Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

"Oh my!"

As Jiang Xingchen made her move, the crowd gasped in surprise once again.

They never imagined that Ham Eun-jung was wearing a wig!

The same applies to Lee Jae-jin.

After a brief moment of surprise, he seemed to realize something.

He glanced uncertainly at Jiang Xingchen.

Jiang Xingchen smiled slightly.

They said nothing, yet the answer was clear.

"Designer-nim," Lee Jae-jin frowned, looking at Ham Eun-jung in the mirror, and after a moment's thought, continued, "Could you please put this wig back on?"

Lee Jae-jin, who had intended to confront Ham Eun-jung about her wearing a wig for filming without her consent, realized as she spoke that no one present had noticed this all afternoon.

In a sense.

With so many professionals present.

They can all go unnoticed.

This in itself proves its reliability.

But I'm not entirely sure.

Therefore, he changed the subject and asked Jiang Xingchen to put the wig back on.

He wanted to check it himself.

Jiang Xingchen didn't say anything, but silently put on the wig.

After making a simple adjustment, he stepped back two steps, gesturing for Lee Jae-jin and the other stylists present to come forward and check.

It's been a few days since I traveled back from the past.

The system may have Alzheimer's disease, but everything it provides is top-notch.

Therefore, the result is beyond doubt.

"I hope you can maintain the same performance as you have these past two days!"

A few minutes later, after checking several times without finding anything amiss, Lee Jae-jin stopped.

He looked up at the mirror and said something earnestly to Ham Eun-jung in the mirror.

"Ne, Kangsahamida."

Ham Eun-jung stood up and bowed in thanks.

She knew that the matter concerning her hair was now in the past.

Next, we'll see how Lee Jae-jin adjusts the script to make her hair changes more believable.

Lee Jae-jin was aware of this, so she didn't intend to waste any more time there and immediately turned around to go back to her temporary office.

Stepping outside, I saw staff members gathered at the entrance of the dressing room.

His tone instantly switched back to serious.

"Stop watching, everyone, disperse!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only a few people in the dressing room in the blink of an eye.

Lee Joo-yeon walked over to Ham Eun-jung and looked at her short hair with some curiosity.

"Daebak, Eunjung, you really are..."

"To be honest, I was surprised too!" Ham Eun-jung smiled and looked down, subconsciously reaching out to tuck her loose hair, but stopped when she touched it.

She hadn't had short hair in a long time, and she was a little disoriented.

Hearing her say that, Li Zhuyan turned her gaze to Jiang Xingchen standing to the side, and felt that she had underestimated this designer Mr. K who had appeared out of nowhere.

This is a technique that makes the fake look incredibly realistic.

Even without being a designer, she would be sought after anywhere.

"You flatter me, Joo-yeon-ssi."

Jiang Xingchen waved her hand, then looked at Xian Enjing, "It's getting late, shall we head back?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work today, Consultant Jiang!"

"It's my duty."

"You can't say that..."

"Wait a minute, I almost forgot something."

Just as Ham Eun-jung was about to speak, Kang Xing-chen raised his hand to interrupt her, then took out his phone from his pocket, pointed it at her, and pressed the shutter. "I'll send one to Ji-yeon and see if she can tell!"

Upon hearing this, Ham Eun-jung came closer.

Unfortunately, Park Jiyeon didn't seem to be looking at her phone at the moment.

The message was not answered in a timely manner.

Let's leave it at that for now.

So he quickly packed his personal belongings, said goodbye to Lee Joo-yeon and the others, and started his return journey.

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...

It's midnight.

A black Maybach, like a midnight ghost, travels on the highway from Namyangju to Seoul.

The carriage was very quiet.

Ham Eun sat quietly in the comfortable chair, finally relaxing her tense nerves after a long day.

But soon, she sat up straight, took out the mirror she always carried, and looked at her long-lost short hair.

"Who made this wig? I've worn it for so long, but I don't feel any tightness in my scalp."

"secret."

"Tch, do you really think I'm curious?"

"Then why are you asking this...?"

Jiang Xingchen asked a question in return, then gestured for her to lower her head, "Let me take it off for you. Even if you don't feel anything, your skin will still get tired."

Ham Eun-jung remained silent and obediently lowered her head.

His movements were gentle, and just as swift as they had been in the dressing room.

It didn't take much effort to take off the wig.

Next comes the matching lace-trimmed mesh.

"Whoosh..."

Her long hair, which had been tied up since the afternoon, suddenly cascaded down like a black waterfall, spreading over her shoulders and back.

Ham Eun-jung habitually shook her head.

Her hair was flying in the air.

Jiang Xingchen casually placed the wig aside, then reached out and naturally smoothed out the slightly tangled ends of her hair.

Outside the car window, the streetlights cast dappled shadows.

Ham Eun-jung looked at the blurry reflection inside the car through the car window.

"Consultant Jiang, have you ever done Ji-yeon's hair?"

Why do you ask that?

"Ani, I just think she'd probably be jealous if she saw this, right?"

"Hahaha, what are you thinking..."

In response to Ham Eun-jung's statement, Kang Xing-chen laughed and said that Ham Eun-jung had misunderstood their relationship.

Ham Eun-jung smiled but did not refute this.

Only after his long hair was straightened did he ask about the next steps.

After all, according to what Park Ji-yeon told her, Jiang Xingchen came here this time to help her solve the troubles she had on set.

The problem is now solved.

He should probably go and attend to his own business now.

"As for tomorrow, I guess..."

Ring ring...

Just as Jiang Xingchen was about to say, "I have to go to the film set tomorrow," his phone rang, interrupting him.

He casually took it out of his pocket and saw that it was Park Jiyeon's phone.

He smiled.

As soon as the call connected, I turned on the speakerphone.

"Hey, Jiang Xingchen, weren't you going to solve a problem?"

"Why did they still cut Eun-jung unnie's hair!"

"You've disappointed me so much!"

As soon as the call connected, Park Jiyeon's words came out like a machine gun.

Take a bath.

I didn't see the message in time.

I just came out, wrapped in a bath towel, and haven't had time to change my clothes yet.

Then I saw that there were unread messages.

Upon picking it up and taking a look, I instantly became furious.

The photo sent by Jiang Xingchen showed the handsome Ham Eun-jung, but that's precisely what made people angry.

The night before last, everyone in the world was fooled by his line, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

In the end, this is the result?

From the moment Jiang Xingchen answered the phone with an "Ah!", he knew what was coming next.

So there's no rush at all.

After quietly venting his anger, he leisurely asked a question in return.

"Who said I cut Eun-jung's hair?"

"What?"

Park Jiyeon's uncertain voice rang out.

The next second, the call was disconnected.

Just as Jiang Xingchen and Xian Enjing were looking at each other in bewilderment.

A video call came in.

"Daifa..."

"Ji-yeon, are you giving me a treat?"

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