Peninsula: A Max-Level Forward's Leisurely Life

Once the atmosphere in the private room completely relaxed, Lim Yoona no longer had to maintain that senior's demeanor, nor did she have to worry about any capitalist tycoons devouring her.

She sat cross-legged on the other end of the sofa, holding half a bag of potato chips in her hand, chatting animatedly with Choi Sulli.

Of course, this is on the premise that you ignore the overly affectionate couple next to you.

While Choi Sulli was complaining to Im Yoona about the outrageous aesthetic sense of a certain stylist in the company, she leaned against Lee Ji-hoon, her little feet restlessly stepping on his leg.

Lee Chi-hoon leaned back on the sofa and scrolled through the team's group chat, occasionally freeing one hand to pinch her dangling ankle and pull it aside.

Less than three seconds after he let go, the foot slid back in.

Yoona's eyelids twitched; what kind of new kind of couple torture was this?

"Hey, Peach, can you at least be a little more attentive to the fact that there's a living person next to you?" She finally couldn't hold back anymore, hugged the bag of potato chips to her chest, and looked over with a face full of disgust.

Sulli wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, she chuckled. "Unnie's not an outsider."

"Thank you so much." Lim Yoona rolled her eyes, her words full of disdain, but her eyes couldn't hide her smile.

Lee Chi-hoon raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

It's not too late yet.

His body was still in a state of excitement after the match. The attribute bonus from the system made him feel good, and he had also firmly secured his starting position on the right wing.

Going back to shower and sleep now would be a waste.

He casually placed his phone on the sofa and said, "I've secured my starting position today, and Yoona-ssi happens to be in Munich. How about we go back to my place and have some late-night snacks to celebrate?"

Yoona blinked her doe eyes; her first reaction was, of course, to refuse. The young couple were going back to their villa together after the competition; what would she be doing there—a giant third wheel?

"No need," Lim Yoona waved her hand, smiling sensibly. "I'll have my staff take me back to the hotel later. You two enjoy your celebration, I won't disturb you."

Upon hearing this, Choi Sulli immediately objected.

She pounced on Yoona and hugged her arm, clinging to her like a pendant.

"No way! It's a rare opportunity for Unnie to come to Munich. How can she go back to the hotel alone and eat a cold room meal?"

"Hey, don't give me that crap."

"Seriously, oppa's cooking is amazing! His sweet and sour pork and soybean paste stew are absolutely delicious. It would be a loss for unnie not to try them."

Choi Sulli opened her watery, peach-blossom eyes and began to act coquettishly.

"And I want to chat with unnie tonight, please, please, our Yoona unnie is the best."

Yoona was so dizzy from being shaken around.

What she couldn't stand the most was this girl's coquettishness. Even though she knew the other girl was doing it on purpose, when that pretty little face came close and she softly called her "unnie," she just couldn't bring herself to be hard.

Lee Chi-hoon added from the side, "Don't worry, there are plenty of guest rooms and security is there, so you don't need to worry about inconvenience."

Since things have come to this point, it would seem pretentious to refuse any further.

Yoona sighed and reached out to tap Sulli's forehead.

"Alright, alright, I'll go then."

"yeah!"

Sulli cheered on the spot, as if she had won a Champions League final.

Looking at her smug expression, Lim Yoona couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Look at your pathetic self."

Half an hour later, the black Mercedes drove out of the Allianz Arena's underground passage.

The streetlights of Munich glided past the car window one by one at night, so quiet that it didn't seem like a fan celebration had just taken place.

Yoona sat alone in the back row, originally wanting to enjoy the German night view, but the two people in the front row didn't give her a chance to be quiet at all.

Choi Sulli sat in the passenger seat, her seatbelt buckled crookedly, holding a bag of snacks and fruit she had taken from the private room.

She would peel a grape and put it near Li Chixun's mouth, then break off a small piece of chocolate and hand it to him.

"Oppa, open your mouth."

Lee Chi-hoon, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head and took a bite of the grape.

"Are you planning to feed me until I'm retired?"

"You used up so much energy today, of course you need to replenish your sugar."

Choi Sulli spoke with a straight face.

After saying that, her little paws reached out restlessly and poked Li Chixun's cheek.

Poking his face wasn't enough.

She then reached out and touched the man's abdomen while the light was red.

