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Chapter 388 The Joker Carried the Game? (Aww, an incredibly cool and clear voice - requesting monthly votes)
"Where are you—you little bastard... Waaah..."

The torrential rain in Seongbuk-dong poured down like beads from a broken string, pounding against the French windows of the villa and splashing up a hazy trail of water. Gong Cheng sat in his study, holding his phone. Through the receiver came Kim Ji-soo's tearful cries. Her voice held a hint of her usual spoiled nature, but it was overwhelmed by deep sorrow, making her sound like a wounded little thing, sobbing helplessly in the rain.

He paused, a sudden tightness in his chest: "What happened at Chengbei Cave?"

The words had barely left her lips when she heard the sound of rain even clearer on the other end of the line, along with Jisoo's trembling voice: "I'm coming to find you, wait for me..."

"Where are you?" Gong Cheng asked anxiously as he stood up from the study.

The memory of being stalked when he took Kim Jisoo home last time inexplicably flashed before his eyes. Could it be that our Jisoo had encountered the same situation again? For a moment, his heart was in turmoil, and he ran to the living room to look for his car keys.

Late at night, a rainstorm, a murder case—all the elements are there…

……

The motion-activated lights in the hallway went out again. Kim Ji-soo leaned against the cold wall, listening to Gong Cheng's panicked voice through the receiver. The dissatisfaction and grievances in her heart swelled up like a waterlogged sponge.

But within this sense of grievance, there was also a touch of inexplicable warmth and dependence. He was worried about me, wasn't he?

She sniffled and asked, sobbing, "Have you been drinking again?"

The voice was soft, yet carried a stubborn seriousness; I was also worried about you.

The sound of the heavy rain pounding on the stairwell roof was deafening. Kim Ji-soo's mind started racing. What if he came to pick her up drunk in this downpour? What if he was driving under the influence...? She didn't dare to think about what might happen next... She just felt that she couldn't lose Gong Cheng anymore; this little bastard was all she had left.

Relatives and friends are unreliable; they are far less trustworthy than those you hold firmly in your hands, which give you peace of mind.

"Where are you?" Gong Cheng didn't answer the question about drinking. Instead, he pressed her for her location again, his tone more urgent than before, even with a hint of unyielding force.

He already had the car keys in his hand and had changed her shoes. As long as she gave him the address... whether it was a stalker or some other trouble, he would only feel at ease if he got this crying person to his side first.

Anxiety made Gong Cheng's brain tremble, and his head began to ache.

"Are you willing to die for me because I drove drunk?" Kim Jisoo asked tentatively, suppressing the surging grievances in her heart. Earlier at Zhao Meiyan's house, she had overheard Minatozaki Sana and Zhao Meiyan's discussion about how Miyako would die for them and even eat shit for them. Her heart ached. Was it really true?
But right now, this brat seems to really intend to die for his drunk driving?

He was truly sincere with himself...

Gong Cheng sat on the carpet in the living room of the villa, clutching his car keys, his head throbbing. He wanted to calmly and gently comfort Jin Zhixiu, that idiot, but the surging emotions inside him, combined with the headache, made him involuntarily shout, "What's wrong?"

Dr. Eiko's suggestion might be right; he should at least get some painkillers.

"..." Upon hearing his roar, Kim Jisoo, who had just been sobbing, immediately stopped trembling. She stood alone in the stairwell for two seconds, terrified, then clutched her chest, gasping for breath, and burst into tears: "Waaah..."

"Gong Cheng...don't yell at me!"

"Even if you care about me, you can't be mean to me!"

Kim Jisoo squatted down, sobbing pitifully. "How come I've never seen you be mean to Jo Miyeon?" She sniffled twice, then wiped her nose and tears. "I'm coming to find you. Wait for me in Seongbuk-dong. I've already taken a taxi."

After saying that, she immediately hung up the phone, pulled the wet, rain-soaked hoodie hood over her head, and quickly ran into the heavy rain to the roadside, waving to passing taxis.

"..." After Kim Jisoo, soaking wet, sat in the back seat of the taxi and gave the address of Seongbuk-dong, she took out her phone, snapped a picture in the car, and sent it to Gong Cheng: "Wait for me there, you little rascal, I miss you so much, really, really..."

After sending the message, she seemed to have all her strength suddenly drained away. She curled up in her seat, her beautiful face red and swollen with tears, and looked out the window at the torrential rain.

