Why would Peninsula want to date a lazy dog ​​like me?

Choi Ye-na has been sitting in the corner of the practice room for three days in a row. She is holding the metal crutch in her arms, her right leg is flat, and she, who was always restless like a perpetual motion machine, is now as quiet as a faded sculpture.

"Ye Na, have some gummy candy? It's your favorite brand." Kwon Eunbi walked over and gently patted her head with a touch of tenderness.

"Thank you, unnie. I'll eat later." Choi Ye-na forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, her voice flimsy.

"It's okay. Even though you can't be on stage for the comeback, you still have a lot of screen time in the music video. The doctor said you're recovering very well, and you'll definitely be able to make it to the next event." Jiang Huiyuan also came over, trying to comfort her in her simple yet sincere way.

The members came over one by one, trying to ignite the "silly duck's" energy in various ways. In their view, Choi Yena's depression stemmed from the regret of not being able to perform on stage, and from the loneliness of watching her teammates sweat and toil while she could only watch from the sidelines.

But no one's comfort can truly touch that core.

Choi Ye-na pursed her lips, her eyes blankly fixed on the scratches on the floor. Her thoughts weren't on the stage at all, but on the cold, indifferent man who had kicked her out without even looking up.

The feeling of being completely rejected and discarded as a nuisance is like a tiny steel needle piercing the heart, causing a dull ache with every breath.

"Ruina, you look terrible today. Go back to your dorm and rest. We're keeping an eye on things here," the dance teacher sighed and waved.

Choi Ye-na did not refute. She silently bent down to the members with her crutches and limped out of the practice room.

Stepping out of the building, a wave of heat hits you.

She stood on the street corner watching the nanny van drive away, then looked at the address on her phone.

She told herself she wasn't going to pester them; she just needed to make one thing clear.

If she didn't find out the truth, she felt she would never be able to laugh carefree like before again.

……

"Beep—beep—beep—click."

When Wei Wuzheng heard the door open while sitting in front of his computer, his hand trembled, and the mouse traced a long path on the screen.

He frowned and turned his head, having already prepared a torrent of harsh words to scold that ungrateful Zhang Yuanying.

But when Wei Wu saw the figure at the door, he was stunned.

Choi Ye-na stood in the entryway, fine beads of sweat on her forehead, a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.

She was panting heavily, clearly having walked a long way with the aid of a cane. She didn't shout as usual, but simply stared intently at Wei Wu.

In that instant, Wei Wu's previously tense nerves inexplicably relaxed.

Compared to Zhang Yuanying, who was as precise as a ghost and as obedient as a puppet, the silly duck in front of him, covered in sweat and looking aggrieved, actually gave him a sense of security.

"Why are you here again?" Wei Wu turned around, his tone still cold, but the previous aloofness and murderous intent were gone.

Choi Ye-na didn't speak. She limped to the sofa and sat down, then looked up, her eyes quickly reddening, and large tears fell without warning.

"Wei Wu." For the first time, she didn't call him PDnim, but addressed him by his given name.

Wei Wu was annoyed by her crying, so he grabbed a tissue and threw it at her: "What are you crying about? Did you break your leg again?"

"Do you hate me?" Choi Ye-na sobbed, wiping away tears, her voice filled with extreme grievance. "Do you think I'm annoying, that someone like me only causes you trouble, that I... I'm not even worth a single hair of Jang Won-young's?"

Wei Wu stopped what he was doing and looked at Cui Ruina, at her face wrinkled from crying.

"Why would I hate you? Are you just bored?" Wei Wu scoffed, his tone laced with the impatience typical of a straight man. "I have to process dozens of audio tracks every day, deal with those old foxes at CJ, and keep an eye on you little devils to make sure you don't cause any trouble. Where would I find the time to specifically hate someone?"

"Then why did you try to get rid of me?" Choi Ye-na persisted, stubbornly asking, "You knew I had nowhere to go, you knew I just wanted to stay here for a little while..."

"I'm doing this for your own good, and also for my own good." Wei Wu stood up, walked up to her, and looked at her. "Choi Ye-na, you're an idol. You're currently a member of the most popular girl group in Korea. You're constantly hanging around a single man's apartment; do you think your career is too long, or do you think Dispatch's cameras are just for show?"

"So what!" Choi Ye-na exclaimed. "I just want to find a place to stay, a place where I don't have to pretend to be an energetic girl! Is this place not okay?"

Wei Wu remained silent.

He looked into Choi Ye-na's red eyes, the emotions within them so pure, so pure, that it made him feel a pang of guilt.

He expelled her because reason told him it was risky; but he allowed Zhang Yuanying to stay because he knew she was under control.

But now, this uncontrollable girl, full of flaws, is using her most vulnerable side to attack his "trouble-averse" defenses.

"Alright, stop howling. It's giving me a headache."

Wei Wu turned around and sat back down in front of the computer chair with his back to her.

"Come whenever you want next time."

Cui Yena's crying stopped abruptly, and she stared blankly at Wei Wu's back.

"But remember this," Wei Wu forced his voice to turn cold, carrying a stern warning, "Be careful not to get photographed. If you do, don't expect me to be your knight in shining armor. I'll cut ties with you immediately, push you out as a scapegoat, and say you were a sasaeng fan who broke in. Understand?"

These words would probably have chilled the heart of any girl with even a little bit of sensitivity, but Choi Ye-na suddenly burst into laughter after hearing them.

"Yes! I understand! I will definitely infiltrate like a secret agent!" Choi Ye-na wiped away her tears, her tone instantly regaining its carefree energy.

"Go wash your face, you've soaked the carpet with your tears." Wei Wu didn't turn around, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Choi Ye-na, leaning on her crutches, happily skipped towards the bathroom.

As Wei Wu watched the waveforms flickering on the screen, the irritation he felt miraculously vanished.

Allowing Choi Ye-na to return was absolutely a mistake. It meant he was taking on double the risk, and he was playing a dangerous balancing act right under the nose of that madwoman, Jang Won-young.

But compared to that kind of deathly silent, absolutely obedient "treatment," this kind of trouble with a touch of human warmth doesn't seem so unbearable.

only……

Wei Wu's eyes darkened.

Zhang Yuanying would absolutely not allow this balance to last too long.

That madwoman is now lurking beside him in a chilling manner, observing his every move. What would she do if she knew that Choi Ye-na had obtained this pass?

Wei Wu gripped the mouse tightly.

Since the decision has been made to "treat" that madwoman, this sudden change may be the best scalpel to break her pathological logic.

"PDnim! I'm done showering! Shall we play that racing game today?" Choi Ye-na poked her head out of the bathroom, smiling brightly.

"Stop playing around, come over here and help me listen to this harmony."

Wei Wu snorted and threw the earphones over.