Li Chixun grabbed both of her hands and pressed them onto his lap. "Don't touch me, it's affecting my driving."

This sounded like a serious warning, but the tone was so lazy that it had absolutely no deterrent effect.

Sulli, whose hand was held by him, not only did not restrain herself, but also smiled and tickled his palm with her fingertips.

"Okay, driver oppa."

Yoona quietly put on her headphones in the back row.

Help!! This isn't being fed by spoon anymore, it's being poured from a bucket into the dog's mouth.

She looked through the rearview mirror at Lee Ji-hoon's icy face on the court, then at the little peach in the passenger seat who had him completely under her thumb.

The contrast is too great.

By day, he's the Allianz Arena's right-wing killer, but in private, he's a henpecked husband who can only stubbornly defend himself even when his girlfriend pokes his cheek.

"Is this world even reasonable?" Lim Yoona thought to herself. "No, but it's kind of fun."

It was already late at night when the car arrived at the villa in the affluent neighborhood.

The warm exterior lights spread out, and the neatly trimmed lawn in the courtyard carried the chill of early winter. This contrasted with the orange light emanating from the interior, creating an almost unreal, cinematic feel.

Lee Chi-hoon parked the car in the garage and took off his coat, casually hanging it in the entryway.

"You guys play first, I'll go get something to eat."

"I want spicy stir-fried squid!" Choi Sulli immediately raised her hand.

"You ate the whole way in the car."

"That's a snack, this is a main meal, they're different."

Li Chixun was too lazy to argue with her, so he simply raised his hand and ruffled her hair.

As Yoona followed them in, she was immediately taken aback by the spaciousness of the living room.

She has seen luxury homes. From her teenage years to today, she has attended countless brand parties and private banquets hosted by conglomerates.

But this villa isn't just about throwing money around; it's incredibly comfortable.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows, dark wood floors, low-saturation warm light, and a corner of the living room with an entire wall of black vinyl that looks ridiculously expensive.

On the coffee table were even half-eaten gummy candies and several Korean comics that Sulli had left untouched.

It's luxurious yet relaxed. It's expensive like everyday life, and that's the problem.

Choi Sulli has completely entered hostess mode.

She took Yoona's hand and excitedly showed her around.

"Unnie, look, this is the living room, that's the home theater, and there's a gym and a wine cellar downstairs."

"wine cellar?"

"Yeah, oppa owns a bar in Seoul, and he's quite good at picking out drinks."

Yoona followed her and looked around.

The more I looked, the more silent I became.

The gym had more equipment than many private training centers, the wine cellar had its temperature-controlled cabinets neatly arranged, and she had only ever seen the home theater equipment in the brand's brochures.

The most outrageous thing is the walk-in closet.

When Sulli opened the door, Yoona almost couldn't control her expression.

A whole row of ready-to-wear clothes for the season were hanging inside.

Several luxury handbags were casually placed on the soft stool, one of which didn't even have its dust bag properly stored away.

Those seemingly random little items in the jewelry drawer could easily keep an ordinary celebrity busy for several months.

Yoona looked down at the bag that Sulli had used to weigh down her scarf.

She recognized it; it was a limited edition. She had wanted to buy it before, but after thinking about it for a long time, she gave up because the outfits overlapped too much with her usual style.

As a result, its status here is roughly the same as that of a paperweight.

"Choi Jin-ri," Yoona called her by her full name, her voice tinged with envy.

"Hmm?" Choi Sulli turned around, smiling innocently.

Yoona reached out and pinched her cheek. "You brat, you've turned into a princess just because you're in a relationship, haven't you?"

"No way."

"What else? I'm so envious of your unnie right now, really, so envious I want to bite you right here and now."

Instead of being shy, Choi Sulli raised her chin and shook her head with a smile.

"There's nothing we can do about it, unnie."

"Why does C-Chu Ji-hoon oppa spoil me so much?"

Looking at her pampered and radiant appearance, Lim Yoona suddenly couldn't bring herself to scold her.

Yes, we were lucky.

In this industry, it's already difficult enough to find someone willing to protect you from the storms of life.

Not to mention that person is good-looking, has a great physique, can play football, can cook, and has incredibly large financial backing.

If you used this setup to write a script, the screenwriter would be accused of cheating.