I thought the "Jiangdong Women" were just fair-weather friends, but now it turns out they're not even as good as fair-weather friends as Zhao Meiyan. They're like shattered glass, leaving people covered in blood, their hearts bleeding profusely.

Kim Ji-soo's sad eyes flickered with Gong Cheng's features, and she subconsciously touched the strawberry-colored burlap sack in her pocket.

Some things should be returned to their rightful owners.

Even though she desperately wanted Gong Cheng to appear before her right now, feeling his care was enough. She was going to find him. The sack was ready for him. The longing she had suppressed for four years was now burning like wildfire. And her friendship with Zhao Meiyan, along with that diary, had come to an end...

……

"I miss you so much, my dear (puppy), really, really..."

Upon seeing the picture of Kim Jisoo getting into the car, Gong Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He poured himself a glass of warm water, sat on the sofa, and stared at the message she had sent. He subconsciously interpreted the words "bastard" as "darling." Girls, after all, like to say the opposite of what they mean, their words often containing hidden meanings.

He rubbed his temples and muttered softly, "What's wrong with you, Jisoo?"

I can't figure it out, my head hurts so much...

Gong Cheng, tall and imposing, with disheveled hair, was curled up on the carpet, clutching a sofa cushion. He recalled the moment he had lost control of his emotions, raised his slender hand, which trembled slightly in mid-air, and shielded his eyes from the harsh light of the ceiling chandelier. He was even more confused: "What happened to me..."

"Drip~"

After lying on the carpet for about five minutes, Gong Cheng's headache eased a bit. He picked up his phone from beside his cheek and glanced at the message from Mingi Mina: "Cheng-chan~ I just took a nice shower~ What are you doing?"

"You haven't been cheating on me, have you? (chuckles)"

The tone was joking, yet it carried a cautious, tentative undertone.

Gong Cheng glanced at it... "My character and innocence, has my reputation really deteriorated to this extent?"
He smiled and replied, "Of course not, I'll remain chaste for you today!"

Regarding his relationship with Mina, Miyamoto also wanted to try to change things to meet Mina's expectations. He was trying his best to manage the relationship, even if he remained incorrigible in the future. He had genuinely tried to make changes, and even if he didn't succeed, at least he had tried his best.

without regret.

"..."

After chatting with Mina for a few minutes, Miyako felt a little sleepy and dozed off on the carpet for a while, when the phone rang again. He glanced at the time; it was 11:30 p.m. It was Kim Jisoo calling: "I've arrived."

Gong Cheng got up from the carpet, pressed a button on the monitor in front of the door, and the screen lit up instantly. The first thing that popped up was the live view of the courtyard gate—the torrential rain was like dense silver threads, weaving the entire courtyard into a white mist, and the street lamp next to the gate cast a blurry warm light in the rain.

He pressed the switch on the courtyard gate, but his gaze inadvertently swept across the lower corner of the screen—Gong Cheng's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes were fixed on the screen.

Kim Jisoo, her small body soaked to the bone by the rain, stood shivering under the security camera in front of the gate, her arms wrapped around her chest to ward off the cold. Her thin sweatshirt collar framed her pale face, and her hair, as if just pulled from the water, clung to her cheeks, forehead, and neck in strands, water still dripping from the ends, pattering down her chin. She looked like a defeated dog abandoned in the rain, utterly disheveled…

"Damn... how did it get like this?" Gong Cheng opened his mouth, looking completely bewildered, but after opening the courtyard gate, he immediately grabbed the umbrella from the entryway, not even bothering to change his shoes, and rushed out into the puddles outside...

As Kim Jisoo saw the courtyard gate open, she took a deep breath and wrapped her already soaked thin sweatshirt tighter around her. The fabric clung to her skin, the icy touch seeping into her bones through her pores. She had only taken two steps into the courtyard when a figure carrying an umbrella rushed into her line of sight.

She sniffed, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes just moments before now mingled with the rain, indistinguishable from one another, leaving only the stinging sensation on her nose and the lump in her throat: "You little bastard!"

...He stomped his feet on the spot, swung his arms like noodles, and shouted.

Through the rain, Jisoo's response was a questioning voice: "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?"

Kim Jisoo stood in the rain with her head tilted to the side, making no attempt to hide her disheveled state.

She's not just pathetic, she's a complete idiot...

When he saw Gong Cheng rushing towards him, his once handsome face now showed a tense expression as he muttered, "Are you crazy?"

