Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 87 I Want to Drink Coffee

At 11 a.m., when Bae Joo-beom and the others came out of the KBS building, it started to snow lightly.

She climbed into the van; the heater hadn't come on yet, and her fingers were frozen stiff.

Kim Ye-rin sat next to her, tilting her head and scrolling through her phone. On the screen was a photo posted by a fan site admin of their commute today, with comments scrolling down rapidly.

"Unnie, is that the same coat you wore last time? Fans are asking what brand it is."

Bae Joo-hyun didn't react; she was thinking about something.

She leaned against the car window, stared out for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "I want to drink coffee."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the carriage heard it.

Kim Ye-rin paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

Park Soo-young turned around from the front, her eyes filled with a helpless "you're here again" expression.

There was a two-second silence in the car.

"Unnie, didn't you just have coffee?" Kim Ye-rin whispered. "You only took two sips of that cup in the waiting room and then left it there. You clearly don't like coffee."

"Who said I didn't like it? That last drink wasn't good."

Kim Ye-rin opened her mouth, but seeing her unnie's slightly coquettish expression, she was speechless.

She knew that expression all too well.

Kim Eun-jin glanced back from the passenger seat and casually asked, "Shall we drink it when we get back to the company?"

Son Seung-wan took out his phone and handed it to Kim Eun-jin.

A street in Sinsa-dong.

Kim Eun-jin stared at the address for three seconds, then recognized it: "Zi-mu's coffee shop?"

"Yes." Son Seungwan put her phone away and said coquettishly, "Oppa's coffee is really delicious, and we're going the same way anyway."

"Unnie, that's great. He even came to support us this morning. Let's go and patronize his business." This was Park Soo-young.

Kim Ye-rin covered her face.

The four of them became increasingly familiar with each other, covering for their older sister.

The car is heading towards Sinsadong.

Bae Joo-hyun leaned back in her seat, took out her phone, turned on the front-facing camera, and looked at her face on the screen.

My makeup is still on, my lipstick is still on, but my hair is a little messy.

He straightened his clothes and pulled his collar up, revealing his neck, which was so white it seemed to reflect light.

Kim Ye-rin glanced at her from the side, thinking to herself, "Unnie, you're not going on a blind date," but then decided against it.

Liu Zimu sat in the coffee shop, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

Kakao's equity prospectus.

10%, not too much, not too little, but the company is too big to pass up.

The parent company of the Peninsula version of WeChat has a wide range of businesses, with its reach extending to every corner of the entire Internet ecosystem.

The combined shares of SourceMusic and Dispatch don't even amount to a fraction of this company's value.

Park Hyun-woo sat opposite him, still dressed in a suit and tie, holding a barely touched cup of coffee.

His expression was more respectful than before, not in a feigned way, but out of genuine shock and trepidation.

"Mr. Liu, Kakao has contacted us to confirm whether you will be involved in business decisions."

"What did you reply?"

"I told you you only get involved in major decisions," Park Hyun-woo said after a moment's thought. "But the other party wants to talk to you in person at least once, since 10% of the shares is no small amount. Especially Chairman Kim, who is quite flustered by your actions."

Liu Zimu waved his hand: "I won't see you for now. Just keep an eye on things for me. Make sure the dividends arrive on time. Contact me if anything important happens."

Park Hyun-woo opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He has met many wealthy people who, once they reach a certain level, start to cause trouble.

Buying companies, changing management, and fighting with people in the board of directors.

But the person in front of me is an oddball; the more money he has, the less he wants to get involved.

"There's one more thing." Park Hyun-woo pulled a document out of his briefcase. "There have been some changes at Dispatch as well. After what happened last time, President Lee Myung-gu specifically asked about your attitude, worried that you might not be satisfied with the compromise we made last time."

Liu Zimu took the document and flipped through it casually. It was D Company's strategic plan for the next quarter, a thick stack of documents, all in Korean.

His eyes hurt from looking at it, so he threw it back on the coffee table.

"My attitude is simple: D Company should just do what it needs to do, and make sure that the tasks I assign are carried out properly."

Park Hyun-woo nodded and put the document back into his bag.

