The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 274: Putting the Little Rabbit in the Car and Taking It Home (Part 2)

After shouting a few things in a moment of impulsiveness, Lim Nayeon looked around guiltily. Seeing that no one seemed to be paying attention to this little corner, she quickly sat down.

Thankfully, no one noticed.

Call ~
She patted her chest and stuck out her tongue.

"What are you two playing at..." Liu Zhimin murmured, looking at the delicate choker on Lin Nayeon's fair neck.

"Jimin, between me and your oppa..." Lim Nayeon turned her head, shyly touching the collar around her neck, her little face flushed.

"You should understand, right? Just keep it to yourself, don't tell anyone else."

"I…"

What do I know?
I don't understand!
Liu Zhimin couldn't help but clench her fists, really wanting to punch Bae Yongjun and Lim Nayeon, that despicable couple, flying.

“Jimin,” Lim Nayeon looked at Yoo Jimin, who seemed to still be in a daze, took her hands, and said sincerely, “I understand everything now, please believe me.”

"I'm sorry, I didn't know before that he had suffered such harm."

"As expected, success is not so easy, which is why I wanted to vent like this."

“I will help him get through this.”

Lim Na-yeon looked resolute.

"And..." she suddenly became hesitant and embarrassed, her gaze fixed on the table in front of her, her voice barely audible, "And I quite like it this way..."

So what am I doing here?
Are you helping Bae Yong-joon manipulate you?

Looking at Lim Nayeon's blank expression, Yoo Jimin opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

That's exactly what you wanted, isn't it?

You like this, right?
I've been defeated by that despicable couple.

Liu Zhimin couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Anyway, Jimin, thank you for telling me all this. Let's exchange contact information." After being self-satisfied for a while, Lim Nayeon came back to her senses.

“…Okay.” Liu Zhimin handed her the phone.

Lim Nayeon entered her phone number, hesitated for a moment, wrote "sister-in-law" as the contact name, and then added a heart after it.

Hehe, just sneaking in a little fun~
"Ji-min, please don't let your oppa see this, okay? I'll be too embarrassed."

Having become the ex-girlfriend's pet, Lim Na-yeon guiltily gave instructions to her cheap sister-in-law, Yoo Ji-min.

"I'm leaving now, Jimin, I'm going to find him." Lim Nayeon stood up, waved, and quickly left.

Liu Zhimin blinked as she looked at the brightly displayed "sister-in-law" on her phone, feeling a surge of anger rising within her.

She picked up her phone and dialed Kim Minjung's number.

"Minjung, are you home? Find all the things I sent you right now."

"Hey! What are you taking a bath for! Who told you to take a bath! Hurry up, I need to get something right away!"

Liu Zhimin hung up the phone, angrily tapped the screen twice, and slammed the phone on the table.

On the screen, Lin Na-yeon happily saved "sister-in-law," and had already become a "fool."

Sister-in-law, right?

You like playing perverted games, right?

Okay, I'll let you have your fun!

[Minjung, hurry up and find him!]

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On the other side of the banquet hall, in a secluded meeting room, Bae Young-joon and Cho Kuk were sitting face to face, talking.

"A director of KBS, huh?" Cho Kuk smiled, his handsome face bearing a hint of gray in his hair, looking as if he were deeply concerned about the country and its people. "Quite a few people are interested in this matter."

“Chief, this may not mean much to you, but it’s a top priority for us in the press,” Bae Young-joon said.

"As for the candidate, it depends on the President's opinion; nothing has been decided yet." Cao Guo didn't reveal anything and slowly shook his head.

Bae Young-joon nodded, blinked, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The harsh, robotic voice echoed in his mind. Having used the fragment of truth, Bae Young-joon heard Cho Kuk's inner whispers.

However, the content was somewhat unexpected.

Since President Moon Jae-in wants Woo Kyung-ho to serve as a director of KBS, although there is some resistance, it's time to move forward.

Woo Kyung-ho?
It's him again.

Woo Kyung-ho, who wanted to acquire Kakao, even caught the attention of the Blue House and was even to be entrusted with an important position as a director of KBS.

With Kakao, used by everyone, and KBS, an authoritative and unique platform, they control both the grassroots and the official channels of public opinion.

By then, what kind of media monster will the ambitious Woo Kyung-ho become?

His ambitions seem to extend beyond simply taking control of the Kakao business empire.

More importantly, Woo Kyung-ho is the illegitimate son of former President Park, so how could he be related to the current President Moon?
The two sides should be mortal enemies, so how come Woo Kyung-ho is doing so well?
While talking to Cao Guo, Bae Yong-joon was thinking to himself.