Kim Jisoo didn't see any reproach on his face, but rather a lot of heartache and panic. Then she noticed that he had run over wearing only slippers... and the umbrella that was suddenly held over her head, as well as his broad shoulders and neck, which were being washed by the rain because the umbrella was too small... and other small details.

He still misses me so much... He can't hide it anymore, can he?

Jisoo raised her hand and wiped her face, her fingertips brushing against her cheek, it was hard to tell if she was wiping away the remaining raindrops or the tears that had just welled up. Then, she gently opened her arms under the umbrella, her shoulders slightly hunched, her soft, trembling voice filled with grievance: "Hug me..."

I need a hug~ She was really bullied so badly, boohoo.

“…” Gong Cheng stood in the rain, raising his hand to smooth his rain-soaked hair.

Another shower? Ugh! But the thought of complaining was quickly swept away by the hurt in Kim Jisoo's eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, her face was pale from the rain and her hurt, and even the corners of her mouth were slightly downturned. She looked so broken that he couldn't refuse.

Gong Cheng sighed, saying nothing, but simply moved the umbrella closer to Kim Jisoo to make sure she wasn't getting wet at all. Then he opened his arms and gently pulled her into his embrace: "Why are you making it like a melodramatic soap opera? It's so cheesy, I'm not used to it..."

He muttered something and patted Jisoo's soaked head.

He's not like Yoona, who always takes on those cheesy scripts.

"Waaah..." Kim Jisoo rested her head on Gong Cheng's shoulder, her nose brushing against his rain-soaked collar, but she didn't feel cold; instead, it felt so warm and familiar... Suddenly, her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face again: "Waaah... They're all bullying me..."

"Who bullied you?" Gong Cheng asked suspiciously, gently patting her back with a rare tenderness. But glancing at the heavy rain around them and Kim Ji-soo, who wouldn't let go of him, he silently bent down, grabbed her right arm, and lifted her wet little body up. Holding the umbrella in his left hand, he walked towards the villa, jokingly saying:

"Noona, you're really something, letting a drunk person take care of you."

Kim Ji-soo felt herself being lifted with great force, her feet momentarily dangling in the air. But when she lifted her face and saw the swaying rain behind her, she was afraid of falling, so she wrapped her arms around Gong Cheng's neck and asked in a tearful voice, "Am I heavy?"

Suddenly, she remembered the negative comments about her online, like her thick legs and being fat... She cared a lot about them.

"Not heavy, very light." Gong Cheng chuckled, his head throbbing slightly. But as he carried Kim Jisoo forward, he suddenly felt a sharp prick on his abs. It didn't feel like a phone, and he wondered what was in Kim Jisoo's hoodie pocket. "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'm here, noona~"

"Tell me who bullied you, and I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget..."

As he pushed open the villa door, he gently placed Kim Ji-soo in the entryway and asked her with concern. Thinking of this, Gong Cheng's anger flared up.

If it's still those same stalkers, then this will never end.

"Really?" Kim Ji-soo, who had just regained her footing, looked up when she heard this and stared intently at Gong Cheng's rain-streaked face. Her mind was filled with memories of being deceived by Zhao Meiyan, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably: "Zhao Meiyan!"

"Can't you control your daughter?... She, she's bullying me..."

At this point, she turned her head away, feeling utterly ashamed. She was so embarrassed she didn't know how to even begin to speak…

Gong Cheng was in the shoe cabinet, getting slippers for Kim Jisoo. Hearing this, he paused, "That Pabu?" As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly raised his eyelids to look at Kim Jisoo. He probably understood why our Jisoo was so devastated.
She cried until the tip of her nose turned red—a bright red red.

"She's not Paboo—" Upon hearing the word "Paboo," Kim Jisoo felt a stab to her heart, a sudden wave of suffocation washing over her. She hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice sharp with stubbornness: "You're not allowed to call her Paboo anymore!"

For four years, I was kept in the dark like a fool, cruelly manipulated, and all my sincere feelings turned into their schemes and persecution...

Kim Jisoo couldn't help but lean forward again, pressing her head heavily against Gong Cheng's waist and abdomen, her arms tightly wrapped around his back, her shoulders heaving violently from sobbing: "I'm your Pabu..."

"Alasso, I know, don't cry." Gong Cheng gently placed his hand on her back, his tone softening, "How about we go take a shower first?"

Kim Jisoo cried in his arms and retorted, "No—you don't know!"

