The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 227 I Want to Put You on the Bed

Beside the small couch, Pei Yongjun leaned against the headboard, playing with Li Zhien's slender and tender little hand with his hands, watching her red lips move slightly, telling her own experiences.

"...At first I was quite happy. I had never thought such a good thing would happen. But then Woo Kyung-ho told me that he could help me secure a 51% stake."

"51%, I really didn't expect it."

Li Zhien seemed to sigh, "Do you know what this means to an artist?"

"All artists eventually want to do this, to open their own agency and call the shots."

“But it’s really difficult, but an opportunity like this suddenly appeared in front of me.”

"I was also hesitant at first, but I couldn't figure out what dangers I could face. After all, I own 51% of the shares."

“So I finally said yes.”

"What happened then?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"It happened, a lot of things happened..." Li Zhien looked at the empty front, her tone a little dazed, "There will always be some things that you can't solve."

"But don't worry, Yu Qinghao will show up." She smiled sarcastically, "He's very mysterious, but he has great powers. No matter what happens, he can help you easily deal with it."

"But the price is your shares?" Bae Yong-jun understood Yu Qinghao's method.

"Yes." Li Zhien turned her head and nodded.

"51%, 50%, 49%, 45%..." She bent her slender fingers, folding them one by one, "Now it's 39%."

"do you know?"

"My agency contract, the copyrights of all my songs, everything I own, is all in this company."

"I feel like my life is ticking away, bit by bit, like a countdown."

"Bae Yongjun," she clenched the five fingers of her left hand, "If it becomes 0, I will have nothing."

"You have nothing left?" Bae Yong-jun asked, "But Woo Kyung-ho wouldn't leave you without money, would he?"

"No, in fact, Yu Qinghao is quite nice to his subordinates, but no matter how good he is to you, in the end, everything you have will be his." Lee Ji-eun looked at Bae Yong-jun and said lightly.

"My annual income is several times higher than that of your tabloid. Guess how much a 51% stake would cost?"

"A lot." Pei Yongjun said.

"It's a lot, so I mortgaged my future income." Li Zhien said lightly.

"Just for that 51%?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"Just for that 51%." IU repeated.

"Then you are really brave." Pei Yongjun raised his eyebrows.

"Am I wrong?" Lee Ji-eun suddenly leaned over and leaned in front of Bae Yong-jun, her delicate eyebrows twisted into a ball, and her eyes stared straight into his eyes.

"I just want to make the music I want to make and sing the songs I want to sing. I use my own money to buy shares. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"I don't want to be forced by my agency to do something I don't want to do one day."

"I don't want to have to put on a smiling face 24 hours a day, attend dinner parties, toast people, and have to smile."

"I just want to sing, isn't that okay?"

Her sudden outburst caused the room to be quiet for a moment.

Lee Ji-eun, who always makes people feel refreshed and keeps everything in order in social occasions, revealed her most vulnerable side.

"Is it okay?" Tears welled up in her dark eyes. "Tell me, Pei Yongjun, is it okay?"

"Okay." Pei Yongjun nodded, his expression normal, "But you lost the bet."

He looked into Li Zhien's dark eyes and said calmly, "To control your own destiny, you can't buy it with money."

"Do you understand now?"

"...I understand." Their eyes met, and Lee Ji-eun finally exhaled, closing them tightly before opening them again. The excitement in her eyes faded considerably, leaving only a hint of fragile loneliness. "I understand, but you're not convinced," Bae Yong-jun said.

Li Zhien suddenly raised her head again, a sarcastic smile on her face, "How can I accept it then?"

"Just keep going step by step?"

"When my equity becomes zero, I might actually wear this to serve you."

"Serve me, don't you want to?" Pei Yongjun smiled, took her little hand again, then held her little hand with his big hand, placed them together on her thighs, stroking the smooth black stockings.

Lee Ji-eun obediently did not resist and let him touch her.

Until he touched the bottom of her dress little by little, she suddenly said, "I am willing, but I will also serve others. Are you willing?"

Pei Yongjun blinked and stopped what he was doing. "Now that you put it that way, it seems like that won't work."

Li Zhien glanced at him and said, "Isn't that it?"

"If you don't want to, I don't want to either."

"Everything is fine now. I still have 39% of the shares, but if that day ever comes, you have to help me."

"Haha, this is my business now." Bae Yongjun laughed, "Jie Eun, I found that you are really good at talking."

Lee Ji-eun hummed in uncertainty.

"However, Woo Kyung-ho is currently the president of Kakao Entertainment. If one day he really becomes the chairman of Kakao Group, how can I help you?"

"That's your business." Li Zhien rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, "Figure it out yourself."

A shy and timid beauty is a disaster.

Pei Yongjun tutted, "I'm a reporter, not a gangster boss. How can I take you away?"

"If I can help you, it means you know some big secret of his? A big secret that can help you turn the tables, but you need a reporter to help you tell everyone, right?"

He spoke slowly while looking at Li Zhien's expression.

"You are very smart." Li Zhien nodded.

"So, what's the secret? Tell me so I can prepare now." Pei Yongjun asked.

"Not now." Li Zhien rejected him bluntly, "You are a smart person. Maybe if I tell you now, this big secret will scare you away."

"I see. What a shame," Pei Yongjun shook his head. "I thought you really liked me."

Li Zhien glanced at him up and down, her eyes falling on his hand touching her thigh, "I really like that you are a reporter who speaks the truth. I would like it even more if you could touch me less."

"Telling the truth is so dangerous," Pei Yongjun stood up and moved closer to her. Looking at her blushing cheeks under his touch, he whispered, "Is President Yu going to send hundreds of black-clad assassins to throw me into the Han River?"

"Give me a reason to help you."

His fingertips gently reached into the hem of her dress, which tightly wrapped around her soft and elastic buttocks.

"No reason." Lee Ji-eun also turned her head to look at him, their faces very close.

"But..." Her delicate little hand touched Pei Yongjun's knee, along his thigh, and also went up, holding him.

She stared into Pei Yongjun's eyes, her voice soft and sticky, "If you want me to be pressed on the bed by someone else, then you..."

"Don't help me."

"I want to push you down on the bed."

"Then come."

Pei Yongjun pulled her down on the bed, turned over and pressed her under him.

"See if you dare?"

Li Zhien suddenly raised her head and kissed him on the lips.

(End of this chapter)