Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 682 The Password.
When I woke up the next morning, everything was normal.

Liu Zhimin felt a little guilty because he had failed to steal a phone last night and was caught red-handed.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of Quan Xuanhe getting up beside her.

The rustling sound of the blanket being pulled back, the muffled thud of bare feet on the carpet, and then the sound of the bathroom door closing.

The sound of flowing water could be faintly heard through the door.

Liu Zhimin then quietly opened her eyes; the bedroom was dimly lit.

She turned to the side, looking at the blurry figure reflected in the frosted glass of the bathroom, and that indomitable spirit from last night resurfaced.

How can I find out his phone password?

We need to think of a more natural way.

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow he had slept on, and took a deep breath. His scent still lingered on it, which reassured her and strengthened her resolve to find out what was going on.

Don't panic, there will always be opportunities.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Liu Zhimin immediately closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and pretended to be still fast asleep.

The door opened, and Kwon Hyun-hyuk walked out, his clothes damp with a refreshing mist, and began to get dressed.

Liu Zhimin's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly in the shadows, and she narrowed her eyes into a thin slit.

She saw him pick up his phone, swipe his thumb across the screen, and the screen instantly unlocked and lit up.

She clicked her tongue inwardly and closed her eyes in annoyance.

Ah, facial recognition, why would I need to enter a password?

"Jimin?" Quan Xuanhe's voice rang out, slightly hoarse with the characteristic sound of early morning. "I'm leaving. You can sleep a little longer."

"Hmm..." Liu Zhimin responded vaguely, her voice heavy with sleepiness, sounding completely genuine.

Forcing it open is too risky; we need to be more cunning.

Lying in bed staring at the ceiling, Liu Zhimin thought to herself.

More than an hour later, a low-profile black van drove into the vicinity of the film crew.

Inside the car, Zhao Meiyan's makeup was more refined than usual. She wore a simple yet well-tailored dress with a trench coat over it, looking as casual and beautiful as ever.

Song Yuqi, standing next to her, was dressed in a more energetic casual outfit.

The car slowly came to a stop in a relatively quiet place.

The assistant got out of the car first and whispered a few words to the staff member in charge of liaising with the film crew.

A moment later, the assistant returned to the car.

The assistant opened the car door. "We've made contact. He's filming an interior scene in Studio 3 of Area B. Shall we wait in the rest area next door for a bit?"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Zhao Meiyan nodded, took a deep breath, and got out of the car with Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi naturally took Zhao Meiyan's arm, her eyes scanning the film crew around.

Guided by staff, the two walked toward the film set.

There are quite a few people here; it's definitely one of the biggest film crews out there.

"Breaking the Tomb" is a high-level production, a big-budget production, so naturally it has more staff than a typical film crew.

They found a corner to sit down, and Song Yuqi placed the several large bags of coffee and snacks she had brought on the small table next to them.

Zhao Meiyan looked around, trying to observe more.

The surrounding staff occasionally cast curious glances at them.

Who is this? Is he here to visit Kwon Hyun-hyuk on set?

Just as Kwon Hyun-hyuk finished filming a long take, his assistant quickly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Mi-yeon and Yu-qi are waiting for you outside."

He took the water his assistant handed him, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"it is good."

He wasn't really surprised, because Zhao Meiyan had told him beforehand, and he wouldn't have stopped her from coming.

Quan Xuanhe casually tugged at the collar of his costume and saw two figures in the distance.

At first glance, you can tell it's Zhao Meiyan and Song Yuqi.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk smiled and strode towards the two people sitting in the corner of the rest area.

He was still wearing the black outfit he wore during filming, and the tattoo on his arm was particularly eye-catching, carrying the lingering aura of the character.

"Meiyan, Yuqi."

Wow, he's so handsome.

Song Yuqi was immediately drawn to his appearance, especially the tattoo on his arm. She looked at it from left to right and couldn't help but lean closer to take a closer look.

"Can I touch it or not?"

Without saying a word, Quan Xuanhe stretched out his arm.

Song Yuqi curiously pointed at it, then looked up and asked, "How is this done?"

"It's like a sticker, specially made."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi nodded in sudden understanding.

"Are these still Chinese characters?"

"Yes, things like feng shui are all written in Chinese characters."

Quan Xuanhe smiled and nodded, then turned his gaze to Zhao Meiyan.

"Are you guys coming back soon?"

"I thought you two were quite busy, but I didn't expect you two to come and visit the set."