The white moonlight had no idea how that despicable woman had bullied her!
“I know…” Gong Cheng’s throat bobbed, and after thinking for a moment, he decided he should answer the truth. He had suspected what had happened back then, but Zhao Meiyan was his own daughter, how could he possibly say such a thing… He could only pretend to be confused, and besides, Jin Zhixiu’s self-serving actions back then were indeed infuriating, which just happened to fulfill her wish to draw a line between them.

Even if he's a bastard and wants to have his cake and eat it too, one thing at a time.

I've accepted the double standards.

"You don't understand!" Kim Jisoo suddenly lifted her head from his embrace, her eyes red-rimmed and her body trembling uncontrollably. "It's one thing for you to bully me... but why do they all bully me?"

"Lim Nayeon, Bae Joo-hyun, Cho Mi-yeon... My heart feels heavy and aching."

She spoke through sobs, crying so hard she was almost out of breath.

Lim Nayeon called herself a "homewrecker" back then, but I was the one who came first...

Bae Joo-hyun disgusted me right in front of me, and I even stood up for her and Gong Cheng while they kissed? Waaah.

Zhao Meiyan...

After saying that, Kim Jisoo raised her pale, bloodless face and looked at him expectantly yet aggrievedly: "Didn't you say you were going to teach them a lesson? Go ahead and do it..."

"Okay." Gong Cheng's serious gaze met her helpless and desperate eyes, and his heart ached terribly. As he spoke, he picked up the car keys from the shoe cabinet, ready to turn around and leave... He really felt sorry for her.

The downside of having many female relatives is that it makes it difficult to maintain a balanced relationship. But there always has to be some form of punishment, right?
Master Gong is very fair and just...

For Ji-soo—one of Gong Cheng's first loves—he decides to avenge our Ji-soo.

She ruthlessly fed those women who bullied her.

"You're not allowed to go today!" Seeing his expressionless figure as he left and his protective attitude, Kim Ji-soo quickly reached out and grabbed Gong Cheng's wrist, lowering her voice: "Stay with me."

Gong Cheng turned to look at her pale face: "Then why don't you go take a shower first?"

In an instant, he realized who had revealed his affair with eight women to Zhao Meiyan tonight. Just as he had guessed, it was Minatozaki Sana from Daegu and Minato-chan. But he never expected that the unlucky guy in front of him would be there too.

"Mmm..." Kim Jisoo nodded like a chick pecking at rice. When she was outside, perhaps because she was soaked by the rain, the rainwater mixed with her body heat actually felt a little warm.

But now that she's inside, she feels a chill all over her body, a goosebump-like coldness and a bone-chilling sense of betrayal from Zhao Meiyan.

Fortunately, the puppy in front of me is very heartwarming.

"..."

As Gong Cheng pulled Kim Ji-soo upstairs, he quickly took off his soaking wet pajamas and threw them on the floor.

Seeing this, Kim Jisoo couldn't help but shudder. How did he beat me to it?

She slightly raised her chin, her red and swollen eyes looking at Gong Cheng: "...You, what are you doing..." But her eyes stole glances at his broad shoulders and narrow waist... Her gaze moved down to the Kpop must-eat list he was wearing in his pajama pants—a swaying bottle of red wine.

"You got wet in the rain, throw the clothes in the washing machine." Gong Cheng led Kim Ji-soo towards the master bedroom, wondering what she was thinking... He pointed to the bathroom inside and instructed, "Go in, throw the clothes by the door, I'll put them in the washing machine later."

After saying that, he glanced at Kim Jisoo, who was hesitating in front of the bathroom door, waved his hand and urged her to come in, "Hurry up and go in~"

Feeling that she didn't trust his character, Gong Cheng gave her a displeased look: "I wouldn't do such a despicable thing."

Kim Jisoo seemed to sense the unhappiness in his tone, and quickly pouted and waved her hand: "No, no, I was just thinking that I didn't bring any spare clothes..."

Despicable?

How could you say that to me—you little brat…

"Clothes?" Gong Cheng thought for a moment, then turned to the wardrobe, picked out a black shirt, and held it up to Kim Ji-soo's trembling frame. It was much too big, but it would look sexy when worn with a skirt, right? "A shirt, how about this?"

Kim Jisoo nodded and hugged the shirt to her chest, but when she saw the tag still hanging on the collar, she shook her head in resistance: "I don't want this one."