“Yongjun, you’ve done a good job. I was thinking of finding you a job at KBS, but I didn’t expect you to be a newspaper owner already. It seems I don’t need to worry about you anymore.”

Cao Guo's eyes held a hint of admiration.

After all, being able to lead a well-known newspaper at such a young age, even if it's a somewhat disreputable entertainment newspaper, makes him a rare young talent in the journalism world and a key figure in public opinion for the progressives.

Well, if that's believable, it's worth further training.

"No need to be so formal, just call me teacher." He patted Bae Young-joon on the shoulder to show his affection.

“Teacher.” Bae Yong-joon readily agreed.

The teachers and students recognized each other, and the reunion was exceptionally heartwarming.

The secretary beside him looked at Bae Young-joon with a different gaze.

Cao Guo had been a professor at both Korea University and Seoul National University, but he had rarely met anyone who would call him "teacher," especially after his meteoric rise in the last two years.

With a smile on her face, the secretary deftly refilled Bae Young-joon's coffee cup.

"Actually, it was by chance that I had the help of President Woo of Kakao Entertainment, otherwise I wouldn't have had the opportunity." Bae Young-joon steered the conversation towards Woo Kyung-ho, observing Cho Kuk's reaction.

"Ah, President Woo, Woo Kyung-ho, um." Cho Kuk nodded.

"Teacher, I would like to ask for your guidance. If we are to cooperate with President Yu like this, how do you think we should proceed? I really want to be able to help you, but I'm worried that something might go wrong at a crucial moment," Pei Yongjun said.

Soliciting opinions on the partnership showed Cao Guo considerable respect as a teacher.

“You can trust Woo Kyung-ho,” Cho Kuk smiled.

"Is that so?" Bae Young-joon looked like he was all ears.

"President Yu is actually one of our people, so he's quite trustworthy. I've heard that his father has been a great help to Commander Wen, so you can definitely work with him."

Cao Guo revealed a confident expression.

Our people?

Thinking of Woo Kyung-ho's status as the illegitimate son of former President Park, Bae Young-joon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Could Woo Kyung-ho be an undercover agent?
President Yu, you don't want others to know your undercover identity, do you?

"Young-joon, what are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so happily?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered a kind person."

Yes, he's a good person. President Yu is truly a good person.

A strange smile involuntarily crept onto Bae Young-joon's lips. ————

"Exclusive reporting rights?" Lee Ji-eun's surprised voice came through the phone receiver. "How is that possible? Woo Kyung-ho has been preparing such a big plan for so long, how could he possibly give your Han River Sports exclusive coverage?"

"It's not me, it's us, and Woo Kyung-ho is also half of it." Bae Young-joon stood by the corridor, correcting Lee Ji-eun.

"That's impossible!" Lee Ji-eun thought Bae Young-joon was being delusional, actually trying to snatch food from Woo Kyung-ho's mouth.

In a talent show, media coverage is undoubtedly a crucial factor in its success or failure, and also one of the most lucrative aspects. How could Woo Kyung-ho possibly entrust this to Bae Young-joon, especially with exclusive reporting rights?

“It’s possible, you’ll understand. Anyway, please keep an eye on it for me, and let me know as soon as Woo Kyung-ho returns,” Bae Young-joon said.

"Really? You have another plan?" Lee Ji-eun noticed the confidence in Bae Young-joon's tone.

"Oh, my dear President Pei, please just tell me!"

She acted coquettishly with ease, her voice sweet and soft.

"You think you can get me to tell you just by acting cute? Isn't that too easy?" Bae Young-joon said with a light laugh.

"Can't I even be cute? So many people want to see that." Lee Ji-eun gave a coquettish snort. "What do you want?"

"You're not thinking..." Lee Ji-eun slowed her voice, as if implying something, "...that kind of perverted stuff you watched during the day, right, bad men?"

"Which one?" Bae Young-joon asked knowingly.

“Yeah, woof woof~” Lee Ji-eun imitated a puppy's bark in a very convincing way.

"President Pei, I've been practicing hard."

"I'll show it to you when you become a director."

She chuckled.

"However, if you tell me how you do it, I can give you a small demonstration right now~"

Experience?

A scene flashed through Bae Young-joon's mind: Lee Ji-eun's petite body curled up on the floor, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes raised upwards, looking at him with a soft and charming gaze, and then letting out a soft whimper.

hiss~
That's a bit much, you bad woman.

