The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 258 Lim Nayeon: My confession came from the bottom of my heart

On the other end of the phone, Lim Nayeon was dumbfounded, while Bae Young-joon smiled.

If you don't make your little rabbit laugh, then you've wasted your pet, haven't you?

"Anything else? If not, I'm hanging up," he said into the phone.

"Wait, wait! Don't hang up!" Lim Nayeon called out quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Huh? I can't be in trouble?" Bae Young-joon made a nasal sound, and on the other end of the phone, Lim Na-yeon's tone softened instantly.

"No, no, no," she chuckled twice on the phone, "Well, I kind of miss you, how about we meet up?"

"How about I treat you to a meal? We'll eat something delicious."

Hearing her soft, coquettish voice, Bae Yong-joon hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Hmm, what did you say again? When you invite someone to dinner, you should be more polite, right?"

"Editor-in-chief, Editor-in-chief Bae, Editor-in-chief nim~ Oppa~" Lim Nayeon took a deep breath and called out in a flurry of voices, "Please, please come to dinner with me tonight."

"How about I go out with you after dinner? We can go anywhere you want!"

"Is it okay, my dear oppa~"

As Bae Yong-joon listened to her soft, coquettish whimpers, a smile of amusement crept onto his lips.

Hmm, teasing rabbits is really fun.

"Hmm..." Bae Young-joon hesitated for a moment, whetting Lim Na-yeon's appetite before refusing, "It seems like I need to make an appointment. You can call the newspaper first to see my availability."

"Huh?" Lim Nayeon on the other end of the phone was dumbfounded. "What appointment?"

Thinking about how she almost got fired from the company, and now that even asking Bae Yong-joon to have a meal together wouldn't work, her eyes welled up with tears.

"Oh! Fine, I don't want to eat then!" she said angrily, her voice trembling with tears. "I'll eat it myself, I won't give it to you."

"You stinky man, you bad man, just leave me alone..."

"Alright, alright," Pei Yongjun said, listening to her pitiful voice. He glanced at the name of the residential complex by the roadside and turned into the underground parking lot. "Come on down, I'm at your dormitory building."

"Come down what? I... ah?" Lim Nayeon, who was trying hard to hold back her tears, realized halfway through her sentence, "You're here?"

"Okay, I'm here." Bae Young-joon parked the car in an empty space.

"Really? You really came?" Lim Nayeon asked, her voice sounding dazed, as if she couldn't believe it.

“Located on the second basement level, parking space L9, waiting for you…” Bae Young-joon glanced at his watch. “10 minutes, hurry up.”

"Really? I haven't changed my clothes or put on makeup yet, how come you..." Lim Nayeon immediately became anxious.

"9 minutes and 40 seconds left."

"Oh! I... I... wait for me! Don't go!" Lin Nayeon called out in a panic a few times before hurriedly hanging up the phone.

Honestly, this little rabbit started crying after playing for only a couple of minutes.

Sigh, it's not durable.

Bae Young-joon reclined his car seat, exhaled, and waited leisurely for Lim Na-yeon.

He rested his left hand behind his head, took out his phone with his right hand and glanced at it; Jin Zhicheng had just sent him a message.

[Team leader, I just confirmed with sources and JYP that Nayeon is sick and will announce a suspension of activities due to illness tonight.]

Well, JYP has finally realized what's happening.

Newspapers represent public opinion, but if they only focus on breaking news like Dispatch, they will never become truly large.

Others may fear you, but they will not depend on you, much less revere you.

To get Hangang Sports on the right track and pave the way for his takeover of KBS, he must have the ability to guide public opinion and shape public sentiment.

In short, it's about creating stars.

Entertainment, economics, politics—everywhere, people want to become stars, and having that ability is the foundation for continuing on their path.

As for the first target... He rubbed his phone in his palm for a moment, pondered for a moment, and sent a message back to Jin Zhicheng.

Okay, after JYP issued the notification, we began our operation, targeting Lim Nayeon.

Yes, team leader! I will definitely do my best!

She looks like a rabbit, but has the heart of an angel!

Looking at the catchy slogan sent by Kim Ji-sung, Bae Young-joon smiled, leaned back in his chair, stretched, and waited for Lim Na-yeon to arrive.

Lim Nayeon was looking for him, and coincidentally, he was also looking for Lim Nayeon.

But why is this little rabbit being so attentive today? What trouble has it gotten into behind my back?
Tsk, she's really not honest. She needs to be taught a lesson with a carrot.

Bae Young-joon leaned back in his chair, imagining his cute little bunny crying as it ate the big carrot, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

What does it feel like to have bunny teeth?
He was starting to look forward to it.

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"Half a minute left," Bae Young-joon said into his phone while glancing at his watch.

"Hey! Wait a minute! In the elevator! In the elevator!" Lin Nayeon's panting voice came from the phone.

"Getting ready to leave..." Bae Young-joon drawled out the words.

"Wait, wait! It's here!"

Bae Young-joon looked up and saw a figure carrying a bag rushing out of the elevator, holding a phone and looking around anxiously.

He honked the horn, and Lim Nayeon turned around and ran over.

"Phew~" She got into the car, patted her little orange, and let out a long sigh. "I'm so tired."

She tidied her hair, turned around, and looked at Bae Young-joon expectantly. "Look, look, it hasn't even been ten minutes, has it?"

"Besides, even if we get there, you can't kick me off. I almost died from exhaustion running down here."

"Please, Oppa~"

"10 minutes, almost there. How come it's so fast today?" Pei Yongjun glanced at his watch and realized that she had indeed made it in ten minutes.

"Of course I'll come to see you as soon as possible." Lim Nayeon turned her head and smiled ingratiatingly at him.

"Oh, right, I brought you something nice." She pulled a box out of her bag, opened it like she was showing off a treasure, and a sweet aroma wafted out. "Ta-da!"

"I made some cookies, come and try them!"

Bae Young-joon took the box, tasted the rich milk biscuit, and blinked as he looked at the three words "[Ming-nan]" on the back of the box lid.

"Huh? Ah!" Lim Nayeon followed his gaze, hurriedly and hastily closed the box, chuckled, and tried to get away with it by being cute, "Well, we ran out of boxes, so we used Xiao Nan's box to put it in."

"Aren't you being too nice to me today? You even gave me cookies made by someone else." Bae Young-joon held a half-eaten cookie, looking at her somewhat forced smile, and asked thoughtfully, "Is there something you want from me?"

"Hehe, um, no, nothing." Under Bae Young-joon's gaze, Lim Na-yeon's laughter gradually weakened, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
Why are you looking at me like that? Let's go, let's go eat!

She nudged Bae Young-joon's arm, trying to change the subject.

Bae Young-joon remained unmoved, his gaze lingering on her.

"Or did you get into some trouble behind my back? You're not going to drag me down with you, are you?" Bae Young-joon sensed that Lim Na-yeon had definitely done something wrong and was trying to get his help. "Then I..."

"No, no, no! I didn't!" Lim Nayeon felt increasingly guilty as she listened, her face burning. She quickly interrupted him, "You've helped me so much, isn't it only right that I treat you well?"

"I mean it all, really!"

She genuinely came to confess her feelings!
Sincere!
At least he was sincere before he finished dealing with the company's demands!

She thought to herself, feeling a little guilty.

(End of this chapter)