“…Difficult to please…” Gong Cheng took a deep breath, glanced at her, and then gestured towards the wardrobe: “Choose one yourself, or go to the walk-in closet next door and take your time.”

Kim Ji-soo mustered her courage, not wanting to be as polite to Gong Cheng as before. She walked to the wardrobe, not wanting to go to the walk-in closet.

Based on her understanding of this scoundrel, the wardrobe was filled with clothes sent by high-end luxury brands, which he generally wouldn't wear and were all new. However, the bedroom closet mostly contained clothes he had worn. She wanted to find one that he had worn but had no tags.

"..." After rummaging through the wardrobe, Kim Jisoo picked out a white shirt that Gong Cheng had worn and hugged it to her chest.

But glancing to the side, she caught sight of Gong Cheng deep in thought. Her voice, hoarse from crying, crisply asked, "What are you thinking about?" "You don't need a bra, right? I'll give you the buttons when you come out; make sure they're tight." Gong Cheng spoke with a caring expression, adopting the posture of a saintly gentleman who "doesn't approach women," which suddenly made Kim Ji-soo feel a surge of anger.

"Since you're so considerate, I don't need a bra, but I'll at least need underwear, right? Do you expect me to walk around your house without anything underneath?"

Upon hearing this, Gong Cheng chuckled and glanced at her. Then, in front of Kim Ji-soo, he got up and rummaged through a drawer in the middle of the wardrobe, pulling out two sets of exquisitely packaged women's panties, one white and one black, made of lace and with somewhat provocative, erotic designs.

He threw the two sets of underwear on the bed: "They're both new, you should be able to wear them, choose whichever you like."

The villa in Seongbuk-dong has only been visited by Han So-hee so far. This thing was brought by her last visit and is just a spare.

Kim Jisoo is 162cm tall, and Han So-hee is 165cm tall, which is about the same height.

I guess I'll just have to make do for one night...

Kim Ji-soo's lips trembled as she looked at the two sets of sexy lingerie lying on the bed. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger as she glared at Gong Cheng. She pointed at him and felt as if the sky had fallen: "How could you have such things?"

My heart is filled with grief and suffocation.

"...What do you mean by 'this kind of thing'?" Gong Cheng rubbed his temples and looked at her with a straight face: "It's not surprising that I have this kind of thing in your eyes, is it?"

Look at our Jisoo, who's about to collapse.

He quickly added tentatively, "It's not Zhao Meiyan's, don't worry."

As soon as she finished speaking, unexpectedly, her words were quite effective. Kim Ji-soo's trembling body stopped slightly. She glared at Gong Cheng with a wronged expression, then lowered her head to pick out a black dress and hugged it to her chest.

That's true, that bastard is the kind of person who's easily swayed by women... And, this thing wasn't even used by him and Zhao Meiyan? That means it was used with another girl... Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little happier. Well, here I am, using it?

Seeing Kim Ji-soo obediently walk into the bathroom, Gong Cheng quickly found her a toothbrush and a toothbrush cup, and handed them to her: "Remember to leave your clothes by the door. I'll go upstairs to get them and put them in the washing machine later. Here's a bath towel for you, don't use mine, and don't mix them up."

"Snap!" The bathroom door had just closed when, upon hearing this, Kim Jisoo opened it a crack again, poked her head out, and frowned angrily, saying, "You're disgusted with me?"

"Ani~" Gong Cheng saw her face gradually regaining color and looked so pathetic that he couldn't help but laugh. "It's not hygienic!"

Kim Jisoo snorted angrily, "Then when you're sleeping with so many girls, don't you feel it's unhygienic?"

At this point, she suddenly remembered learning tonight that this scoundrel dared to date seven girls at the same time, and she couldn't help but start lecturing him:
"Do you even have any concept of chastity? I'm not asking you to stay a virgin forever, I'm not a devil, but what's the point of cheating on so many girls? What's wrong with your concept of chastity? If this continues, you'll cheat seven times at 23, fourteen times at 46, and eventually you'll become a tentacle monster, and then..."

Kim Jisoo, shameless as ever, tried to glorify herself: "As your first love, I have to drown you in the Han River, you know that?"

Gong Cheng listened intently, and after she finished her rambling explanation, he blinked and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense, Jisoo~"

Seeing his earnest reflection, Kim Ji-soo smiled for the first time that night, thinking, "He's a promising young man."

"46 years old and cheated on 14 times? You're underestimating me..."

