Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 506 Black Hair Half-Covering Face

"gimme me gimme me now Zu Zu Zu Zu."

“MA ae SYNK…”

"Ha ha what?"

The four of them struck their final ending pose, looking cool and aloof at the camera.

The camera slowly pans in, accompanied by the classic background music from the Squid Game, featuring the sounds of timpani and percussion—the iconic soundtrack that plays when the Red Soldiers appear in the film.

The camera gradually pans to another standing red soldier.

The close-up shot focuses on the upper body, the mask is slowly removed, and a sharp, cold face appears in front of the camera, with indifferent and ruthless eyes staring directly at the lens.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk slowly raised his pistol, and the camera followed his movement, zooming out until the muzzle was pointed at the camera.

I will catch you.

He uttered these words silently, and then the camera slowly dimmed, followed by complete darkness.

End.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

After checking that the video footage was almost ready, before anyone else could speak, the manager thanked Kwon Heonhyuk first.

This made Liu Zhimin secretly purse her lips, feeling speechless as she looked at her manager's completely different, even slightly overly enthusiastic, demeanor.

They said they wouldn't let him come, but after he arrived, they were so enthusiastic. Where's the credit? It was all thanks to her!

Really are.

Speechless.

"It's okay. I only came over because Zhimin called me. I happened to have some time today."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk smiled and waved to his manager, then turned his gaze to Yoo Jimin, emphasizing that it was all thanks to her.

"Yes, Zhimin is indeed very hardworking."

The agent glanced at Liu Zhimin, his smile unchanged, and offered a lukewarm compliment.

"Time is running out, so I'll be going now."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk checked the time, came over to SM Entertainment to discuss things, and chatted casually for a bit. Even though the shooting content was very simple, more than an hour had passed.

"I'll send it to you."

At this moment, Liu Zhimin raised her hand, felt the gazes coming from both sides, and looked back naturally, not forgetting to blink at her manager, asking for permission.

The manager was momentarily speechless, her lips twitching briefly before disappearing from her expression. She simply smiled and nodded, looking at Kwon Hyun-hyuk: "Then let Jimin give you a ride."

This guy definitely has different ideas about Kwon Heon-hyuk.

His wolfish ambitions are common knowledge.

As the manager watched Liu Zhimin walk away, he inexplicably sensed a hint of joy in her voice. Why was she so close to him? What was she planning to do?

Liu Zhimin followed Quan Xuanhe out of the practice room, taking small steps beside him. At this moment, she imagined Jin Dongdong's envious and jealous expression towards her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, her chin seemingly raised even higher.

Golden winter, out!

"Didn't you say you were filming in Jeju Island? Why did you suddenly come back to Seoul today?"

Liu Zhimin turned her head to the side, raising her delicate, palm-sized face, and looked at him with curiosity, her words tinged with doubt.

"I need to make a trip to the film set to check on things and visit them."

Quan Xuanhe had no intention of telling Liu Zhimin his purpose. If she knew, it would be a blow to her, and telling her would only make things worse for him.

"Which crew?"

"Aren't you filming that...our blues?"

Just as Kwon Hyun-hyuk knew about Yoo Jimin's recent situation, Yoo Jimin also knew about his recent situation and was quite knowledgeable about him. However, when it came to matters of the heart, she knew nothing about Kwon Hyun-hyuk's recent situation.

"Yes."

"Oh…"

But Liu Zhimin knew perfectly well that this wasn't what he was talking about. His answer was ambiguous, and it was clear that he wasn't actually saying what he meant.

Then why did he go back to Seoul?

I always felt it wasn't as simple as he made it out to be; it's a woman's innate sixth sense.

"Oh what? You're not allowed."

"cut."

Liu Zhimin pouted, clearly not pleased with his attitude.

"Are you going to tell me or not, are you going to see any woman?"

As they approached the elevator, Liu Zhimin poked his lower back with her hand, then started rambling incoherently, speaking recklessly and deliberately to test him and express her dissatisfaction.

I still care.

"You'll just get upset if I tell you."

Quan Xuanhe glanced down at Liu Zhimin, whose expression was somewhat dissatisfied, reached out and removed her fingers that were poking around his waist, and answered nothing but answered everything.

So he really went to see a woman?

