Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

The sky over Seoul was indeed badly ripped open today, and on Saturday, things got really chaotic.

Liu Zimu, who stabbed Liu Zimu, was standing behind the bar, watching the live broadcast on TV.

The Blue House was packed with people, and women holding banners blocked the nearby roads. The vast crowd stretched as far as the eye could see.

The slogans read: "Severely punish sex crimes," "Give women justice," etc.

Several girls were crying so hard their makeup was ruined, and they were being helped by others while being interviewed by reporters.

He looked away and bent down to wipe the cup.

The shop was already full of people.

It's not because the coffee at Shiguang Cafe suddenly tasted better; it's because everyone on the peninsula needs a place to stay today.

Browsing the news alone at home can be too depressing, and browsing the news in front of your boss at work isn't quite appropriate either, so coffee shops have become a pretty good place for discussion.

"Min-young, the cappuccino for table number three is ready." Lee Jin-hee placed the coffee on the bar. "Looks like they've arrested a few more people."

Liu Zimu hung the cleaned cup on the cup rack, then with a flick of his wrist, drew a heart shape on the cappuccino with milk foam: "Send it over."

Park Min-young left with the coffee, and Liu Zimu continued wiping the cups.

When I was wiping the third one, my phone vibrated.

Park Chaeyoung's message: "Oppa, our CEO has been taken away for questioning. We've been stuck in the dorm since this morning and can't go anywhere. Jennie unnie is crying, and Jisoo unnie is comforting her. Oppa, I'm so scared."

Liu Zimu stared at the screen for two seconds, then typed with one hand: 【What are you afraid of? You didn't do anything wrong.】

[But what about our group? All our schedules are off. We had two shows today, and they were both canceled. The company's stock price has dropped by more than 20%, and my manager's phone keeps ringing with cancellations. I heard a lot of trainees are leaving. Oppa, I don't want our group to end like this.]

He thought for a moment, typed a few words, deleted them, typed again, and finally replied with only one sentence: "No, it'll be fine in a few days. After all, you didn't do anything wrong. If anything does happen, I'll figure something out."

He said that with a guilty conscience.

In his past life, he certainly knew that BLACKPINK was not over and was becoming more and more popular.

But because of his interference in this life, things happened earlier and became many times bigger than in the previous life.

The YG CEO has been taken away, and the outcome this time is likely much more serious than the last one. Who knows how things will develop from here on out.

It's not just YG; the shares of all entertainment companies, including SM and JYP, are falling!

Although his entertainment company is not publicly listed, its value is definitely being discounted. Isn't this a case of shooting himself in the foot?

Of course, he can't tell Park Chae-young these things right now.

What that girl needs right now isn't the truth, but someone to tell her that everything is alright.

My phone vibrated again. It was Park Chae-young again: [Oppa, if you say it's okay, then it's okay. I believe you. Oppa, I miss you so much.]

Liu Zimu: [Come to the shop for coffee when you're free.]

He placed his phone face down on the bar counter, picked up the next cup, and continued wiping.

Jin Qiutian passed by with a cup of hot cocoa, glanced at his phone, his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything and took the hot cocoa to table number four.

When she came back, she leaned against the bar counter, tilting her head to look at him: "Oppa, are you in a bad mood today?"

"I'm in a pretty good mood."

"You're lying." Jin Qiutian tucked the tray under her arm. "You usually hum along to music when you're wiping the cups, but you didn't play any music today."

Liu Zimu paused in his work, looked up at her, and said, "What do you know? Everyone's watching the news; it wouldn't be appropriate for me to play music."

He thought to himself: When did this little traitor Han start observing these things?

"Aren't you going to practice today?" he changed the subject.

Jin Qiutian pouted: "The company made everyone rest today, actually because they were afraid we'd cause trouble too."

She leaned closer and lowered her voice: "Oppa, you don't know, our trainee group chat is in an uproar. Several unnies said they wanted to go out, but the company stopped them. I actually wanted to go too."