Upon hearing Gong Cheng's next words, Kim Ji-soo's face darkened: "And another thing, stop joking. When did you become my first love? Of course you're not a demon, but you're not my girlfriend either. Mind your own business and go take a shower."

"Bang!" Kim Jisoo slammed the bathroom door shut, leaned against the wall, and secretly wiped away her tears.

Good heavens, look what Zhao Meiyan has done to our beloved white moonlight.
"Hey, are you angry?" Gong Cheng stood up from the single sofa and asked with a smile. Hearing the sound of running water inside, he laughed and shouted, "Are you hungry? I'll make you some soup to warm you up, and some ramen too. It's a pity we didn't stock a lot of groceries for this house... so just make do with this~"

Kim Jisoo curled up in the bathtub, her hands covering her face, silently shedding pearly tears. When she heard Gong Cheng's voice outside the door, she raised her aggrieved face and stubbornly shouted in a defiant manner, "I'm not your first love, nor am I your daughter..."

"Don't take such good care of me... Waaah." Her voice trembled, and she was breathless and cold.

Gong Cheng chuckled outside the door. He pulled another outfit out of the closet and held it in his hand, arrogantly replying, "Ani, don't you know that the words of a handsome man like me are never to be trusted?"

In the steamy bathtub, Kim Jisoo had just slowly lay down, letting the warm water wash over her waist, abdomen, and cheeks, when she heard these words. She quickly straightened up her fair and smooth body, and her miserable face changed.

It seems true; you can't trust a jerk's words: "So you mean, am I your first love, or... your girlfriend...?"

A hint of expectation flashed in Jisoo's red and swollen eyes.

Outside the door, Gong Cheng replied, "What? I meant, cooking for you and taking care of you is a lie!"

"thump!"

Kim Jisoo huddled in the bathtub, trembling all over. She raised her fist and pounded it on the water with a look of utter despair and rage, splashing water everywhere: "I'll f*** you... Gong Cheng!"

……

After leaving the master bedroom, Gong Cheng took his pajamas to the downstairs bathroom, took a quick shower, and then, while drying his wet hair, went upstairs to throw Kim Ji-soo's clothes into the washing machine. Before throwing them in, he checked his pockets and found nothing.

It's not that I have a penchant for prying into other people's privacy; I'm mainly worried that there might be tissues or banknotes inside that get shredded by the roller.

But strangely, the prickly thing wasn't there when he was holding Jisoo earlier...

The pockets are quite clean...

After finishing these tasks at a leisurely pace, Gong Cheng went to the bedroom next to the master bedroom and tidied up the bed. He decided to let Kim Ji-soo stay there for the night. He wasn't the kind of person to take advantage of someone in distress, and he had just promised the little penguin that he would remain chaste for her tonight.

Haji Cheng – A promise is a promise.

...Going downstairs to the kitchen, Gong Cheng cooked a small pot of warming porridge and made two packets of ramen. He then sat in the dining room waiting for Kim Ji-soo to finish cleaning up and come downstairs.

……

Upstairs in the bathroom, Kim Jisoo had just finished a refreshing shower. She glanced at the two towels on the cabinet; the gray one belonged to Gong Cheng, and the white one was hers. Gritting her teeth, she resolutely reached for the gray towel and began drying herself, muttering to herself:
"I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it, I'll wipe it! I'll make you so angry... You've become a germaphobe? You shameless bastard!"

After finally managing to dry herself off, Kim Jisoo glanced at the strawberry-scented burlap sack she had secretly placed beside the sink while changing clothes, then at the black lingerie next to it. Her face flushed crimson. She tore open the sack and saw…

I suddenly felt my blood pressure rise.

Which woman is so provocative? The black lace panties are open-fronted and have very little fabric. To Kim Jisoo, they're just a few thin strings tied together. The lace fabric is just a pretentious embellishment. What's the difference between this and not wearing anything at all?
With a blush, Kim Jisoo reached down to her lower back and tied two thin ropes together.

……

Kim Jisoo gripped the stair railing and slowly descended the stairs, wearing Gong Cheng's white shirt. The fabric was so wide it covered her thighs, and the sleeves were rolled up to her forearms, revealing her fair arms. The shirt still carried the faint scent of Gong Cheng, mixed with the fresh fragrance of her shower gel after her shower, which was very comforting.

But she thought to herself, this feeling of peace of mind, four years late... should have been hers all along.

Zhao Meiyan—you thief who stole other people's happiness and lives...