Zhao Meiyan met his gaze, and a smile naturally spread across her face.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to come."

Song Yuqi chimed in, her tone still quick and direct: "Unnie has been practicing really hard these past two days, she doesn't look too good. Besides,"

She winked mischievously, her gaze sweeping over Kwon Seonhyuk once more.

“We’re also curious about what it’s like for you to direct a big-budget movie.” She changed the subject, her tone slightly teasing.

“This tattoo looks really scary. I thought you actually got a tattoo,” she said, unable to resist reaching out to touch it again.

Quan Xuanhe let her touch the tattoo on his arm out of curiosity, and explained, "It doesn't hurt. It's a skin sticker made of special material that's waterproof and sweatproof. It's just a little troublesome to remove the makeup from."

Upon hearing him speak, Zhao Meiyan proactively asked with concern, "How is it? Was filming tough?"

"It's alright." Quan Xuanhe nodded, picked up the coffee Zhao Meiyan had brought, took a sip, and smiled.

"I'm so glad you're here, and it makes things a little easier." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two of them.

Song Yuqi couldn't help but blink and glance at Zhao Meiyan next to her.

He wasn't saying that to me; he was clearly saying it to Zhao Meiyan.

I feel superfluous here.

"Bringing so much food and drink is really a waste of money." He was referring to the several large bags that Song Yuqi had placed on the table next to him.

"It's nothing!" Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi snapped out of her reverie, waved her hand generously, and acted very magnanimously.

"This is nothing, I should have called a coffee truck for you." She said with a grin.

Hearing this, Quan Xuanhe smiled and nodded, "Why don't you sit down for a while? I only have one more take left before I finish. Shall we have lunch together?"

“Okay,” Song Yuqi replied immediately.

Zhao Meiyan smiled and nodded, "Yes, we're not in a hurry. You go ahead and do your thing."

Her voice was gentle, and her eyes followed Quan Xuanhe.

Liu Zhimin stood in the elevator, smoothing the few stray hairs she had deliberately left out in front of her forehead against the gleaming metal door.

Her freshly washed cheeks glowed with a dewy sheen, and her lips were coated with a light layer of honey-colored lip gloss. She pursed her lips in front of her reflection, making sure her complexion looked good enough, before pressing the button for the first floor with satisfaction.

Although the "phone theft plan" failed last night, as long as he doesn't know, the opportunity is still there.

She specially ordered freshly baked croissants and Americanos from the hotel restaurant.

Carrying a fragrant paper bag, Liu Zhimin walked briskly out of the elevator, got into her car, and headed towards the film set.

The early autumn morning sun was warm and pleasant, and she was in a good mood, even humming a song softly.

Liu Zhimin walked briskly through the passageway at the edge of the film set, carrying a fragrant paper bag in her hand, her gaze habitually falling on the spot where Quan Xuanhe usually rested or waited.

She was dressed casually in jeans and a jacket, her hat pulled low, and a mask covering most of her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

As usual, she prepared to find an inconspicuous corner to wait for Quan Xuanhe's break.

Because of the distance and because all her attention was focused on finding Quan Xuanhe, Liu Zhimin didn't notice the two people sitting in the other corner of the rest area.

Wearing masks, Zhao Meiyan and Song Yuqi sat quietly in chairs. Zhao Meiyan was looking down at her phone, while Song Yuqi looked around listlessly, observing the busy film set.

Song Yuqi's gaze swept aimlessly across the crowd and equipment, when suddenly she spotted a familiar figure.

Although the other person was also wrapped up tightly, they felt very familiar, as if I had seen them before.

Song Yuqi nudged Zhao Meiyan next to her with her elbow.

"Unnie, unnie..." Song Yuqi tilted her head slightly in that direction, "Look over there... why does it feel a little familiar?"

Zhao Meiyan looked up, somewhat bewildered, when Song Yuqi nudged her: "Huh? What?"

She looked in the direction Song Yuqi indicated, her gaze passing over the busy figures and equipment on set.

In the distance, a slender figure wearing a dark coat, a baseball cap, and a mask could be seen.

She was standing on tiptoe, tilting her head slightly, trying to peer into the core area of ​​the filming, while carrying something that was clearly a food bag in her hand.

They look somewhat familiar, but I don't think they're staff.

You can't recognize who it is just by looking at their back.

Zhao Meiyan's gaze followed that figure.