Liu Zimu didn't reply, but placed the cleaned glass on the bar.

Jin Qiu stared at his profile for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and touched his forehead before pulling her hand back.

"No fever," she muttered to herself.

"What are you doing?" Liu Zimu frowned.

"I'm checking if you're feeling unwell," Jin Qiutian said matter-of-factly. "You're acting really strange today. You usually bully me, but you're not scolding me for this."

Liu Zimu opened his mouth, feeling a little uneasy, wanting to say something, but seeing Jin Qiutian's worried little face, he swallowed his words.

"I'm probably too busy today and don't want to talk."

Jin Qiutian glanced at him with some skepticism, then picked up the tray and left.

She took two steps and then turned back: "Oppa, if you're really uncomfortable, just say so. We'll bear with it."

"Okay, I know, now you're going to nag me?"

Jin Qiutian snorted and turned to greet the newly arrived guests.

Liu Zimu leaned against the bar counter, looking at the street scene outside through the glass wall.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street than usual, and the few who did pass by were all in a hurry, looking down at their phones.

This time, the Korean Peninsula has truly embarrassed itself on a global scale.

The Truth Store next door wasn't filming today either.

Choi Sulli sent him a message saying that she couldn't go on the trip and was called back to the company early in the morning, and she didn't know when it would end.

This is because it involves Girls' Generation's Kwon Yuri's older brother.

Their company and Kwon Yuri are preparing an apology announcement.

Liu Zimu sighed. That USB drive had truly become Pandora's box, involving far too many people.

But he doesn't regret it.

The television screen changed, revealing a man in a suit standing in front of the camera, his expression serious, reading from a prepared statement: "...a thorough investigation will be conducted on all those involved, and regardless of their status or position, they will all be dealt with according to the law..."

The scrolling text below reads: "[Blue House Spokesperson's Emergency Press Conference]"

All the customers in the shop were looking up at the TV. Some took out their phones to watch, some whispered among themselves, and some stared at the screen, not even noticing that their coffee had gone cold.

Liu Zimu looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away.

He had heard this story far too many times in his past life.

This is how it always is with the peninsula, in its past and present lives: righteous indignation and solemn vows, but once the storm has passed, it goes back to being as rotten as ever.

But this time it seems a little different.

The whole world is watching this time. Even if the Korean Peninsula government wants to fool people, it has to think twice about the consequences.

He picked up his phone and opened his chat with Bae Joo-hyun.

He typed a message: "Get some rest!"

Lock the screen and put the phone back in your pocket.

Just then, the wind chimes at the door rang.

A woman walked in.

Fully armed, wearing a black baseball cap and a black mask, only his eyes were visible. Those eyes were beautiful, but the rims around them were dark and bruised.

She came in, but instead of going up to the second floor, she sat down in a corner by the window.

As Jin Qiutian carried the water over, her hands trembled as she bent down to put the cup down.

As someone who knows the coffee shop's entertainment scene, she recognized him again.

She walked back, leaned on the bar counter, and whispered, "Oppa, Oppa, Oppa! That's Kim Ji-won sunbaenim over there! Why did she come in this situation?"

Liu Zimu didn't answer, but followed her gaze and looked over to the table in the corner.

Kim Ji-won didn't take off her mask or order anything; she just quietly looked at her phone, but the dark circles under her eyes were impossible to hide.

However, Liu Zimu knew she wasn't looking at her phone because her fingers barely moved; instead, she would occasionally steal glances at him.

He was puzzled.

He knew this actress in his past life, mainly because he had seen her in TV dramas.

He couldn't figure it out, so he started busying himself with his own things.

After a while, Kim Ji-won ordered a coffee, an iced Americano, which wasn't her favorite flavor.

Liu Zimu finished cooking, and she actually came over, picked it up, and left.

But the look in her eyes when she left was so complicated!

Liu Zimu was dumbfounded. What was going on?

Does she know me?