Liu Zhimin's mouth suddenly puffed up with anger, her smile vanished, and her little face became a scrunched-up mess as she became furious.

Meeting a woman?
Why is this man going to see a woman again?
Eh?
Why is it "again"?

"who is it?"

Liu Zhimin asked him with a wrinkled face, her lips almost pouting to the sky, but she didn't lose her temper. It was obvious that Quan Xuanhe had hurt her many times before, and she had become somewhat desensitized to it.

It seems she has lost much faith in this man's ability to uphold traditional husbandly virtues.

"Don't ask anymore. Asking will only make you sad, and I don't want to see you sad. It will only make me tired."

Quan Xuanhe shook his head and tried to comfort Liu Zhimin, who was currently throwing a tantrum.

He really didn't want Liu Zhimin to be sad because of him again. Once or twice is acceptable, but not three or four times. After all, he had already made Liu Zhimin upset twice because of him.

How can a girl like that continue to be heartbroken because of him?

"Ah... but how can you not make people sad?"

Liu Zhimin blinked, acting a little coy, then suddenly lowered her head with a shy air, secretly glancing at him.

Although his words were somewhat offensive, they also made her feel a little sweet; he said he didn't want to see her sad.

This shows that he still cares about himself.

Springtime feelings are stirring again.

"Sometimes, a white lie is necessary, rather than telling everything."

"Let's focus on our activities first. We've only been in the industry for a year, there's still a long way to go."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk placed his hand on Yoo Ji-min's shoulder.

Its skin is as white and tender as soft jade, smooth and delicate, and one can't help but caress it gently when the palm touches it.

Liu Zhimin bit her soft lips slightly with her pearly teeth, until they turned a little white. Her small face showed both dissatisfaction and confusion. She wanted to get angry at him, but after thinking about it, she had no reason to, so she just held her breath and listened to him finish speaking.

It goes into her left ear, skims her mind briefly, and then leaves through her right ear. It's unlikely you can get someone stuck in a dead end to give up with just a few words.

Liu Zhimin reached out and grabbed Quan Xuanhe's fingers, removing them from her shoulder.

Swaying gently, but Mangosteen held onto Kwon Hyun-hyuk's fingers tightly, like a child holding his father's hand, or like she was being spoiled and dissatisfied.

"I'll leave first."

Quan Xuanhe looked down and temporarily ignored her borderline behavior, breaking free and patting her arm.

"Then you go."

When she let go, Liu Zhimin took a breath, straightened up a bit, looked up at him, forced a smile, and waved at him without saying anything.

You can leave now, I'm not saying anything more.

Seeing this, Quan Xuanhe didn't say anything more, smiled at her, and turned to leave.

Watching his figure disappear into the underground parking lot, Liu Zhimin pursed her lips, stared at him for a while, then tilted her head, let out a long sigh, and turned to take the elevator upstairs without saying a word.

When they returned to the practice room, Liu Zhimin glanced around and finally her gaze landed on Jin Dongtian.

She was looking down at her phone, and there was nothing unusual about her.

After not sensing anything unusual, Liu Zhimin became less vigilant, her steps light, and she put the minor unpleasantness she had just experienced behind her back, a smile returning to her face.

"I'm back!"

...

Meanwhile, Kwon Heonhyuk got into his van and headed towards the film set.

On the set of "Melancholia".

Zhao Meiyan was standing there rehearsing her lines, surrounded by crew members, with the script in her hand.

The TV series will officially begin filming and airing next week. After four months of filming, it will finally be broadcast.

Although Zhao Meiyan suffered a heartbreak a few days ago, she seems to have recovered considerably over the past few days and there seems to be no abnormality.

He even had a smile on his face, although it was clearly an idol's formulaic smile, but at least he could smile, which is something to be thankful for.

Lee Do-hyun held a notebook and read his lines aloud, while Jo Mi-yeon, standing opposite him, read her lines along with him.

Compared to Lee Do-hyun, who has formal training, Jo Mi-yeon relies purely on recklessness and emotional immersion in her acting, resulting in a rich and expressive performance.

The two chatted and laughed. Li Dao saw that she was in a normal mood and did not look discouraged or depressed. Although her smile was not as frequent or as bright as before, he felt that there should be nothing serious between them.

probably?