Kim Ji-soo walked very lightly. When she came down to the first floor, she saw Gong Cheng sitting on the sofa with his back to her. He didn't seem to notice her coming down. He didn't turn on the TV or look at his phone. Instead, he was rubbing his temples with both hands.

She slowly walked over and stood behind Gong Cheng, only then realizing that he had his eyes closed and his brows were slightly furrowed.

When she thought of what Gong Cheng had said earlier, that he was neither her first love nor her mother, Kim Ji-soo sneered inwardly. But she still slapped away Gong Cheng's fingers that were pressed against her temple, put her index and middle fingers together, made a "sword" shape, and placed them on his temple. It was not to rub it for him or anything, but she wished she could stab him to death with the "sword"!

Yes! Stab him to death!

That little rascal...

"Finished washing?" Gong Cheng opened his eyes with a "whoosh," smiled and looked up at her. He then shook his head off her fingers, stood up, and said, "Hurry up and eat something. We're just in time to come down, otherwise it will get cold."

Kim Jisoo was about to ask him if he wasn't feeling well, since he looked like he was in a lot of pain, but upon hearing this, she stood still, maintaining her dignity: "Didn't you say you wouldn't cook for me? Was that all a lie?"

Gong Cheng glanced at her, and that look made Kim Ji-soo very uncomfortable. She busily smoothed the hair behind her ear, her eyebrows and eyes were aloof and stubborn, but her eyes were still swollen like two waterlogged peaches, and even her lower eyelids were a little dark, clearly showing that she had just been crying.

"Everything I said was a lie~ Hurry up and eat something..."

Helpless, Gong Cheng stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her forward.

Kim Jisoo: "Didn't you say you wouldn't lie to me anymore?" She sat down at the dining table again, looking at the steaming ramen and porridge.

Gong Cheng picked up the water glass beside him and took a sip: "It's because you're special that I lied to you~"

"Why wouldn't I lie to Lisa, Jennie, and Rosé?" he said confidently, picking up his chopsticks and handing them to Jisoo. "Why would I only lie to you? Isn't it because you're special? Aren't you important to me?"

With such a simple and direct comparison, Kim Jisoo thought about it thoughtfully... and it really was true...

No, that's complete nonsense. She rolled her eyes at Gong Cheng, but when she saw the 'heartwarming midnight snack' on the table, her heart warmed up, and she smiled slightly.

The unpleasantness with Zhao Meiyan was also briefly forgotten.

"..."

Gong Cheng barely touched his chopsticks; only Kim Ji-soo ate. But then again, after crying and wailing all night, how could she not be hungry?

A large white shirt draped over Kim Jisoo's body, making her look exceptionally petite. Her fair thighs, slightly chilled, were pressed together under the table, while her brows and eyelashes drooped slightly as she focused intently on eating, savoring the delicious aroma!

She occasionally glanced at Gong Cheng, then quickly lowered her head again. Her swollen eyes glistened with tears under the light. Before, she had seen Gong Cheng's aggrieved and stubborn side, but now she looked more vulnerable and haggard.

……

After the late-night snack, Gong Cheng, feeling a bit sleepy, led Jin Zhixiu upstairs. The throbbing pain in his head had subsided considerably, but his eyelids were heavy with drowsiness.

He pointed to the bedroom next to the master bedroom: "How about here tonight? The sheets and everything are new..."

After saying that, Gong Cheng turned and walked into the master bedroom, but the little tail following behind him kept staring at him.

"Not sleepy?" Gong Cheng raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, his gaze unconsciously sweeping downwards...

Jisoo's shirt collar wasn't buttoned up properly, revealing a small patch of her fair collarbone, below which was a faintly visible curve, making her figure appear exceptionally slender. The oversized shirt hem only covered mid-thigh, revealing two fair and slender legs. In her white slippers, her arches were slightly raised, and the purple nail polish on her toes shimmered under the corridor lights, exuding an unintentional sexiness.

Purple, it has a lot of charm...

Normally, Gong Cheng would definitely spend some time with one of his first loves.

But now, his headache had finally subsided, and all he wanted to do was sleep and get through the long night. In the past, even with the help of alcohol, he would suffer from insomnia until midnight before he could fall asleep.

Kim Jisoo glanced at Gong Cheng and blinked her long eyelashes.

