Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

the other side.

The car was parked in the underground garage of the Namdong SL apartment building.

Lock the car doors.

I walked briskly to the gate.

Han Xijun raised his hand but did not immediately enter the password.

It wasn't that I forgot the front door code of this house I hadn't been back to for a long time, nor did I suddenly remember that I had forgotten it because the vacant house had been rented out to other people.

He muttered, "They're both on the 15th floor."

It was Han Xijun who suddenly realized that their home in the SL apartment was on the 15th floor, just like Wu Haiyuan's home.

"fate"

With a smile, Han Xijun uttered those two words before starting to enter the password.

No matter how small the matter, anything that comes into contact with Wu Haiyuan is "fate" for Han Xijun.

The elevator went up. Han Xijun was humming a tune.

Looking at her reflection in the elevator car, she smoothed her bangs and muttered, "So I look like Won Bin. Why didn't anyone tell me before? Do they find it hard to talk to themselves?"

"Hmm, at least Baek Eun-hee wouldn't think that way, and so would Kwon Ji-ho and Lee Si-yeon."

The three names Han Xijun mentioned were three colleagues from the Kakao Group AI R&D Center whom he felt he could "get along" with.

A person flashed through my mind.

Han Xijun shook his head.

Why did I think of Zhang Yuanying?

Did you think of Zhang Yuanying because you thought she was good at socializing? At such a young age, she is adept at navigating the complex entertainment industry, saying one thing to one person and another to another, and managing not to offend anyone, which is quite an ability.

Logically speaking, Zhang Yuanying should have provided him with emotional support, since she had previously needed his help.

She never said she looked like Won Bin, or that she was handsome.

Ding

The elevator reached the 15th floor. Han Xijun stopped muttering after stepping out of the elevator.

I stopped thinking about Zhang Yuanying.

Actually, Han Hee-joon himself didn't realize it.

It wasn't that Zhang Yuanying didn't want to provide emotional support to Han Xijun; she did, and she even tried different methods.

For example, when they first met at the Guanghuamen upscale Chinese restaurant, Zhang Yuanying provided emotional value by asking for help in the restroom, where a person of lower status asked a person of higher status for help.

Sending greetings to Han Xijun every morning, noon, and evening afterward was also a way of showing emotional support.

As for praising Han Hee-joon as handsome, like Won Bin or something, it's not that Jang Won-young didn't want to go further and provide emotional value; it's just that Han Hee-joon is on a much higher level than Jang Won-young, they're not in the same league, she has no chance, and she can't do it.

On the contrary, Han Xijun could make Zhang Yuanying happy, expectant, and excited with just a few simple words.

The fact is that people with higher levels of skill can always make people with lower levels feel "joy" and "happiness," which is an absolute and overwhelming class gap.

drop drop drop

Enter the password to open the door.

The person had just entered the house. At the entrance, Han Xijun, who was taking off his shoes, heard a series of hurried footsteps.

look up.

The mother, wearing an apron and holding a towel, stood across the hallway from the entrance.

"son"

With open arms, Han Xijun's mother welcomed him.

Han Xijun smiled and said, "Mom."

After changing into slippers, I quickly stepped forward.

He gave his mother a big hug, holding her tightly in his arms.

At that moment, the mother nestled against Han Xijun's chest like a little girl, her face full of happiness, murmuring, "It's been so long since I've seen my son. Has he missed his mother?"

Han Xijun said, "Mom, didn't we just have a video call the day before yesterday?"

"Can a video call be the same? Can I hug you then?" Mom complained.

Before Han Xijun could answer, his mother suddenly took a half step back. Han Xijun looked at his mother in confusion.

I thought my mother was going to look me over again and say things like I'd grown taller or gained weight, or something like that.

Unexpectedly, Mom covered her mouth with her hand and muttered, "Oh dear, won't your girlfriend be jealous if I hug you like this?"

Han Xijun was stunned for two or three seconds.

He never dreamed his mother would say such a thing.

Laughed.

He laughed and said, "What is Mom saying?"

The father, who had come out of the room, stood far away in the hallway and said, "Your mother has been reading a new novel lately. Sometimes I wonder where that capable person from before has gone."

"Capable" is a common saying in the workplace.

Being able to work in the finance department of S Group shows that my mother is not a simple woman, nor is she the kind of person who is sentimental, love-struck, or needs to rely on others for care.

When my mother first met my father through a blind date, she told him that she would never give up her career for the family, nor was she the kind of weak woman who could only survive by relying on her husband.

Things changed after all. Because of Han Xijun.

In her heart, this son, as seen by others, was even more perfect than her husband.

Han Xijun tried to understand.

It's inevitable to be sentimental at this age.

Plus, having not seen myself for so long, the longing overwhelmed me, and so...

Forget it.

Han Xijun couldn't understand.

Why would Mom say that Wu Haiyuan would be jealous, and that he really wouldn't hug her anymore?

Han Xijun took half a step forward, wanting to hug his mother again.

The mother took two steps back and said, "No, girls are very sensitive."

Han Xijun said helplessly, "Mom, you're my mom. It's okay if we hug in front of Haiyuan."

"No, son, you still don't understand girls. Girls are just as possessive as boys. If I had a boyfriend like you, I definitely wouldn't let other girls get close to you." "Mom, that's an exaggeration."

"Not an exaggeration"

The father, who had come over, added, "Your mother wasn't lying; her possessiveness is no joke."

Han Xijun gave a wry smile.

Dad walked over to the sofa and said, "This afternoon, when your mother and I went shopping, your mother got into trouble because I talked to the salesperson a few too many words..."

"Son, don't mind your father. When is Wu Haiyuan coming to our house tomorrow? What does she like to eat? I'm going to make your favorite soft tofu soup and spicy stir-fried seafood."

Han Xijun frowned slightly.

My favorite dishes are soft tofu soup and spicy stir-fried seafood.

Is that so?

The mother spoke very seriously, meaning she wanted Wu Haiyuan to know what he liked to eat, and that if Wu Haiyuan arrived early, she would be willing to teach him how to cook.

Putting aside whether those two dishes were his favorites, Han Xijun was about to tell his mother that Wu Haiyuan didn't need to learn to cook what she liked. She had her own dreams, her own career, and her own life, just like his mother did when she was young.

Changing the subject, the mother said, "No, I was negligent. We can't let Wu Haiyuan learn these things. Women should have their own lives, dreams, and careers. We should teach her other things." Han Xijun didn't know what other things to teach her.

However, Han Xijun vaguely sensed some "fear".

My mother is no ordinary person.

After all, he was someone who could manage university professors, and it seemed as if he himself was someone who had been "subdued" and was completely obedient.