In This Life I Will Die as an Actress Not a Villainess Chapter 130

The very next scene was one Han Sena would film alone.

Lee Seonho stood in front of the monitor during standby time, watching Han Sena.

That thrilling sensation from matching chemistry with her earlier still hadn’t left his body.

It was the first time he’d ever felt this kind of connection.

He’d filmed romantic comedies with top stars more than ten times, but never had he experienced tension like this.

‘What exactly does she do?’

Lee Seonho quietly watched, anticipating Han Sena’s next performance.

Yu Dayang’s home.

Filming began, and Yu Dayang carried an armful of gifts from fans before scattering them across the sofa.

Even in those movements, there was no trace of Han Sena.

Yu Dayang’s characteristic indifferent gestures and gaze.

Yet her touch revealed love for her fans.

Lee Seonho couldn’t help but marvel internally at each detailed aspect.

Yu Dayang examined luxury perfume, accessories, and high-end bakery desserts the fans had given her, then looked at a duck plushie that had fallen into the corner.

A note was attached to the duck plushie.

‘Unnie, your acting gave me hope for life. Thank you.’

Yu Dayang looked at the note and smiled for the first time.

Then casually placed the duck in a corner of the sofa.

Lee Seonho held his breath, waiting for the next scene.

A moment later.

In the darkened room, Han Sena opened her eyes.

Han Sena sat up and swept the room once with an expressionless face.

“…!”

Lee Seonho and Director Shin Cheolwon made identical expressions simultaneously.

Han Sena was expressing a personality change through her expression alone.

Han Sena instantly transformed into Yu Hayeong and walked toward the living room as if possessed.

Under bluish lighting…

Yu Hayeong, who’d been glaring at herself in the mirror, picked up scissors.

Then whirled around and headed for the sofa.

Yu Hayeong began shredding the plushie with the scissors.

The plushie’s covering tore away as stuffing burst out.

After destroying the plushie beyond recognition, Yu Hayeong exhaled deeply as if relieved.

Then opened the luxury perfume and poured it over the plushie before carelessly draping accessories on top.

Lee Seonho furrowed his brow watching this Yu Hayeong.

Chills ran through him.

That wasn’t all.

This scene was clearly eerie and grotesque, yet…

‘It’s scary but somehow doesn’t feel frightening. Like she’s jealous of the love Yu Dayang receives. Like she’s afraid of disappearing.’

Yu Hayeong seemed pitiful.

It was an emotion he’d never felt toward Yu Hayeong while reading the script.

Yu Hayeong’s eyes catching the blue light and sparkling had turned red.

Even when the director, equally startled, instructed filming from various angles, Han Sena didn’t falter.

Madness, anxiety, jealousy, and heavy depression revealed themselves holographically moment by moment.

And then the next scene.

The following morning, Yu Dayang woke up from bed again.

Phone rings that seemed to belong to her manager rang endlessly. Yu Dayang walked irritably into the living room.

Then Yu Dayang, who’d been frowning deeply, stopped cold when she saw the state of the living room.

“……”

Shock and terror instantly settled into Yu Dayang’s eyes.

Yu Dayang reached out with trembling hands toward the duck plushie.

But at that moment.

“What is this!”

Her voice tone rose sharply as Yu Dayang suddenly made a tearful face.

“……!!”

Lee Eunje instantly burst out.

Lee Eunje, who loved everything from animals to plants, dolls, and all cute things, couldn’t stand such a sight.

Han Sena instantly wore a child-like expression while gripping the destroyed duck plushie and shedding tears.

“Bad girl. Mean girl! Duck, I’m sorry.”

Han Sena collapsed on the spot and buried her face in the sofa.

“Ugh, seriously annoying. That creepy bitch.”

With just her expressions, gestures, and speech patterns, Han Sena instantly became different people as if multiple souls were flitting through.

“C-cut. Okay!!!”

