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"Where are your clothes?"

Instead of answering, Boss Jiang asked a question. At the same time, he sat on the coffee table, remaining still and only slightly tilting his head, maintaining a very calm and elegant posture.

"I accidentally got my face wet while washing it."

That's a very compelling reason.

Jiang Chen had sensed a bold side hidden beneath the other person's gentle exterior during a bath and massage in Seoul, but that was all.

Life is a long journey, and we will always encounter moments of impulsiveness and overconfidence, but everyone's limits are different.

For example, some people, when enraged, will curse, some will resort to violence, and some will even shed blood in a fit of rage.

Kim Joo-hyun's "upper limit" is relatively low, not as high as Shi Qianqian's, let alone the Japanese succubus who is already pregnant.

"You didn't fall into the pond, did you?"

Mr. Jiang still had the leisure to joke around, because not only could you see the transparent camisole, but through the gaps in the bathrobe, you could also see that the other person hadn't taken off their distressed high-waisted jeans.

Therefore, this level of threat poses no danger to him.

The wet and sexy scene that took place in Seoul back then was far more challenging to human nature than what we see now.

Kim Joo-hyun's face flushed slightly; she was still too ashamed. When doing something like this, one should be prepared to either succeed or die trying; one should never have it all.

"Oppa hasn't answered my question yet, is Miss Fourth your woman?"

Although she couldn't cross the line of shame, she knew that in this situation, she had to take the initiative.

Seeing the other party's feigned composure, Jiang Chen became even more relaxed, his posture becoming even more languid.

That's just how people are.

They only fear those who have no shame; in other words, they bully those who have a sense of morality.

Let's see if Princess Fujiwara can be this relaxed, instead.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't?"

"That's it."

Jin Zhuxuan stepped forward, her pupils trembling, a vortex of emotions forming within her. "If she can do it, why can't I?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"What are you laughing at, Oppa?"

Kim Joo-hyun, barely suppressing her embarrassment, asked, "Is it because I have a lowly status, just an artist?"

When did being an artist become associated with being of low status?

It turns out that love really can make you humble to the dust.

If Boss Jiang had casually nodded and said yes at this moment, needless to say, the crisis would have been resolved. However, the other party would probably have started crying again, and might have been deeply affected, utterly despondent, and given up on life.

Mr. Jiang, who was once called a sycophant, understands that feeling. How can someone who has been through the rain be so cold and ruthless?

I think...

He spoke in a casual, almost gentle tone, as if chatting with a friend, "If I say something harsh, please don't mind."

"Um--"

Jin Zhuxuan spoke with a nasal tone, her eyes fixed on him.

Mr. Jiang looked calmly at the wall. "Whether someone is worthy or not is a question that perhaps only women would consider. To men, it doesn't matter whether you are Xi Shi or Tofu Xi Shi, as long as you're not Dong Shi."

Type your sincerity in the chat!

"puff."

Kim Joo-hyun laughed out loud at an inappropriate time, then quickly pursed her lips and stopped, whispering, "I'm not Dong Shi."

Jiang Chen glanced at her and nodded slightly. "Yes, you're not."

Not right.

Has the art style gone astray?

Why does this sound like a stand-up comedy routine?
Have you ever felt like you're watching TV and it's about to get to the climax, with the male and female leads about to get into bed, when suddenly an ad break comes in?
Kim Joo-hyun seemed to realize the problem and got back to the point, "Oppa!"

"I can hear you."

"Then why can't I?"

Boss Jiang raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do you know why I brought you to China in the first place?"

"To save me."

Kim Joo-hyun didn't hesitate, and didn't even use the word "help".

The other party treated her with the kindness of a second life.

Boss Jiang looked at her.

Jin Zhuxuan met his gaze without flinching or avoiding it.

Jiang Chen pointed at her, then at himself, "So if I were to sexually harass you, how would I be any different from those other people?"

"Of course there are differences."

Beneath the half-closed bathrobe, her breasts undulated. Kim Joo-hyun quickly corrected her, "It was voluntary of me, how can it be called a 'hidden rule'?"

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then asked, "How old are you this year?"

Despite her doubts, Kim Joo-hyun immediately answered, "Twenty-five."

Jiang Chen shook his head.

Unsurprisingly, the woman looked bewildered, her brows furrowing, and asked, "What does Oppa mean?"

"Too young."

"Oppa, are you saying that I'm immature right now? That I don't know what I'm doing?"