"Why do you seem to be laughing less happily than before?"

During his free time, Lee Do-hyun asked Zhao Meiyan with a smile, jokingly probing her.

"Oh? Is there any?"

Zhao Meiyan's smile froze for a moment, and she suddenly looked a little awkward, but she quickly recovered and forced a smile back as if nothing had happened.

"Of course, before, the whole crew could hear Miyeon's hearty laughter. She was so lively and energetic." Lee Do-hyun said this without changing his expression, in a calm yet exaggerated manner.

"Is that so?"

Zhao Meiyan blinked shyly, feeling a bit burdened and powerless.

She really had no other choice.

I was already feeling down, and now I'm under pressure from my agent to think things through again. I don't know what to do.

It's so heartbreaking, it's filled with sadness and resentment.

"Didn't you notice? Or were you too active before to notice?"

Lee Do-hyun nodded at Zhao Meiyan.

While the two were chatting, Kwon Seonhyuk quietly arrived outside the film set without them noticing.

She was still filming at that time, so it wasn't the best time for Kwon Heon-hyuk to go down. He needed to wait a little longer, otherwise he would only alert her.

His very presence is a source of pressure. As a top celebrity who is currently attracting a lot of attention, his appearance naturally generates buzz, not to mention in the film set where he is not particularly relevant.

So the only reason he could be here is to visit director Kim Sang-seop on set. It's a bit far-fetched, but that's the only explanation. As an artist, there's nothing he can do about it.

He had inquired beforehand and knew that the break time after filming was not far off.

It's getting dark.

When Quan Xuanhe arrived, it was already close to dark. It was almost November, and the sun was setting earlier, with the last days of summer completely gone.

Accompanied by her assistant, Zhao Meiyan walked out of the film set and headed towards her dressing room. She walked with a listless and tired appearance, lacking energy.

Exhausted, she was in a very bad state, always feeling listless, as if she was forcibly pulling herself forward, but her heart was getting more and more tired.

Back in the lounge, Zhao Meiyan plopped down on the sofa, pulled her legs up, rested her chin on her knees, and listlessly played with her phone.
The lounge grew quieter and quieter, and the assistant left halfway through, leaving her alone.

Even her own breathing became clearer, Zhao Meiyan felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, her brain getting more and more drowsy, and the phone in front of her seemed to be doubled.

Her head bobbed up and down, then tilted to the side and collapsed onto the sofa. Her gaze was unfocused, and she finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She was really exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the lounge was quietly opened, and a noisy commotion drifted in from outside, followed by a figure flashing by.

It was Quan Xuanhe.

When he came in, he thought that Zhao Meiyan would immediately unleash a torrent of anger and berate him upon seeing him.

But I never expected that the first thing I saw when I came in was her slumped over the sofa, fast asleep.

Unexpected.

Quan Xuanhe stood at the door, looking at Zhao Meiyan curled up and fast asleep on the sofa. He paused for a moment, then tiptoed toward her.

He then couldn't bear to disturb him.

Even in her sleep, Zhao Meiyan's brows seemed to betray her exhaustion, her eyes darting about, suggesting she wasn't sleeping soundly, her soft lips sometimes pursed and sometimes parted.

Her dark hair partially veils her face, and the beauty falls asleep.

Her face was partially obscured, making it difficult to see clearly. Quan Xuanhe held his breath slightly, not wanting to disturb her as he looked at her like this.

He looked around, picked up the blanket draped over the chair, and gently covered Zhao Meiyan with it.

But even the gentlest movement had a ripple effect. The subtle changes caused Zhao Meiyan's eyelashes to tremble slightly, her brows to furrow, her eyebrows to tighten, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing only a slit.

The figures in front of me were overlapping and indistinct, and their faces were not clearly visible.

Zhao Meiyan just felt that it was very familiar.

She strained to open her eyes, as if trying to see more clearly.

"If you're tired, then continue to rest."

Seeing her wake up from her sleep, Kwon Hyun-hyuk spoke softly, tucked the blanket around her, and gently patted her.

The voice lingered in her ears, causing Zhao Meiyan to struggle and calm herself in a state between dreaming and waking.

Was she dreaming?

(End of this chapter)