Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Choi Sulli straddled Liu Zimu, her hands supporting her on either side of his head, her hair falling down and brushing against his face.

"Oppa, what naughty thing were you doing in the study just now?"

Liu Zimu reached out and brushed her hair aside, revealing his smiling face: "Nothing much. The coffee shop reopens tomorrow, how about adding a couple of new coffee flavors?"

"this one?"

"That's it? What else did you expect it to be?"

Choi Sulli looked down at him, her eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth slowly stretched into a grin, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You just said the whole world is going crazy. If you really don't want to say it, then forget it." She leaned down. "Anyway, I've already gone crazy. If you go crazy too, that's perfect. A madman with a madman, a perfect match."

After saying that, she kissed him again, the kiss was sickeningly sweet.

Liu Zimu rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

She reached out and pushed his chest, but stopped after a couple of pushes and instead laughed out loud: "Oppa, do you think those beasts will be able to sleep tonight?"

"What's it to me!"

Choi Sulli reached out and hugged his head: "And you? Can you sleep?"

"How can I sleep with you here?"

She laughed even harder, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him down.

The living room light was still on, and the bedroom door was open.

It was well past midnight.

Choi Sulli lay face down on the bed again, her face buried in the pillow, her hair disheveled, and her breathing still uneven.

Liu Zimu sat leaning against the headboard, suddenly lit a cigarette, took only two puffs, and then held it between his fingers, watching it burn on its own.

His mood wasn't actually that calm.

"Oppa." Choi Sulli turned over, lying on her side to look at him, one hand under her head, the other reaching out to poke his waist, "Give me a kiss."

"Why do you smoke? You're a female celebrity."

"What's wrong with female celebrities? Female celebrities can't smoke?" She propped herself up and sat up. "I'm not even afraid of death, why would I be afraid of smoking?"

Liu Zimu handed her the cigarette, and she took a puff, only to cough violently from the fumes.

"Ugh, this is awful." She handed the cigarette back to him, then leaned against him. "Didn't you say you never smoked before? Why did you suddenly want to smoke again today? Are you nervous?"

"I bought this today, this is the first one." Liu Zimu stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table and smiled. "I won't smoke anymore."

Choi Sulli stared at him for several seconds, her eyes crinkling with laughter, then suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek: "Liu Zimu, are you really the Liu Zimu I remember? In my past life, you weren't this capable. You were just a beast of burden who ate instant noodles every day, how come you can even pull off something like this in this life?"

"Little truth, I won't tell you."

Choi Sulli blinked, snorted, and began to whine, "If you had superpowers, would you give me a fuller bust and a lifted butt?"

"Silly woman, go to sleep! There's no such thing as superpowers in this world!"

Choi Sulli looked up at him, like a little fox: "Whether you have superpowers or not, let's try again."

She rolled over, and the blanket slipped to the floor; no one picked it up.

Liu Zimu was speechless. This woman had a schedule tomorrow, and he didn't know if she could get up, but he knew he definitely wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow.

......

Early morning, London.

Sarah, the duty editor at BBC headquarters, stared at the screen for ten seconds, thinking she was still half asleep.

She rubbed her eyes; the news article was still there.

It wasn't posted by them, nor by any editor.

It didn't even come out of their content management system.

It just appeared out of nowhere on the homepage headline, replacing the original news content.

It's like someone prying open the door from the outside, stuffing things in, locking the door, and leaving nothing behind.

"Tom!" she roared as she called the technical department.

Tom, who was on duty in the technical department, ran over, glanced at the screen, and his expression changed.

He returned to his workstation, typed a few lines of commands, stared at the data stream for half a minute, then turned around: "The source cannot be traced. It's not from our server, nor from any known IP. It's like... like it appeared out of thin air."

"Appeared out of thin air?" Sarah's voice rose. "You're telling me it appeared out of thin air? You're a tech guy, not a magician!"

Tom pushed up his glasses, looking completely innocent: "All I can tell you is, I've worked in cybersecurity for eight years and I've never seen anything like this. It's just there, and we can't delete it."

What does it mean if I can't delete it?

"Literally, we can't delete it. We've been hacked." Tom turned around, tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and code scrolled across the screen. "I've tried three methods, including directly manipulating the database, but it still won't delete. That news article has higher write permissions than our administrators, unless we shut down the entire server!"

Sarah stared at him for three seconds, then glanced at the source: the Blue House (Presidential Office).

She made sure he wasn't joking, picked up the landline on the table, and dialed the editor-in-chief's number.

Early morning, Tokyo.

The Yomiuri Shimbun's duty editor stared at the news that suddenly appeared on the screen. His first reaction was not shock, but anger.

Who hacked our system?

He picked up the phone and called the technical department. The technical staff checked for ten minutes and called back to say that it couldn't be deleted.

"Baka!" he cursed, hung up the phone, and reread the news article.

After watching for less than thirty seconds, his expression changed from anger to something else entirely.

Fortunately, this is a matter concerning the peninsula, not theirs.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, stared at the screen for a few seconds, then picked up the notepad on the table, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote a line: [Tomorrow's morning meeting discussion: Should we follow up with reports on the Peninsula scandal?]

He stuck a sticky note on the bezel of his monitor, stared at the source of the news article below, and remained silent for a long time.

As for that news article that can't be deleted, just leave it there.

Anyway, it wasn't us who posted it, so if anyone's going to criticize, it's the people from the Korean Peninsula.

Early morning in Paris.

When André, the duty editor of Le Figaro, saw the news, he first glanced at his watch: 2:17 a.m.

He picked up the glass of red wine on the table, took a sip, reread the headline, and then looked at a message the tech department had sent him: "[The news article on the homepage that can't be deleted—tracing its source—is indeed the Blue House (Presidential Office on the Korean Peninsula)."

Andrei took another sip of red wine, placed his phone face down on the table, and continued reading the news article.

When he saw those chat logs, he frowned, not because the content was disgusting, but because he noticed a problem.

The chat logs were in Korean, but the page automatically translated them into French, and the explicit videos and photos were blurred out for the victims.

The translation is mediocre, but barely comprehensible.

He stared at the French translation of "New stock tonight, all from reputable families" for two seconds, then shook his head.

People from the peninsula are weird too.

He finished his drink, stood up, stretched, and walked to the window.

The Parisian night view unfolds before my eyes, with the lights of the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a couple of puffs, and remembered that he had to explain to the editor-in-chief tomorrow why the homepage headline had become a scandalous news story about a peninsula.

Forget it, it's not our fault anyway.

It's just a scandal from another country, how many people would actually pay attention to it?

Anyway, the Blue House is there to suffer losses; how can it escape them?

......

The world's media was shocked and went crazy.

This news was just to give them a juicy piece of gossip, and tech trackers have confirmed that it really did come from the Blue House on the Korean Peninsula!

Many of them don't really believe that the Korean Peninsula government did it, after all, what government would be stupid enough to air its dirty laundry in public?

However, for all these losses and situations, we will seek help from Peninsula.

You have to pay me back!