The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 175 How many gifts have you given?
Pei Yongjun continued to scroll up and look at the chat history.

Incheon's First Iron Fist: [Go if you want!]

Bae Young-jun: [Then I'll go.]

Incheon's First Iron Fist: [Whatever!]

【go to hell! 】

【0 points male! 】

Continuing to scroll up, I found the message she sent after Liu Zhimin was taken away by her mother in the Bulgari store a few days ago.

[Bae Yongjun, don't go to that Christmas party! ]

Don’t go...

There was a gleam in his dark eyes, and it seemed that two unrelated things suddenly seemed to have an inexplicable connection.

Liu Zhimin inexplicably didn't let himself go to Li Zhien's Christmas party, and it was at tonight's Christmas party that Li Zhien inexplicably gave him a sexy night.

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible that it is purely out of love for me, but there must be other reasons, but Pei Yongjun doesn't know it yet.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, we still don’t know.

Is this a coincidence?
Did Liu Zhimin say that casually because he was jealous?

Or does she actually know what will happen at today's Christmas party, or even know the reason behind it?
The image of the first time he met Liu Zhimin appeared in his mind.

Black hair, black coat, quiet and mysterious.

But she's still young, right? Could she be involved in something like this?
Well……

He suddenly thought of the bulging front of Liu Zhimin's sweater.

Ahem, actually, I’m not a child anymore.

He thought about it and sent a message to Liu Zhimin.

【Jimin, Merry Christmas, how are you tonight? 】

Several minutes passed with no response.

Pei Yongjun didn't wait any longer, but called Jin Minxuan.

"Merry Christmas, Yongjun Oppa!" Kim Min-woon's cheerful voice rang out.

"Are you with Ji Min? Can you contact her?" Bae Yong Joon asked.

"Mo? Jimin-unnie? I don't know either. We were shopping together tonight, but she said something urgent happened at home. She suddenly left when I went to the bathroom."

"So she went home?"

"Maybe." Jin Min-hyun wasn't sure, "She didn't really reply to me."

"Yongjun oppa, will Jimin unnie be okay?"

Jin Minyue didn't think much about it at first, but now he feels a little strange and can't help but feel a little worried.

"Nothing? What did she send you?" Bae Yongjun realized that Liu Zhimin was still in contact with Jin Minxuan.

Kim Min-woon took screenshots of their last few chats and sent them to Bae Young-jun.

"Captured by the devil?" Pei Yongjun read the chat records of Liu Zhimin, which seemed to be a joke, and looked at the last photo that Liu Zhimin sent to Jin Minyou.

After the two separated from the mall, Liu Zhimin only posted this photo.

The time was 9:30 in the evening, about ten minutes ago.

The photo shows a harbor at night, with huge ships lined up one after another. The sea breeze blows, and a deep blue wave surges under the moonlight. At the bottom of the photo is a pair of blue canvas shoes, and the white shoelaces flutter in the wind.

here it is……

He stared at the white words on the plank road next to the freighter and zoomed in. It was [Incheon].

"Sungsu," he called Liu Chengzhu, "open the photo library and see if you have taken any photos near Incheon Port."

“I remember that many crews filmed there.”

"Well, just look for this picture and see where it was taken."

Pei Yongjun hung up the phone, restarted the car, turned the car around, turned right from the north-south road, and drove onto Expressway No. 3.

The car drove southwest, and the [Incheon 80KM] sign was left behind.

————A small hill on the north side of Incheon Namgang, Yeonsu District, Incheon Metropolitan City

The mountain is not high, about seventy or eighty meters, facing south and back to the north. A narrow road crosses the hill from the east and west sides.

There was a small pavilion built on the top of the mountain, where a few people who looked like citizens were sitting and chatting.

Behind the pavilion is a protruding stone wall, which just blocks the biting cold wind on winter nights. As a result, there are still some yellow and green grass left on the southern hillside, giving the place a bit of vitality and warmth.

And on the hillside, a pretty and slender figure sat quietly.

She was wearing a thick black windbreaker and a beret with a black background and red stripes. Her camel-colored scarf swayed gently in the breeze. Her straight calves were covered with a pair of blue canvas shoes, and the white laces fluttered in the air.

It was Liu Zhimin.

She sat on the hillside, her hands wrapped around her knees, her small chin with sharp lines resting on her knees, her eyes flickering, as if she was looking at the Incheon Port not far below the mountain, wondering what she was thinking.

There was a burst of engine noise on the mountain road behind me, which seemed to be a passing car.

Liu Zhimin didn't move, but the voice behind him stopped.

Then there was the sound of a car door opening, and she turned her head, her eyes widening slightly.

A familiar figure was getting out of the car. He had a tall and handsome figure and a bright look in his eyes. It was Pei Yongjun.

The two looked at each other.

Pei Yongjun was about to speak, but Liu Zhimin turned her head back expressionlessly.

He raised his eyebrows, walked around the front of the car, walked down the hillside a few steps, came to Liu Zhimin's side, and sat down.

"The ground is a little chilly, don't you think?" He also looked at the harbor. "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"You can leave if you feel cold." Liu Zhimin didn't even look at him.

"The first thing you want to say is to let me go? There's no need for this between us." Pei Yongjun raised his eyebrows.

"We? Who are you? Do I know you?" Liu Zhimin's voice was cold, and she didn't seem surprised by Pei Yongjun's arrival.

"0 points man." Pei Yongjun said.

Hearing this familiar word he had created, Liu Zhimin couldn't help but turn around, frowning slightly, and glanced at his face, "Do you know what this means? Just tell me?"

"I don't know." Pei Yongjun shook his head, "But it probably wasn't a good thing."

"You know what you're saying?"

"If I don't say this, I'm afraid you won't look at me." Pei Yongjun said.

"That's a nice thing to say." Liu Zhimin snorted, seemingly dissatisfied, but the coldness in her tone dissipated a little unconsciously.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked.

"The photo you sent to Min-hyeon." Bae Yong-jun shook the phone in his hand, "and then I found you."

"How did you find it?"

"The port is Incheon Port. I searched the map and found two small hills over here, and then there's a mountain." Pei Yongjun pointed to the towering stone wall on top of the small pavilion behind him. "It's quite famous."

“One scene from ‘My Love from the Star’ was filmed here.”

"Then I'll look for the photo library. If someone has taken similar photos of the harbor here, they'll naturally find you."

"Why do you have to look for me?" Liu Zhimin stared into his eyes.

"For..." Pei Yongjun stood up, took out an exquisite velvet box from his arms, handed it to Liu Zhimin and opened it.

Inside is a gold brooch inlaid with a pair of small, teardrop-shaped dark green malachite stones, which looks luxurious and exquisite.

"Merry Christmas, Jimin, here's your Christmas present."

Liu Zhimin glanced at the brooch, then looked up at his smile and asked expressionlessly.

"Tonight, how many gifts have you given?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her dark, snake-like eyes emitted a dangerous light.

If I say I'm not the first, will I die?
Pei Yongjun couldn't help but think.

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①Metropolitan city: similar to a municipality.

(End of this chapter)