had twisted strangely at that moment.
A renowned director had written a script with me in mind, so why had Kim Do-woon made such a face?
Was he just some insecure lunatic who hated seeing his girlfriend succeed?
Well… that could have been it.
But—
Why had Park Seo-woo written that script with me in mind back then?
So without thinking, I found myself asking Park Seo-woo.
“What is it about me that you like?”
“….”
At my question, Park Seo-woo, who had been tilting his water glass, sputtered and spat out the water.
Seeing that, I too was taken aback.
No, that’s not what I meant.

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