Something's not right.
Our beloved Bai Yueguang is such a lecherous person, what's wrong with her today... Is she playing hard to get? Kim Jisoo pursed her pink lips and pondered for a while. She mustered her courage and said in a slightly trembling voice, "I want to sleep with you."

"..." Gong Cheng looked at her blankly, as if testing Mo: "Do you think I'm the kind of promiscuous man?"

"Aren't you Mo?" Kim Jisoo asked through gritted teeth.

What more do you want from me?
She's really tired, and I'm in this state too... I just want to love this world.

Gong Cheng's face trembled slightly at the bluntness of the words. He took off his pajamas right in front of Kim Ji-soo, revealing his well-defined body lines to her. He lay down on the bed and covered himself with the blanket: "Whatever."

After saying that, he provocatively patted the empty right side of the large bed beneath him.

"..." Kim Jisoo's delicate face was tense as she bit her lip, her fingers constantly clenching the hem of her shirt... Was he seducing me?

She forced herself to remain calm, took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, rolled over past Gong Cheng's legs, and crawled into the blankets on the right side. Under Gong Cheng's bewildered gaze, she touched the strawberry sack she had hidden under her pillow after taking a shower, and felt a little calmer.

Then, Kim Jisoo, quite naturally, reached out and snapped off the bedside lamp, asking softly, "How many girls have you slept with..."

"I've never slept with you."

Gong Cheng found it hard to believe that Jisoo would be so proactive, so he gave an evasive answer...

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his throat tighten and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Suddenly, a warm body snuggled into the bed, carrying the fresh scent of shower gel, and slowly moved closer to him. The body's shoulder gently brushed against his arm, and strands of hair brushed against his neck. Even the breath was warm and ticklish.

The throbbing pain in my head vanished in an instant, migrating elsewhere.

"Then tonight... does it count?" Kim Jisoo's voice softened, with a hint of tentative tenderness. Her warm breath brushed against his ear, sending a shiver down Gong Cheng's spine.

"..." Gong Cheng didn't say anything, but he heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off.

Kim Ji-soo took off her oversized white shirt in the darkness and threw it on the carpet under the bed. As she crawled back into bed, tears streamed down her face. Her mind was racing, and she recalled her past folly and her hatred for Jo Mi-yeon.

“…I’m cold, you little brat…” Kim Jisoo snuggled into Gong Cheng’s arms and hugged him tightly.

Gong Cheng... I can't breathe!

Are you fucking cold and you're taking off your clothes?

"Don't do this, Jisoo..." Gong Cheng's voice was a little hoarse, his remaining rationality flickering like a candle in the wind, and suddenly Mina's gentle face flashed through his mind...

Kim Ji-soo kept getting closer, her burning body pressed against Gong Cheng's chest. "You're using my words!" But it was too late. She stubbornly raised her face, leaned close to Gong Cheng's lips, and kissed him. With one hand under the pillow, she pulled out Zhao Meiyan's strawberry sack.

Warm lips carrying a faint fragrance, Gong Cheng responded in a daze.

He really is lost...

"Why are you so skilled at this?" Kim Jisoo released her grip on his lips and asked softly, her breath ragged.

Gong Cheng: "I practiced for you."

As he was speaking, he felt Kim Jisoo slam heavily onto him with a "thud," and Gong Cheng pleaded softly as if he were being forced into prostitution: "Hajima...don't do this..."

Through the moonlight, Kim Jisoo looked down at Gong Cheng's panicked eyes, but his hands betrayed her. She slapped Gong Cheng on the shoulder, then, afraid of hurting him, rubbed it gently, soothing him patiently and tenderly: "Don't be afraid~ I'll just rub against you..."

"..."

Aww~ Such an incredibly clear and cool voice...

"..." Gong Cheng's eyes were wet as he looked at Kim Ji-soo, who was on top of him. Her actions were so rough... He remembered his promise to Mina, that he had kept his chastity for her today, and Gong Cheng couldn't help but shed tears of guilt.

Damn it, even a bastard like me can shed tears?

But when I glanced at the time on my phone screen in the darkness, it was 1:23 AM.

Gong Cheng revived on the spot. Oh dear, it's past 12 o'clock. So it's a new day?

What I promised Mina was that I would remain chaste for her yesterday. What does that have to do with today?

Gong Cheng quickly came to his senses, but the more he tried to stop the flow of water, the more it flowed on...

I'm determined to teach that audacious Xiuxiu a lesson!

"Saranghae, Jisoo-ah..."

(End of this chapter)