Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

That small town in China.

The hot pot was bubbling with red oil, which was what Choi Sulli insisted on ordering.

He had read Liu Zimu's memories and insisted on ordering only authentic red hot pot.

Choi Sulli sniffed, feeling a little itchy from the spiciness.

She sneezed, picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of tripe, and put it into the pot.

"Seven up, eight down," she muttered, her chopsticks flying up and down in the red oil, her eyes fixed on the tripe as if it were an enemy.

Liu Zimu chuckled: "You've even picked up all my catchphrases!"

"That's right!" she exclaimed triumphantly.

【bite--!】

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Liu Zimu was taken aback. A global release card?

Moreover, the effect is somewhat beyond the reach of current technology!

He took the card out of his pocket.

It's the size of a bank card, with silver lettering printed on it. Apart from the words "Globally Released Card," there's nothing on the back.

Liu Zimu stared at the card, many thoughts flashing through his mind, before finally putting the card back in his pocket.

We don't need this now, but who knows what the future holds?

"It's delicious." Choi Sulli glanced at it, then picked up another slice of tripe and threw it into the pot. "Were all those Chinese hot pots I ate in Seoul fake? Or did I see your memories and get influenced, changing my taste?"

"Eat less, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

"I'm hungry." She glared at Liu Zimu, her chopsticks still on her plate. "I flew all morning just to have dinner with you, and you're telling me how much I eat?"

Liu Zimu opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out, and poured her a glass of plum juice instead.

Choi Sulli picked up her cup, took a sip, frowned at the sourness, and put it back to continue scooping meat from the pot.

When she got to the second plate of beef, she finally slowed down.

Her phone vibrated, and she picked it up to look at it. A slow smile appeared on her lips, but she put it down again and continued eating.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Liu Zimu asked.

"No need to look." She picked up a slice of lotus root and put it in Liu Zimu's bowl. "Hara unnie is on the news."

Liu Zimu paused with his chopsticks, then casually asked, "What news?"

Choi Sulli looked up at him and smiled, a doting smile: "It's that USB drive."

She took a bite of lotus root herself, crunching away: "Unnie handed over the evidence to the police and the media, to Dispatch, and it's already blown up online."

Liu Zimu nodded, then bent down to scoop vegetables from the pot.

Choi Sulli put down her chopsticks, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at him: "It's not just Lee Seungri, Jung Joon-young, and Choi Jong-hoon, but a lot of other people, all of them. Hara unnie is really brave this time."

Liu Zimu put the cooked beef into her bowl: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."

Choi Sulli stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Aren't you going to ask me what's on that USB drive?"

"I don't want to. You can say whatever you want."

"Coward." She turned to the side and poked his face, pressing her finger into his cheek and leaving a dent. "I'm not going to tell you, you can keep it to yourself."

Liu Zimu slapped her hand away: "I'm not curious. I know some things from my past life."

"You're lying." Choi Sulli withdrew her hand, picked up her chopsticks again, and said in a light tone, "That USB drive has photos, videos, and chat logs. Evidence of Hara unnie's ex-boyfriend hitting her and filming her is all in there. There's also Lee Seungri's group chat, it has all sorts of content, it's so disgusting that I haven't wanted to eat for three days."

She paused for a moment: "There are also criminal records of many important figures, far more comprehensive than your memories from your previous life."

Liu Zimu picked up the plum juice and took a sip. It was sweet and sour. "Aren't you curious how I got it?"

Choi Sulli glanced at him, her eyes calm: "I'm curious, but I'll take whatever you give me. I won't ask anything you don't tell me."

Liu Zimu looked at her, his eyes flickering slightly. With her in this world, that was enough.

She continued to scoop the food out of the pot, her lips burning red from the spiciness, and sweat beading on the tip of her nose.

"Truth, thank you."

Choi Sulli looked up, smiling smugly: "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for believing me." She paused for a moment, then reached out and pinched his face, pulling it away. "You're my man, who else would I believe? Are you stupid?"

Liu Zimu's face was distorted from being pulled, and his speech became slurred: "It hurts, it hurts, let go."

Choi Sulli released her grip and snorted.

Stepping out of the hot pot restaurant, a night breeze blew by, carrying a strange warmth.

The two walked along the riverside path in the small town.

His phone rang.

A call from Park Chae-young.

Liu Zimu glanced at Cui Xueli, but still answered the call.

"Oppa." Park Chaeyoung didn't whine; her voice was low and deep, as if she were making a secret call from somewhere. "Did you see the news?"

"I saw it."

Park Chaeyoung paused, then lowered her voice even further: "The company is in complete chaos."

Liu Zimu leaned against the railing of the walkway: "As expected."

There was a two-second silence on Park Chae-young's end before she said, "I have something else I want to ask you."

"Go ahead and say it," Liu Zimu sighed.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Those documents were all transferred from that USB drive that was given to Goo Hara, right? Oppa, I'm a little scared."

Liu Zimu took a deep breath: "That's right, there are even more terrifying and disgusting people and things inside."

Park Chaeyoung's voice finally broke into tears: "Oppa, did I do a good deed or harm someone I know?"

"Chaeyoung! You're a girl too. Someone has to stand up for what happened. Bad people should be punished!"

He could actually understand Park Chae-young; someone she knew had made such a big mistake.

And she was the one who delivered that USB drive to Liu Zimu; the guilt and confusion she must have felt must have been unbearable.

Furthermore, YG Entertainment is struggling, which will greatly affect their group.

"Chaeyoung, remember this! You didn't do anything wrong. That USB drive just mysteriously ended up with you."

"Oppa... I... I understand. The company tells us to go back to the dorm right away. I can't talk to you anymore."

"Remember, don't mention that USB drive to anyone." Liu Ziming's tone was very serious. "Remember, nobody."

"I understand." Park Chae-young's voice was still trembling. "Oppa, when are you coming back?"

"In a few days."

"Then tell me when you come back, and I can come to see you?"

"Let's postpone it for now, so as not to cause you any trouble."

"I'm going." She hung up right after saying that, not giving Liu Zimu a chance to refuse.

Seeing him put away his phone, Choi Sulli turned back, staring at his face for two seconds: "Park Chaeyoung?"

"Yes, it's her."

"What did she say?"

"She was scared because her company was in chaos."

Choi Sulli snorted, took his arm, and walked forward: "So what if you're scared? What's it to you? You're not her man."

Liu Zimu was dragged along for a couple of steps before suddenly stopping.

Choi Sulli turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Are you jealous?

"Ugh, I'm jealous of you!" she cursed, pulling her arm even tighter. "I just feel like you're different from the Liu Zimu I remember. How come you're so popular with girls, especially female celebrities?"

Liu Zimu thought for a moment, could it be because of the dog system?

Ultimately, I couldn't answer it.

Choi Sulli didn't press him for details, but pulled him forward, muttering, "I'll settle the score with you when we get back to the hotel, and you'll know what I'm capable of."

"Again?" Liu Zimu feigned fear. "No! I'll die from exhaustion!"

Choi Sulli laughed: "That won't happen!"