The sound of spatulas clattering came from the kitchen.

Before long, the aroma wafted out first.

Sulli immediately abandoned her tour and dragged Yoona to the restaurant.

Several dishes were already laid out on the table.

Spicy stir-fried squid, beef cubes pan-fried until slightly charred, a small pot of steaming soybean paste soup, and a plate of beautifully colored sweet and sour pork.

Yoona originally wanted to maintain the elegance of being the visual center of the girl group.

She sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and took a small bite of the beef.

The next second, her eyes lit up.

The outer layer is crispy and fragrant, while the juices are still locked inside. The saltiness is just right, and the black pepper flavor is clean and crisp.

"Daibak..." Im Yoona lowered her head and picked up another piece.

Add another piece.

By the time she realized what was happening, she had already started to eat without a care in the world.

Forget about appearances and weight management; they're all meaningless compared to hot soup and noodles.

"Hey, unnie, didn't you say you shouldn't eat too much at night?" Choi Sulli laughed uncontrollably from the side.

With a mouthful of rice in her mouth, Lim Yoona glared at her, her words muffled. "Shut up, eat yours."

Lee Chi-hoon walked over with the last plate of side dishes and smiled when he saw her like this.

"Looks alright."

"You call this 'okay'?" Lim Yoona swallowed what was in her mouth and looked at him seriously. "Your cooking skills are outrageous! Do athletes have to practice this kind of cooking?"

"I won't practice then." Li Chixun sat down and picked up his chopsticks. "It's mainly because I was forced to by a certain picky eater."

Choi Sulli immediately objected.

"How am I a picky eater? I just have a passion for good food."

"Yeah, I was craving spicy stir-fried squid until 3 a.m.

"That's because you cook it well."

As Yoona ate sweet and sour pork, listening to the two bickering, a warm smile appeared in her eyes.

This meal was so satisfying.

There was no agent reminding her about the heat, no assistant watching the time, no camera, and no need to manage her facial expressions at any time.

There was only a table of hot late-night snacks and two friends who didn't treat her like an outsider at all.

The group ate and chatted.

The conversation ranged from the eccentric characters in Bayern Munich's locker room to the bizarre announcements in the Korean entertainment industry.

Sulli revealed that during a music show backstage, a male idol secretly stuffed almost ten centimeters of fabric into his shoe insoles to make his face look smaller.

Yoona was laughing so hard she could barely hold her chopsticks.

After listening, Lee Chi-hoon commented seriously, "Isn't this cheating?"

"Does that count as cheating if your players use shoe inserts?"

"We wear insoles to protect our ankles, but he's protecting his self-esteem."

Im Yoona laughed so hard she almost fell over the table.

Just as the atmosphere was getting heated, Lee Ji-hoon's phone vibrated.

Muller's name popped up on the screen. He answered the phone, but before he could say anything, Muller's loud voice came through.

"Leon! You bastard, the hero of today ran away after the game!" Lee Chi-hoon held his phone a little further away.

"I'm tired, I'm going home for dinner."

"Come on! We're all waiting for you to celebrate, and you just run off by yourself. That's so disloyal!"

"What's so great about a bunch of men drinking beer to celebrate?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, probably because they heard the laughter of the two girls at the dining table.

Müller instantly got excited.

"Oh—I understand!"

"You're not tired, you're just with beautiful women!"

"Leon, you've forgotten your brothers once you have a woman! That's outrageous!"

Lee Chi-hoon couldn't help but laugh.

"Get lost, see you at training tomorrow."

"Wait! How many beauties are there? Feed them, Leon!" Li Chixun simply hung up the phone.

At the dining table, Lim Yoona looked up and casually asked, "Who is it?"

Lee Chi-hoon flipped his phone back onto the table, his tone calm.

"Teammate, call me to go celebrate."

He paused for a moment, then gave a mischievous smirk.

"I just replied to him directly: Isn't having dinner with two beautiful women better than drinking beer with a bunch of rough old men?"

Yoona's hand holding the chopsticks froze.

The sentence wasn't particularly explicit, but the way he said it made people inexplicably blush.

She lowered her head and ate her rice, her ear tips turning a little red, which was quite unfortunate.

"You really are a talker..." The sentence was left unfinished.

Choi Sulli was already giggling and lying on the table, and slapped Lee Ji-hoon's arm.