Kim Joo-hyun's expression was firm. "No. I know. And I know very well."

Suddenly, she asked, "Oppa, do you know how old I was when I became a trainee?"

She asked herself the question and answered it:
"Twelve years old."

Let's talk about whether the entertainment industry in Goryeo is abnormal or not.

Twelve years old.

That's about the age of starting junior high school.

There's definitely a reason why their entertainment industry is so developed.

"Back then, I clutched a thin acceptance letter and secretly took a bus to the audition without telling my family. I passed and before I could even celebrate, I moved into a cramped trainee dormitory. My days were filled with a schedule down to the minute. I had to get up before dawn to practice vocals, singing the same song over and over again with a hoarse voice until my throat hurt and tightened, and even drinking water stung. In dance class, I would practice a single move hundreds or thousands of times, my knees bruised and my ankles blistered. Even with bandages on, I had to keep repeating to the beat. There were no weekends, no holidays, no laughter and playfulness that my peers should have, no family company. Even when I called home, I had to say that I was doing well."

The end-of-month assessments were like a sword hanging over my head, keeping me up at night. Then I watched helplessly as my fellow trainees were eliminated one by one, packing their bags and leaving. There were also the criticisms from the mentors, the unspoken rivalry among fellow trainees, and the seemingly endless debut date. Countless times, I would crouch in a corner of the practice room, burying my head in my knees and crying silently.

I miss home, I miss my mom's cooking, I miss days without constant tension, I miss an ordinary youth without living in the shadow of elimination. But every time I look in the mirror, I can wipe away my tears, stand up again, and continue to refine my movements and practice my singing.

I've seen Seoul from midnight to dawn, felt the biting wind on my way back to the dorm alone, and witnessed streetlights going from off to on, and then off again. Back then, I had no idea if I would succeed in the end, but in countless moments when I wanted to give up, I told myself to persevere a little longer..."

In fact, Chinese people have heard far too many stories about Korean idol trainees.

Two and a half years of practice is considered lucky; many people practice for eight or ten years, but most end up with a rejection notice, all their hard work, sweat, tears, and precious youth going to waste.

No one is born an idol.

They all relied on immense perseverance to gradually emerge from the thick fog.

Jiang Chen understood, of course, that the other party wasn't trying to gain sympathy from him.

What she wanted to express.

It was her clarity of mind, independence, strength, and determination.

Thinking back to more than ten years ago, when she was still a child, she was able to hold fast to her dreams that seemed so far away at the time, let alone now.

Regardless of nationality, industry, or gender, everyone who ultimately stands in the center of the stage has one thing in common: perseverance.

"Oppa, I can endure hardship."

Finally, she summarized it this way.

Is this a summary?
No.

To some extent, it leans more towards a "threat".

"Unless Oppa sends me back to Korea, I will pursue my dream again."

--dream.

In this situation, at this very moment, tell me, is it okay to get angry?

Can you even get angry?

Boss Jiang remained silent, his eyes unfocused, seemingly lost in thought. After a while, he said softly, "But the risks now are different from when you chose to become a trainee. If you failed to debut, you were still young, and you could start over. But now you're twenty-five, and you don't have five or ten years left to waste."

Upon hearing this, Kim Joo-hyun did not show any worry, hesitation, or confusion. Instead, she smiled and said, "Oppa is indeed an outstanding entrepreneur. He can accurately calculate the cost of everything he does."

"But feelings are not a business transaction."

Before she could even speak, someone else chimed in.

Kim Joo-hyun's smile deepened.
"So feelings can't be forced. Oppa may not accept me, but I can wait. If three years isn't enough, five years; if five years isn't enough, ten years; if ten years isn't enough, twenty years..."

Jiang Chen smiled and looked at her. "What are you talking about? In five or ten years, you'll be an old woman."

"It's okay."

Kim Joo-hyun's eyes narrowed, forming crescent moons. She seemed inexplicably happy, yet her expression was incredibly moving.
"At worst, I'll do it in the next life. In the next life, I won't be a trainee anymore. Pursuing oppa is my number one dream."

Even someone as seasoned as Boss Jiang couldn't help but be moved at this moment, remaining silent for a long time.

"...Aren't you afraid of growing old alone?"

Even knowing the other person's background and personality, I still couldn't help but ask.

"Don't believe me? Take a look."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

This idol, whose popularity in Korea is comparable to Pei Yunxi's in China, has a radiant smile.