Little rabbit, you have to keep it up!

Bae Young-joon was exasperated by his adorable but clueless little rabbit.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lee Ji-eun let out a mischievous laugh. "Did I easily get you?"

“Then tell me where you are, and I’ll come over and let you have your way with me,” Pei Yongjun said.

“Oh, then forget it,” Lee Ji-eun quickly refused, “I can’t stand you.”

"You set a fire and then just leave it at that?" Bae Young-joon snorted in dissatisfaction.

"You still have your little girlfriend, right? Ah, is she an ex-girlfriend now?" Lee Ji-eun seemed to have also remembered the time when he and Lim Na-yeon were going to break up.

"Then you should really beg your ex-girlfriend to take pity on you. I don't care anymore. Who told me I've never even been a girlfriend? What right do I have to accompany our President Pei?"

Lee Ji-eun's voice grew increasingly strained as she spoke, and finally she slammed down the phone.

Bae Young-joon stood by the window, glanced at his phone, and raised an eyebrow.

Why do women have to be so smart? It's complicated.

He shook his head and walked back towards the banquet hall.

I had only taken two steps when my phone rang again.

It was a selfie sent by Lee Ji-eun.

Her right hand, white and delicate, rested on her chin. Her long hair fell down from the side of her face. Her exquisite features were accompanied by a pure smile, making her look like a goddess untouched by worldly affairs.

[Oppa, if she won't let you sleep with her, you can use this picture.]

[P.S.: I licked it clean.]

Bae Young-joon then noticed that the glistening trace he had left on Lee Ji-eun's lips when he left during the day had disappeared, leaving only her innocent smile.

Bae Young-joon jumped up and replied.

[No need. I'll search high and low to find you and see how well you've practiced.]

Lee Ji-eun sent several pleading emojis, but it's unclear whether they were sincere or not.

I'm going to eat now, bye-bye~

【mua~】

Then she just disappeared and stopped replying.

Bae Young-joon took a deep breath and decided that he would never listen to Lee Ji-eun's pleas for mercy next time.

What's wrong with being petty?
We really need to broaden her horizons.

As Bae Yong-joon pondered this, he returned to the banquet hall.

In the bustling banquet hall, everyone became excited as Pei Yongjun, who had been led into a secret meeting by the Chief of Cao State, reappeared.

They already knew who Bae Yong-joon was: the owner of a well-known newspaper, a truly extraordinary identity, not to mention being a guest of honor in Cao Guo.

Everyone wants to get to know them.

In particular, he currently has no female companion.

The women, their shoulders and thighs bare, gathered around him with even more enthusiasm, chattering and exchanging sweet, cloying scents of cosmetics. This only fueled the already burning desire within Bae Young-joon.

"Make way, make way~ Sorry for bothering you all~"

The little rabbit, who had disappeared somewhere, finally squeezed through the crowd, panting, and took Bae Young-joon's arm.

Seeing that the woman is already taken, it's a high-class occasion, and the number of women who stay and offer themselves up is still relatively small.

Lim Nayeon stared at her with wide eyes for a few moments, and soon she too was defeated.

The women dispersed and disappeared from sight. Pei Yongjun clicked his tongue with some regret, "Oh, I haven't had enough of the experience yet."

"Oppa~" Lim Nayeon whimpered, shaking his arm. Her voice trailed off. "What are you saying? M-Master, don't you have me?"

"Hmm?" Bae Young-joon glanced at the little rabbit clinging tightly to his arm beside him, its big, watery eyes filled with shyness. "Say it again."

"Master, you've always been the best to me. Tonight, please, Master, do whatever you want with me." Lim Nayeon's cheeks grew redder and redder, but she pretended to be calm.

"Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic?" Bae Young-joon was a little surprised.

"I'm my master's little bunny, and I'm the most enthusiastic." Lim Nayeon suppressed her shyness and gently wiggled her little bottom.

"If you keep doing this, I can't take it anymore." Bae Yong-joon pinched her soft buttocks from behind, warning the suddenly alluring little bunny.

"Master, please stop holding back and use me as you please." The little rabbit felt like it was about to ripen.

"You said it yourself." Pei Yongjun's breath hitched, and he pulled her into his arms, leading her quickly outside.

"Master, where are we going?" Lin Nayeon asked somewhat flustered.

"Go home, and use you."

Bae Young-joon stepped outside, picked up his little rabbit, and put it into the car.

"Make good use of you."

The black sedan sped away.

"...Yes, Master, the little rabbit likes it the most."

(End of this chapter)