The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 57

Gyeonggi-do, Seongnam-si, Sujeong-gu.

Bae Yong-jun gently stepped on the brakes and parked the car next to an apartment, which was Choi Sulli's residence.

"Are you cold?" Bae Yong-jun looked at Choi Sulli who was sitting in the passenger seat. Her hair was messy, but she was smiling happily.

"Not cold." She shook her head with a smile.

"Are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry anymore." Choi Sulli looked at his expression inquiringly, "Are you still angry?"

"I'm not angry." Pei Yongjun shook his head.

"Why? She said that, but editor-in-chief Nim is obviously not that kind of person." She was a little curious.

"People are always biased. No matter who you are, you can't please everyone." Pei Yongjun is actually used to people's cold remarks and prejudice. "It's normal for the prosecutor to dislike a paparazzi."

"I wish I could be like you." Choi Sulli stopped smiling and pouted.

"Same as what?"

"Nothing." She laughed again. "I'm going home."

"It's going to get busy tomorrow, and it won't be so easy."

"Busy?" Pei Yongjun remembered, "Are there any plans for your solo comeback?"

"Well, the company suddenly notified me the day before yesterday, asking me to confirm the solo plan tomorrow." Choi Sulli pursed her lips and looked nervous.

"I don't know if I can do it. I haven't danced much in over two years. What should I do?"

"At that time, when I saw the withdrawal announcement in the news, I thought that I would never be able to return to the stage again." Choi Sulli murmured to herself.

Before she left F(x), she was embroiled in controversial news and had her stage activities suspended by SM. After leaving the group, she has not been on stage since then.

However, SM was reluctant to abandon Choi Sulli, whom they had carefully cultivated. After the public opinion storm, they finally chose to try again.

For Choi Sulli herself, this solo is of great significance. It is not only about making money, but also a confirmation of the original meaning of her life.

"From what happened last time, we can see that public opinion has improved a lot now. Coupled with your company's preparations, there should be no problem." He comforted her.
"That's good. Fortunately, the company still remembers me," she exhaled and looked at Pei Yongjun, "I have only been able to sing and dance since I was a child. Otherwise, I really don't know what else I can do."

She smiled, but her smile was full of nervousness and uneasiness.

"Of course you can." Pei Yongjun couldn't help but gently stroke her hair that was scattered on the backrest.

The atmosphere in the car changed slightly and became a little special.

Cui Xueli trembled slightly, turned her head, smoothed her hair, and looked around the car as if trying to make conversation.

"What's this?" She reached out and picked up a few pieces of paper from the top of the dashboard in front of the car window. "Jung Joon-young, senior?"

This is the news material Pei Yongjun brought into the car, and he plans to read it in the evening.

"Yes, you know him? What do you think of him?"

"I know him. I've seen him at a party before," Choi Sulli nodded, frowning slightly. "He's a bit strange and secretive."

"Mysterious?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"No one is allowed to touch his things. He gets really angry if they do. I remember someone took his phone off the table to make room, and he got mad right away."

"Cell phone?" Pei Yongjun's heart suddenly moved.

"Yeah, this is it. The phone cases are all the same." Choi Sulli pointed to the news photo of the phone shown by the regulated company.

"When was the party you mentioned?" "It was..." Choi Sulli recalled carefully, "It should have been last winter, at a friend's birthday party."

"Last winter..."

But at that time, wasn’t his cell phone sealed permanently?

Bae Yong-jun realized that he had found Jung Joon-young's weakness.

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K9 Entertainment, Hak-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, late night

At the front desk of K9 Entertainment, Bae Young Joon sat on a sofa in the waiting area, but Jung Yoo Mi was nowhere to be seen.

"Team leader, is this really okay?" Kwon Eun-bi was a little restless.

"It's okay. The people at the front desk don't know Jung Yoomi. After receiving the photos, the senior management of K9 will definitely let us in." Pei Yongjun looked calm and talked to her while looking at his phone.

Kwon Eunbi glanced at the empty front desk and couldn't help but ask, "Team Leader, why do you want me to pretend to be Yoomi Unnie? Can't you just let Unnie come?"

"Money." Bae Yong-jun put down his phone and looked at Kwon Eun-bi, "Jung Joon-young will give the money."

“Pay, receive money, settle, sign confidentiality agreement, and the news disappears.”

"Money? Will Yoomi accept money? Jung Joon-young treated her like that." Kwon Eun-bi was stunned for a moment, as if she had never imagined such a possibility.

"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know, so I didn't let her come."

"Roumeixi is a kind person, but kind people are not always smart, understand?"

"Oh, I understand." Queen Kwon responded honestly, looking a little worried.

Pei Yongjun's words were very true, but also a bit harsh.

He rushed back to Seoul from Seongnam City, picked up Kwon Eun-bi who was attending a tutoring class, and rushed here to ask her to pretend to be Jung Yoo-mi and deceive the front desk.

However, Concubine Kwon seemed unable to accept it all at once.

Pei Yongjun looked at Quan Enfei's expression and changed the subject. "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Remember, try to irritate Jung Joon-young and make him angry."

"Yes, just like you were talking to the agent, understand?"

"Okay, team leader, I will do my best." Quan Enfei took a deep breath and nodded.

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In the director's office of K9 Entertainment, Jung Joon-young's face was flushed, several buttons of his shirt collar were undone, half of his chest was exposed, and he looked like he had been pulled back from a brothel.

"Ah! You bastard! What do you do now? Someone took this picture!" A middle-aged bearded man, brows furrowed, angrily threw a stack of photos onto the table. "Look at this! Don't you know to wear a mask when you go downstairs?!"

In the photo, Jung Joon-young had just gotten out of the car in front of the apartment building. Next to him was Jung Yoo-mi, who was limp all over and was being held by his bodyguards.

In the photo when he was going upstairs, he was still wearing a mask, but when he was going downstairs, he took off the mask and his face was clearly visible.

"Brother Jae-hyung, what's the big deal? They're just paparazzi, just give them some money." Jung Joon-young exhaled nonchalantly, the smell of alcohol mixed with perfume was pungent and unpleasant.

"Ah! Do you think I don't know what you did to that Jung Yoo-mi?! Give me some money! What if that reporter comes looking for Jung Yoo-mi?!" The bearded man raised his voice, "Again and again! Let me clean up your mess! How much will it cost!"

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