There's a song lyric from the Chinese folk song "Shenzhou".

Her playful pause,

"You don't need another person to live your life."

That's not what the lyrics mean.

Isn't that right?

Jin Zhu's eyes gleamed with a hint of bewilderment, which then dissipated. "Many Koreans nowadays embrace singlehood. It's not like they can't live out their lives alone."

Mr. Jiang tilted his head slightly, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly felt that the light was a little blurry.

He couldn't help but smile.

"You are Korean, and I am Chinese. Even in the next life, we will never meet again."

"Not necessarily. Why did we meet two years ago?"

"That's because we're all adults now."

"So we'll always run into each other, won't we? It's just that Oppa might not like me."

Kim Joo-hyun wasn't discouraged at all. "According to probability, if something has a chance of happening, then if it keeps repeating, it will definitely happen. And the universe is infinitely cyclical, so there will be a future where Oppa will like me, and maybe he'll even fall in love with me at first sight."

Showing skin and selling sex is too superficial.

Sincerity is the most lethal weapon.

No wonder Korean films are so outstanding. Kim Joo-hyun isn't strictly speaking in the film industry, but her casual lines can be incredibly moving.

In terms of eloquence, Boss Jiang is undoubtedly a top-notch man. After all, he was able to win over Ai Qian when he was penniless, relying on his silver tongue. But at this moment, he actually felt ashamed of himself.

What if you can't compete?
I'm not playing anymore!

"Are your clothes dry?"

Mr. Jiang propped himself up on the coffee table and stood up.

"Here you go."

Kim Joo-hyun immediately took off her bathrobe and threw it at her.

That's right.

Her lower body looked normal, with high-waisted jeans that almost reached her navel, but after taking off her bathrobe, all she was left with was a matte bra.

Isn't this supposed to be about being sincere?

Why has it suddenly become so low-class again?
Is it suitable for both refined and popular tastes?

The rapid change in attack methods caught Boss Jiang off guard. He instinctively caught his bathrobe and stood still as punishment.

In about two seconds, roughly the same length as the model's runway presentation, Kim Joo-hyun turned around, her natural steps exuding a sexiness no less than that of a model walking the runway.

A faint, alluring fragrance, like an invisible poison, wafted into the nose, constantly stimulating the person's nervous system; the bathrobe in their hand still retained the warmth of the other person's body.

Should we cramming it up for a top-tier, lung-filled performance?
Boss Jiang is certainly not that sleazy, and besides, would he need to be?
If he wanted, it wouldn't be too late to follow into the bedroom.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

The person in the bedroom, well, is getting dressed.

The person placed their bathrobe on the sofa, showing no intention of going into the bedroom, thus maintaining their carefully constructed persona.

About three minutes later.

Kim Joo-hyun came out, dressed neatly, but the turtleneck sweater with water stains at the neckline was practically transparent, offering no protection whatsoever.

Ok.

It's as if you can still see that set made entirely of openwork lace, adorned with delicate lace trim, thin and sheer, perfectly accentuating soft curves, with a gentle yet subtle atmosphere, elegant and alluring...

Stop.

Don't misunderstand.

It's just a decorative technique.

It only took two seconds, how could I remember it so clearly?

"I'm going down."

She stopped in front of the coffee table and spoke politely, as if nothing had happened—whether it was laughter, tears, discussions of the past, or philosophical debates.

"Good night."

Mr. Jiang nodded, "He really has a heart of stone."

Damn it.

They should have sent him to the Western Paradise to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures.

Kim Joo-hyun didn't move, then suddenly looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, "UFO!"

Please.

He's already 25 years old. In the entertainment industry, especially in the Korean entertainment industry, he's considered quite old. Can't he be a little more mature?

It would be more plausible to say that drones were used for covert filming.

But even with such a ridiculous lie, Boss Jiang, whose willpower rivals Tang Sanzang and whose intelligence surpasses Zhuge Liang, actually... fell for it!

He turned his head to look.

"Come on!"

quickly,

His face was "nibbled" on.

This isn't a retouching.

It really used its teeth; the upper and lower teeth gently bit together the moment they touched, revealing a vengeful nature.

Then a fragrant breeze wafted through the air.

Some people hurriedly fled, running to the door and quickly opening it.

"boom!"

Throughout the entire ordeal, Boss Jiang remained motionless, even after the door was slammed shut, still gazing out at the sky dozens of meters above.

Don't ask.

Looking for a UFO. (End of Chapter)