Director Shin Cheolwon jumped up from his seat.

* * *

Meanwhile, another person was watching Han Sena with eyes full of admiration.

SCBS Media Business Department Manager Park Chanki had been crouched in a corner of the set with his cap pulled low for half a day.

Staff members glanced at him as they passed by.

Park Chanki cleared his throat self-consciously and pulled his cap even lower.

Manager Seo from production company Haechi had attended the first script reading, then returned insisting they needed to sell this drama expensively while making such a fuss that Park Chanki had secretly come to observe.

Director Shin Cheolwon, with whom he was acquainted, had readily permitted him to watch, which made things even more complicated.

But what if he hadn’t come?

Park Chanki stared dazedly at Han Sena and Lee Seonho in the distance.

‘What the hell? You’re supposedly a chaebol. Are you a stalker?’

‘You’d be the stalker.’

‘What are you doing right now?’

‘Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?’

‘What are you? Do you have multiple personalities?’

Park Chanki had been watching the set in a daze for hours as if he were an actual viewer.

Forgetting all about work.

The chemistry between the two, their face compatibility, synergy, acting skills, and dialogue delivery were all excellent, and Han Sena was leading and embracing the entire set.

Throughout watching, only one thought filled his mind.

‘This is interesting.’

He’d been inwardly curious about this unusual case of a rookie writer’s work with two stars attached.

But he hadn’t anticipated this explosive energy at all.

Park Chanki’s legs bounced restlessly.

He needed to share this news quickly.

The moment staff announced a brief break from a distance, Park Chanki jumped up from his seat.

Then made a phone call while leaving the set.

* * *

A few days later.

Filming flowed smoothly like water without any issues.

Everyone’s condition was at its peak, and satisfaction with the footage was at its peak too.

The good mood had kept me humming all along.

Even the staff completely burst out laughing during today’s key scene.

Ten minutes ago’s filming.

In bed, snoring loudly while thrashing bizarrely in sleep…

Something touched my fingertips and I opened my eyes with a frown.

“Mmm?”

I rubbed my eyes.

Am I seeing things?

What I’d been touching with my right hand was Kang Jio’s face, all scrunched up as he slept.

My eyes opened as I started distinguishing whether this was reality or a dream.

A moment later, the instant I realized this was reality, I froze in shock.

Just then, Kang Jio sensed something off and opened his eyes abruptly.

Our eyes met while frozen like that.

3, 2, 1.

Exactly three seconds later.

“Kyaaah!!!”

“Aaaah!!!”

Kang Jio and I simultaneously bounced up from the bed like springs.

While we screamed with everything we had, Kang Jio fell backward and scrambled away desperately.

A complete pandemonium comedy show.

During the performance, I caught sight of Lee Seonho’s gestures skillfully amplifying the comedic situation.

Lee Seonho’s shrill screaming almost made me burst out laughing.

No.

The flow’s good right now, so absolutely no NGs!!

I thought he was incredible internally.

How can he act so well?

Whether comedy or sadness or romance.

Lee Seonho didn’t have a single weak spot.

Just then, Kang Jio jumped up from his spot and gasped for breath.

“I’m, I’m calling the police.”

I made a completely incredulous expression.

“What? Police? Who should be saying that here, you stalker…”

“Stalker? Ha.”

Kang Jio cut off my words with a hollow laugh.

“Why don’t you look around?”

At Kang Jio’s words, I stopped making a fuss and nervously shifted my pupils sideways.

Instead of Yu Dayang’s home, the unfamiliar interior of Kang Jio’s home entered my view.

“…!”

Below the bed, liquor bottles and outerwear were scattered about.

But Kang Jio also discovered this and made a flustered expression.

“What the hell is all this?”

As Kang Jio rapidly processed his thoughts, his severed memory seemed to return as he looked at me and his face flushed bright red.

Seriously, he was Korea’s number one at blushing acting.

Kang Jio spoke in a trembling voice.