"Oppa, you're so annoying!"

Did I say something wrong?

"That's right, but you can't say that in front of Unnie."

Lim Yoon-a buried her head in her food.

Okay, she understands. One of these two people is openly evil, and the other is helping to be evil.

She shouldn't have gotten on this bus tonight, but her chopsticks still honestly picked up the last piece of sweet and sour pork.

A hearty late-night snack came to an end amidst relaxed banter.

After finishing our late-night snack, it was already quite late.

Lee Chi-hoon arranged for the servants to prepare a comfortable guest room in advance. The room was located on the other side of the second-floor corridor, a distance that was neither too close nor too far from the master bedroom.

Choi Sulli personally escorted Lim Yoona to the door.

Goodnight, unnie.

"Goodnight." Just as Yoona was about to close the door, Sulli poked half her head in again.

"If I can get up tomorrow morning, I can have breakfast made by oppa."

Yoona looked at her expressionlessly.

If you keep tempting me, I really will gain weight.

"It's okay, unnie is pretty even if she's a little chubby."

"Get out of here." Lim Yoona said with a smile as she closed the door.

After the room quieted down, she sat on the edge of the bed, took off her earrings, and was still a little dazed.

So much happened tonight, it was so dramatic.

She was originally just arranged by the brand to watch a football match, but she ended up accidentally entering the players' family box.

She saw Choi Sulli. She saw Lee Ji-hoon's true identity. She saw a world she could never have imagined before.

She lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, and for a moment she was completely unable to fall asleep.

No wonder even someone with Lee Ji-eun's personality couldn't stop Sulli.

Who could stop a man with these qualities?

She now completely understood why Choi Sulli had followed this man so devotedly.

This man not only possesses the status of a top-tier athlete and extravagant wealth, but most fatally, he also displays an undisguised and exclusive favoritism towards Choi Sulli.

In the scheming entertainment industry, this is an absolutely rare and divine combination!

A man with such exceptional qualities relies purely on incredible, unbelievable luck.

I was actually a little jealous!

She turned over and sighed softly.

"Yoona, you're the visual of Girls' Generation." She whispered to herself, trying to encourage herself. "Don't be pathetic."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone on the bedside table lit up; it was a message from his agent.

Yoona initially thought it was a schedule reminder and casually opened the unread message.

The next second, she sat up abruptly.

The agent kept sending messages, his tone as excited as if he had won the lottery.

[Yoona! Oh no! Something terrible has happened!]

[Those top European luxury brands that had been negotiating for a long time without any results suddenly all relented tonight!]

[It's not just about agreeing to cooperate; it's about giving you the highest level of treatment in the Asia-Pacific region!]

[Two of them even proactively extended invitations to global events; this level of achievement has previously only been attained by Hollywood actresses!]

At the very bottom of the message, the agent added a shocking probing comment.

Did you meet some mysterious, important person tonight?

[Reply to me quickly! What happened?!]

Yoona stared at the screen, her hand hovering above the input box, not moving for a long time.

The room was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat.

Those resources that were out of reach during the day suddenly bowed their heads in unison on this night.

The image of the lazy man picking at food at the dining table flashed through my mind.

She glimpsed the gesture of him casually pushing the sparkling water towards her. She glimpsed the tone of his voice as he said, "Just a regular male friend is fine."

"Ordinary?" Im Yoona slowly gripped her phone, suddenly finding the word "ordinary" adorably absurd.

She didn't reply to her agent, but simply lay back down on the bed and held her phone to her chest.

My already distracted mind was now in complete chaos.

Envy, shock, vigilance, and a strange emotion she couldn't quite explain all mixed together and spread throughout her body.

She had only slept with him for a meal, and the man had casually given her this kind of top-tier resource that others could only dream of in a lifetime?

That night, Yoona stayed up very late.

Before she closed her eyes, the last thing that came to her mind was Li Chixun's lighthearted joke at the dinner table: "Having dinner with two beautiful women is definitely better than having dinner with a bunch of rough old men."

"What a dangerous man," she muttered to herself in the darkness.

After saying that, she couldn't help but bury her face in the pillow and chuckle softly.

On this quiet early winter night in Munich.

With these complex thoughts that were impossible to describe in words, Lim Yoona slowly closed her eyes.