Lie after Lie (거짓말의 거짓말)

Get your hand off of her.

Ms. Ji.

What's wrong?

Woo Joo.

Could you stand over there? I'll be right with you.

All right.

What do you think you're doing?

What's wrong?

I was passing by and saw a girl...

from our art competition.

So I was going to give her a small gift.

Is there a problem?

Since when have you been so warmhearted?

Then what on earth are you doing right now?

Why?

She's the daughter of a guy I like.

Is there a problem?

A stranger might think you're her mom or something.

Well, you'll be her stepmom if you marry that guy,

so I guess you're her mom in a way.

If you figured that out,

don't touch that girl with your dirty hands.

What about you?

Are you allowed to touch her with the hands that killed my son?

Go.

You're keeping her waiting.

That cheeky girl.

She got an idea to become her stepmother.

Do you really think things will go as you planned?

Did that surprise you a lot?

A little.

I've never seen you that angry before.

I'm sorry.

I thought a stranger was taking you away.

Woo Joo, what did that person do to you?

She just said hi. And she stroked my head.

But how did you end up picking me up?

My aunt said she was going to come.

Something came up for your aunt, so your dad asked me.

This feels great.

Actually, there was an event at my school today.

A choir competition for moms.

My friends all said they couldn't hang out with me...

because their moms came, so I had been a bit depressed.

So it feels great to see you here.

Really?

Then Woo Joo, do you want to do the art lesson...

outside?

Where at?

That's a secret.

- Let's go. - Let's hurry.

And then...

Then draw in the beak and the legs.

- That's a chicken. - Do you want to give it a try?

Yes.

Get the watercolour.

- Ta-Da. - That's a butterfly.

- Is that a butterfly? - Yes, a butterfly.

Flower petals.

Dad, I'm doing my art lesson at my teacher's house,

so pick me up here later.

My goodness. She's giving Eun Su a hard time.

Hey, she's that person from that time, right?

- It is her. - What are you doing?

She's the woman who took Woo Joo...

to the art competition in his place.

- Yes. - That happened?

If you're willing to leave Woo Joo with her,

that means she isn't just an acquaintance.

Wait, is she the woman from the cherry blossom festival?

- The one who listened to the waves? - Is that her?

- No, it's... - It is her!

Hey, this is a huge scoop.

Hey, Mr. Choi, Ms. Jung. What are you doing?

Interview him right away.

Yes, sir. Please look into the camera.

Since when did this begin, and how do you feel right now?

What are you doing?

Stop laughing.

I need to work at a different department.

- Move. - Hey, man.

You're blushing. Let me see your face!

Ms. Ji.

Yes?

This is something I haven't even told my friends.

To be honest, I wanted to be tutored to become the first place.

But my dad said,

"Think about what art means to you."

And?

It was a friend.

At first, I began to draw because I wanted to show off.

But after I took lessons from you, it feels more like a friend,

and I'll be okay even if I don't become the first place.

Then do you want me to share a secret with you too?

To be honest,

there is a precious photo...

I couldn't show anyone.

What's it of?

In the distant future,

if I ever get the courage to show it to someone,

I'll show it to you first.

Really?

I promise.

It's a promise.

Woo Joo.

Dad!

- I'll do it now. - No. It's okay.

My dad has a rule when he grills meat.

He'll never hand over the tongs to anyone when he grills meat.

Precisely.

Once you get a taste of pork belly I grill,

you'll never offer to help again.

In that case, I will make a lettuce wrap for my dad...

who is working hard grilling meat.

- All done. Dad? - Yes?

Here.

Woo Joo, your lettuce wrap is the best in this world.

Why did you want to see me?

That girl.

Eun Su's daughter.

How did you say...

you got rid of her?

I dumped her in the water.

Yes, that's what you said.

It must've been freezing...

to be on the cold lake floor.

Why do you suddenly bring up that incident?

I kept getting reminded of her today.

That little baby. It was only momentary,

but I held her in my arms.

Don't you remember that?

It has been long forgotten.

Do you resent me?

That's the heart of a mother who lost her child.

You want the culprit to feel the same way...

even if you must risk your life.

Would you ever understand that?

Yes.

Your mouth says yes, but your eyes say no.

This is your problem.

You become too weak...

in the most crucial moment.

And that's also why I like you.

Here.

What is this?

It's nothing much.

I want you to have this tested yourself.

Please hang on a second.

This is my favourite wine.

I bought it on my way here.

- Wine? - Yes.

I like to drink wine.

I just bought what I like,

so I'm not sure you'll like it too.

Don't worry. I'll enjoy it.

Thank you for today.

I had a great time.

All right then.

- Oh, right. - Well...

You go ahead.

Do you have time this weekend?

I'd like to watch the movie you talked about with you.

I'd love to.

But the movie is not playing in theatres anymore.

I'll see you then.

I like to drink wine.

Tonight is fine. If you want to see me, I'm there.

What do you want to do?

Let's do whatever you want.

This is so pretty.

Where did you get it?

I went to a department store.

This was the prettiest one, so I bought it.

Really?

She's bragging again.

That's what she always does.

This necklace is new.

My art teacher gave me this.

Really? The teacher who taught us the other day?

This is so pretty.

Let me see.

- What is it? - I want to see it.

Move over. I want to see it.

- Gosh, it's so pretty. - Move over.

This is amazing.

It's so cute.

Guys, try this.

What is it?

- My mom made cookies. - It looks delicious.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Here.

Thank you.

Why are you giving me two?

My mom says you're pitiful.

So she told me to be extra nice to you.

Why am I pitiful?

Because you don't have a mom.

I guess she gets lessons about how to upset others.

Here. You should eat these then.

Why? I have a mom.