“Y-you came first asking to drink.”

“What? Me?”

I asked back blankly, and Kang Jio scowled at me.

“Yeah. You even knew my apartment’s entry code and barged in!”

“What?? Me??”

I had absolutely no memory of this.

Naturally.

Because a different personality had done it.

“Are you going to do that memory loss cosplay again from last time? Are you living in delusion thinking you’re a drama heroine in real life too? What’s wrong with your head?”

Kang Jio kept spilling the frustration he’d been holding in.

I looked around the apartment again and made an expression showing I finally understood what happened.

Baek Jangmi.

Only Baek Jangmi could have pulled something like this.

I bit my lip tightly.

Just then, Kang Jio asked in a low, subdued voice.

“Why do you keep confusing people?”

I raised my head to look at Kang Jio.

“What?”

Kang Jio continued irritably.

“Some days you say you like me, that you fell for me at first sight. Other days you act cold like you’re meeting me for the first time. And today.”

He couldn’t finish the rest.

I looked at Kang Jio and made a dumbfounded expression.

Roughly a ‘this is bad’ expression.

I’d realized that Kang Jio had been swayed by me, even if briefly.

Lee Seonho was expressing that brilliantly right now.

I could feel a hurt man’s heart within his angry appearance.

It felt like Kang Jio, who’d been with me throughout the script world, was coming alive and breathing again.

I felt so glad to see Kang Jio’s sharp-edged appearance.

Enough to want to go embrace him.

I briefly forgot I was acting and stared at Lee Seonho.

“Is this easy for you?”

“…”

“You’re only seeing me… right?”

“……”

Kang Jio, who’d been looking at my silent self, turned away with an angry face.

Silence filled the bedroom for a moment.

Kang Jio spoke quietly.

“Get out.”

I stood there staring at Kang Jio’s back for a long while.

“Cut!! Okay! Wow, seriously fun!”

This time too, the okay signal came.

The fastest filming since my debut was unfolding.

Not just me, but Lee Seonho was also receiving staff praise by getting okay signals for every take.

The director and staff sent applause.

I smiled awkwardly while receiving that applause.

Lee Seonho whirled around to look at me and grinned widely.

Seeing that face snapped me back to my senses.

Not Kang Jio but Lee Seonho.

Not a script character but an actor.

I’d almost gotten confused for a moment while immersed in the performance.

“Sena-ssi, I almost burst out laughing during your screaming.”

Lee Seonho joked around.

I also responded with a laugh.

“Same here.”

* * *

That evening.

‘Director, NetMate’s global business division and Chinese ShowMedia headquarters have decided to visit.’

After finishing filming, Director Shin dragged his exhausted body into his car to take a call from Park Chanki.

“NetMate’s suddenly interested?”

Shin Cheolwon’s eyes widened with surprise at unexpected news amid his fatigue.

Park Chanki, who’d been spreading extreme praise everywhere after watching filming last time, was grinding his teeth to make <Say Your Name> explode.

Especially regarding overseas distribution rights.

‘It’s such good fortune that we only sold SCBS the broadcast rights and kept the IP.’

Park Chanki continued delivering news.

‘Originally business representatives from Vietnam, Hong Kong, and Japan were supposed to come. But suddenly NetMate expressed interest in purchasing all global broadcast rights.’

While listening, Shin Cheolwon fell into thought.

NetMate had connections with Han Sena, and Lee Seonho’s name value, so maybe this was natural?

Either way, hearing that large global companies were visiting made business representatives from individual countries withdraw their visit plans.

Shin Cheolwon kept turning his thoughts.

NetMate was weak in the Chinese market, and ShowMedia was weak in markets outside China, so they might contract with both.

“Ooh.”

That would be an even bigger hit?

Right now, not a single person between Shin Cheolwon and Park Chanki thought the work wouldn’t sell.

Both instinctively felt it.

This will definitely sell.

And very expensively.