After seeing Park Hyun-woo off, Liu Zimu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the street for a while.

Kakao.

He took out his phone and looked at it. The screen showed the KakaoTalk interface, with a "1" next to Choi Sulli's profile picture.

It was a message I sent him not long ago, asking what he wanted for lunch.

He replied, but she didn't reply again; she must be busy.

Li Zhenxi walked over: "Oppa, business at the store is so-so today. Minghao's new cake is selling well. Qiutian ate three pieces yesterday afternoon, and I could hardly stop her."

"Let her eat. She's always saying she's on a diet anyway, she can eat it and then start dieting."

Li Zhenxi laughed: "She'll be furious if she hears that."

Liu Zimu smiled and began preparing lunch for the store's employees for the day!

When the wind chimes rang, Liu Zimu was making poached chicken.

Inside the shop, a couple sat by the corner window, their heads huddled together looking at their phones.

The coffee shop's speakers were playing Rosé's song "Just Look at Me".

He went out for coffee and looked up to see someone coming in through the door. He almost dropped his cup.

Five people.

One does not fall.

Bae Joo-fa walked at the front, her nose slightly red.

She didn't look at him directly when she entered; instead, she glanced around the store first.

The layout after the renovation, the newly added tables and chairs, and the two new coffee grinders on the bar.

Finally, it stopped on a wall.

Photo wall.

Bae Joo-fa walked over, stopped, put her hands in her coat pockets, and tilted her head to look.

In the very center is a photo of Liu Zimu and Cui Xueli, next to which is a photo of Jin Qiutian and him, the little girl pouting with a reluctant expression.

Next to her are Goo Hara, Lee Ji-eun, and a group photo of the four of them.

She stared at the one in the very center for a few seconds, her expression unchanged.

Kim Ye-rin followed behind and also came over to look at the photo wall. She immediately spotted Choi Sulli and subconsciously glanced at Bae Joo-beom.

Their captain's profile was expressionless, with even a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

She must be furious!

"Oppa, your photo wall is great!" Park Soo-young spoke first. "We're here, you have to take a picture of us and put it up too, otherwise it wouldn't be right, would it?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone from his pocket, pulled Kim Ye-rin to the photo wall, and took a selfie with his phone.

Kim Ye-rin made a peace sign to cooperate, but her eyes kept glancing towards Bae Joo-hyun.

Kang Seulgi stood to the side without moving, her arms crossed. She looked at the three photos and her lips twitched slightly, it was hard to tell whether she was smiling or sighing.

Son Seung-wan was quite straightforward, walking straight to the bar: "Oppa, do you have hot chocolate? It's so cold today."

Liu Zimu turned to get a cup: "Yes, but would you like more milk foam?"

"right."

Bae Joo-fa finally turned away from the photo wall.

She walked to the bar stool in front of the bar, sat down, rested her elbows on the bar, cupped her face in her hands, leaned forward, and looked at Liu Zimu.

The two were separated by a bar counter, and the lights shone down from above, making her face appear even more delicate in the warm light.

"I'll have an iced Americano."

Liu Zimu glanced at her: "Drinking something ice-cold on such a cold day?"

"Then I'll listen to you. Whatever you make, I'll drink!" She tilted her head, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

The young couple in the store had already noticed, not to mention the store's employees.

Li Zhenxi and Liu Zhenghua began to provide cover.

"Oppa! What smells so good? It looks delicious!" Kim Ye-rin suddenly asked.

Liu Zimu smiled and said, "Zhenxi, pack this chicken up and let them take it home!"

Kim Ye-rin was immediately delighted and leaned closer to whisper, "Thank you, brother-in-law! Last time you made something delicious, only unnie and Soo-young unnie got to eat it. I've been looking forward to it for so long."

Bae Joo-hyun's face flushed red, but she smiled and happily patted Kim Ye-rin's head.

Maknae, I really like this nickname of yours, unnie.

Liu Zimu glanced at her: "Yilin! If you keep yelling like that, there won't be any chickens left!"

Kim Ye-rin frowned and snorted, "How dare you bully me when I'm so pretty and cute?"