The figure seemed to have finally locked onto its target.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk had just finished filming a scene and was walking to the sidelines to rest when his assistant handed him some water.

The dark figure immediately slipped through the gaps in the crowd and strode quickly toward Quan Xuanhe.

"She's gone."

The two watched from a distance.

The figure walked to Quan Xuanhe's side and naturally stood to the side, blocking some of the view that might be projected from their direction.

She tilted her head slightly, seemingly talking to Quan Xuanhe, while handing him the exquisite-looking paper bag she was holding.

The distance and angle prevented Zhao Meiyan and Song Yuqi from seeing the person's face clearly; they could only see a few strands of dark hair peeking out from under the brim of her hat.

Then, they saw something that made their hearts skip a beat.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk seemed to respond to the other person's words, nodding casually.

Then, the man very naturally reached out his hand, not to hand the bag to Kwon Hyun-hyuk, but directly to the water glass he was holding in his other hand.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk was very cooperative and almost habitually handed the water glass to the other person.

His posture and practiced movements made him seem like the perfect, considerate assistant.

Song Yuqi leaned close to Zhao Meiyan's ear and asked, "Who is this? Is she his new assistant?"

She sounded quite relaxed, not at all like someone who was particularly incredible.

Zhao Meiyan didn't speak, but just looked at the two of them from afar, her gaze equally puzzled.

"Tsk..."

Song Yuqi clicked her tongue, "This assistant looks really pretty from behind, unlike the typical staff..."

She tried hard to make out who it was, but the person kept their head slightly lowered, and their hat and mask obscured their true face.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk took the croissant from Yoo Jimin and naturally held the iced Americano in his hand as well.

He looked into her bright, slightly boastful eyes under the brim of her hat, and spoke casually, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Oh, right, Zhimin, Meiyan and Yuqi also came to visit the set." He gestured slightly with his chin toward the corner of the rest area.

"Right over there."

Liu Zhimin's smile froze instantly.

She looked in the direction Quan Xuanhe indicated, her gaze passing through the figures moving around the set and the messy equipment.

In a relatively quiet corner of the rest area, two figures wearing masks were sitting.

One of the figures was one she knew all too well—it was Zhao Meiyan, and the one next to her, looking around with a hint of curiosity, was Song Yuqi.

Liu Zhimin seemed to have been put on pause.

She didn't expect Zhao Meiyan to be here.

These past few days, she's been immersed in the joy of having exclusive control of the illustrious film set, even plotting her way up to the top, almost forgetting her status as the official girlfriend.

Seeing Zhao Meiyan appear before him so suddenly, he felt embarrassed and guilty.

"Now that you've seen it, go say hello."

These words jolted Liu Zhimin out of her daze.

She abruptly turned her gaze to Quan Xuanhe, her eyes widening under the brim of her hat, filled with disbelief: "Now?" "What the hell?"

She instinctively wanted to shake her head, back away, or even find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"They will recognize you, don't run away."

Quan Xuanhe's eyes showed a hint of helplessness, but his meaning was quite clear.

Go say hello.

Otherwise, what do you want to do?

He could not indulge Liu Zhimin, nor could he allow Zhao Meiyan to tolerate him indefinitely.

Although it's difficult to be impartial, he needs to try his best to do so.

Finally, under Quan Xuanhe's calm yet extremely oppressive gaze, Liu Zhimin resignedly nodded.

I suddenly felt powerless.

Why even think about getting the phone password and checking the chat history?

The person in question directly confronted him.
Password.
Liu Zhimin walked slowly in that direction, and Quan Xuanhe watched her back as she gradually moved away.

The two figures became clearer and clearer in her vision, and she felt an increasing sense of oppression from them.

Even through the mask and the distance, Zhao Meiyan's quiet figure exuded an aura that made Liu Zhimin feel a little guilty.

Song Yuqi's curious gaze now seemed to be carrying a scrutinizing searchlight.

As they drew closer, Liu Zhimin raised her head and met Zhao Meiyan's gaze.

Zhao Meiyan had already put down her phone and looked curiously at the stranger who was walking towards her.

As they drew closer, their features made them recognize the person.

Liu Zhimin slowly walked up to the two of them, no more than two steps away, and greeted them politely and courteously.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Miyeon-senpai, Yuqi-senpai."

Zhao Meiyan has never been a person with a sharp temper.

She is very kind.

Although it was Liu Zhimin standing in front of her at this moment.

(End of this chapter)