Peninsula: The Deepest Affection in Jiangnan

Chapter 92 Repeated Ambiguity

"Dad! It's the Han River!"

Lee Won-hee was alone in the room, looking out the window at the scenery, feeling a strange excitement in her heart.

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After taking Lee Won-hee to buy some gifts for her at Samseong Coex, Shen Yu led her to a hotel with a view of Cheongdam Bridge.

The Riviera Hotel is located next to the Cheongdam Bridge.

After several settlements, Shen Yu can afford to pay this amount of money.

Shen Yu was particularly pleased to see his niece's surprised expression as she entered the room.

I booked a top-tier suite with a view of the Han River for Lee Won-hee. It wasn't expensive, but the effect was excellent.

He started to feel like he was treating Yuanxi like a younger sister.

This hotel isn't exactly high-end, but it has a great location, is easy to book, and is close enough to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's apartment is located across the street in the Cheongdam Mark Hills apartment complex.

Shen Yu plans to take Li Yuanxi out for fun tomorrow and then find her a better place to stay for a couple of days.

The standard is: money is for women to see, not for women to spend.

But Lee Won-hee is my own niece, so there's an exception.

After returning home, Shen Yu thought for a moment and first turned on his computer to browse the music library.

The number of songs stored on his home computer is easily comparable to a top-tier K-pop music library.

"exist?"

Shen Yu sent a KakaoTalk message and then put his phone aside.

"Kakao~"

The phone rang almost immediately afterward; Shen Yu hadn't expected such a quick reply.

"Of course, I thought you'd forgotten about me."

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Shen Yu looked at the end of their last conversation; it was Cui Zhixiu who spoke, and he hadn't replied to her.

Well, he's picked up one of the bad habits of Seoul men—reading messages but not replying.

"How many vlogs has my photographer friend recorded lately?"

Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the other party wasn't bothered by the matter and had only made a joke about it.

"We're not talking about vlogs today. I'd like to introduce you to a music producer friend. Would you like to get to know him?"

On the other end of the phone, Choi Ji-soo's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the text message she received on her phone.

There was a slight stinging sensation.

She didn't quite understand, but she always felt that seeing such words was like having a sharp blade cutting her fingertips.

The fingertips that touch the screen are connected to the heart.

Unable to resist pulling the blanket tighter around herself, Choi Jisoo still replied, word by word.

"Really? Then give me his account number, and I'll find a chance to talk to him about it."

"Huh? Weren't you talking to him right now?"

"??!!"

Choi Ji-soo's eyes widened as she sat up abruptly from the bed, her hands trembling slightly.

Sometimes, misunderstandings can occur during verbal communication.

Especially with phonetic writing systems and verbs placed after the verb, communication can often be difficult.

"Oh! Hello, producer friend. I'm Choi Jisoo. It's nice to meet you."

She didn't even realize she was laughing when she typed that sentence.

"How did you manage to see me?"

"I opened my tablet and saw this friend's photo."

When Choi Ji-soo sent this message, there was a smile in her eyes.

"Okay, your handsome producer friend is going to ask you if you'd be interested in singing one of his new songs."

From initial annoyance to sadness when she thought Shen Yu was planning to push her to another producer.

Then came the moment when he realized he was just trying to make me happy, and I actually felt happy.

This was the first time Choi Ji-soo had realized that a person's emotions could change so many times in such a short period of time.

And now, she is so happy.

"Ah, what kind of song is it? I'm going to participate in a competition, so I don't plan to sing it if it's not a really good song."

Although she felt she wouldn't refuse any song Shen Yu offered her, she still sent out those words.

She felt a mix of nervous anticipation and comforted herself, blaming Shen Yu for making her confused.

"Don't worry, even though it's not a Grammy, it'll still be a song that stays at number one on Melon for a week."

"?!" Choi Jisoo paused for a second, then cautiously uttered a sentence.

"Oh, okay, then I'll give it a try!"

"Such a good song, I hope it won't cause trouble for your producer friend. Actually, all I need is for him to have some time to help me with the arrangement."

"We have to give her the best, after all, she's such a beautiful model friend. How can a beautiful person not have beautiful songs?"

With the brown sugar in the sugar cake still lingering in her heart, Choi Ji-soo wanted to say something more when her phone notified her that she had received an email.

I've sent you the song, remember to check it.

"See if this is a song you like. If so, I'll come to the company to see you tomorrow."

"!" Choi Ji-soo's eyes widened as she looked at Shen Yu's message.

She got out of bed and glanced at the mirror on the bedside table. "Hmm, it looks a bit dull. Oh right, a face mask!"

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She took out her face mask and walked into the dressing room with it on.

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After releasing the song and planning his schedule for tomorrow, Shen Yu washed up and prepared for bed.

After washing up, Choi Ji-soo, wearing a face mask and glasses, sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.

I only notified him less than two days ago, but he already prepared the song?

Could the message I just received be a lie? How could such an amazing song be prepared in just two days?

Choi Ji-soo was somewhat anxious. Time was short, and Shen Yu hadn't had much contact with her before, so he probably wouldn't seriously write a song for her, right?

Choi Jisoo felt sad for a moment, especially in the late-night atmosphere, a kind of indescribable emo that always made her want to sink into the bad.

"What if Shen Yu doesn't actually like me? Or was he only forced to write the song for me because he didn't want to offend the TV station and the company?"

The more she thought about it, the more outrageous it seemed. Choi Jisoo shook her head, trying to shake off the bad thoughts, and then opened her email.

"No matter what, he's the one who gave me this song!"

After downloading the attachment, she opened the compressed file to view it.

"Huh? "SOME"."

Her face was slightly flushed, but the white face mask made her feel the heat even more noticeable.

The word "some" doesn't mean much in English, but in Korean, it originates from "Something".

It still has nothing to do with the original meaning of the word, but specifically refers to the "ambiguous, liking, but not officially confirmed relationship" between men and women.

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Choi Ji-soo opened the music player and saw Shen Yu's comment on the song.

"This is a song perfect for listening to in spring."

As the folk-style guitar chords began, Choi Ji-soo knew from the very first note that this was definitely a great song.

Upon hearing the lyrics, even with a face mask on, she felt her entire face turn red, and even her ears.

"Was he doing it on purpose? Was this song written after he met me?"

"So it really was a song for me."

Choi Ji-soo couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

Just like the lyrics suggest, after a period of no contact with Shen Yu, her complex feelings were transformed into the song that reached her ears.

Especially Shen Yu's demo, his voice had a sweetness even greater than the red bean paste in a fish-shaped cake. Choi Ji-soo realized that perhaps she was—

The more you listen, the more pronounced that feeling becomes.

This song was definitely written for me!

Choi Ji-soo believes so.

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