The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 295

"Sigh, if only I could win the Baeksang Arts Awards." Lee Ji-eun leaned against Bae Young-joon's chest, panting, her face flushed, and murmured to herself as she looked at the ceiling.

Bae Yong-joon, resting his head on the armrest of the sofa, glanced at Lee Ji-eun in his arms upon hearing this.

Her clothes were disheveled, revealing her round, fair shoulders. Her dress was torn and twisted, and her soft, white skin trembled with her breath.

A few strands of loose hair clung to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her dark, smooth braids swayed gently over her soft skin, and her innocent face was flushed with passion, exuding a unique feminine charm amidst her innocence.

"What are you laughing at?" Lee Ji-eun looked at the smile on Bae Young-joon's lips. "Can't I even think about it if I can't have it?"

"Dreams, do you know what dreams are?"

"If I don't get it this year, I'll try next year; if I don't get it next year, I'll try the year after. I'll be satisfied as long as I get it."

She muttered a couple of times, "Really, really satisfied. I'm not going to overthink it anymore. I'm going to start being a couch potato."

"Still laughing!" She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Pei Yongjun, whose laughter was becoming increasingly obvious. "Can't you try a little harder?!"

"Hurry up and become a director of KBS, then help me with public relations, and I won't be angry anymore."

"Then you should still be angry." Bae Young-joon couldn't help but laugh out loud. "You think you can get away with not being angry over a Best Actress award?"

"Is that not allowed?" Lee Ji-eun's eyes widened, then she realized that her idea was really absurd, and sighed in frustration.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a Best Actress award later, no, I'll also give you a Best Actress award, Blue Dragon Award, Baeksang Arts Awards, Grand Bell Awards, take your pick." Bae Young-joon waved his hand.

"Tch~ What a jerk." Lee Ji-eun snorted, then chuckled at Bae Young-joon's expression. "Fine, I'll just work hard myself. I don't need you to send me."

“Well, it’s not impossible.” Bae Young-joon looked at her alluring suburbs, rubbed his chin, as if seriously offering her advice. “If we shoot like this now, we should be able to get it.”

"Hmm?" Lee Ji-eun turned her head, rolled over and climbed on top of him, straightened up and pretended to think seriously for a moment, "That makes sense."

"To dedicate oneself to art, that's great."

"Let me think about it. Who will I be acting with?"

She lowered her head and slapped her braided hair twice on Bae Young-joon's cheek in a defiant manner. "Hey, President Bae, you know so much, help me pick a male actor with a good physique so I can have some fun."

"Ah~!"

Bae Yong-joon flipped over, pinning her beneath him amidst her screams, and stared at her bright, sparkling eyes with a stern face. "Fine, you naughty woman, you've angered me."

"You want to do it again, right?"

"Yeah, come on then, let's see who gives up first, who's afraid of who..."

"Oh, you really came?!" Lee Ji-eun's soft thighs suddenly felt his body change color, and she immediately panicked, hugging her chest and shrinking into a ball, leaning against the sofa, her little feet kicking hard against Bae Young-joon's chest.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! When will this end?"

"Are you still human?"

"You've got so much energy, why don't you use it on Shirley? She's head over heels for you."

As she spoke, Lee Ji-eun's tone turned sour again.

"Oh, are you jealous again?" Pei Yongjun released her slender waist, sat on the sofa, and gently stroked her snow-white thighs.

"How could I be jealous? She's just a random girl that President Pei casually dismissed at the restaurant. How could I possibly be jealous?" Lee Ji-eun's sharp tongue was truly remarkable.

"Weren't you and Sulli in the car too?" Bae Young-joon found it a bit funny.

"So you're still on the sofa with me now?" Lee Ji-eun didn't back down an inch and immediately regained some ground, "My dear Sulli is on my big bed."

"I even bought the mattress, what a miserable life~"

Lee Ji-eun whimpered, her wrinkled little face showing a look of distress.

"What big bed?" Bae Young-joon patted her little bottom, making her yelp. "I didn't do anything on it."

"Huh?" Lee Ji-eun suddenly perked up, sat up abruptly, and stared into Bae Young-joon's eyes. "Didn't Sulli say she was going to take a shower?"

“Yes, I put her to sleep after she was washed. She was tired and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow,” Bae Young-joon said.

"Then, what are you doing down here?" Lee Ji-eun realized she had overthought things, her expression softened, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips, but she still said rudely, "Why don't you hurry up and go to sleep with your good sister?"

"If you don't come down now, I'm afraid you'll tear the whole house down there." Bae Young-joon blinked.
“This is my home, I won’t tear it down,” Lee Ji-eun said weakly.

Bae Young-joon looked at the wrinkled suit jacket on the living room floor and recalled how Lee Ji-eun had been jumping around on the floor, gritting her teeth and stomping on his jacket when he came downstairs earlier. She looked like a little girl who had her toy taken away and couldn't help but chuckle.

"They won't take it apart; at most, they'll burn my clothes."

Lee Ji-eun followed his gaze and, remembering her embarrassing, pathetic behavior just now, couldn't help but blush. But she said fiercely, "If it's burned, it's burned. Go sleep naked on the street."

Bae Yong-joon looked at her fierce little face, their eyes met, and then he didn't say anything, just smiled and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Lee Ji-eun was very obedient, burying her head in his chest and remaining silent, her sharp tongue and cleverness from before completely gone.

She simply leaned against his chest, her eyes fixed on the little note Choi Sulli had written for her on the table, her hands fiddling with her braided hair, her big eyes flashing with inexplicable emotions.

After a long while, she murmured to herself, her voice low and deep, her fair fingertips lightly tapping Pei Yongjun's chest, as if searching for something to lean on, "Tell me, am I too bad?"

"What's wrong?" Bae Young-joon asked.

"Sherry really likes you. Am I being too mean?" Lee Ji-eun looked up at him, her eyes unusually timid.

"Yeah, it's pretty bad." Bae Young-joon nodded.

"Ah! Who are you calling bad!" Lee Ji-eun instantly bristled.

"Didn't you ask?" Bae Young-joon smiled, reached out and took her small hand, then kissed it. "So what if you're bad?"

"Tch~" Lee Ji-eun snorted, but still let him kiss her little hand. She blinked her big eyes at Bae Young-joon for a long time before continuing, "It's all your fault."

"He was just a junior reporter, but now he's the president of the company and has even gotten involved with the Blue House. Who knows how powerful he'll become in the future."

She pouted and said confidently, "Who told me I'm just a vulgar woman who was bewitched by your power?"

"Don't blame me, it's human nature."

"I am a woman too, and women are human beings too, so I am not bad."

After careful logical reasoning, Lee Ji-eun arrived at a satisfactory answer and nodded, feeling quite pleased with herself.

Bae Young-joon watched Lee Ji-eun, who had become confident again as she spoke, and felt that she really had some twisted logic and was actually suitable for brainwashing.

“Ji-eun, are you really not considering joining Woo Kyung-ho?” Bae Young-joon blinked. “It feels like his father is really lacking someone like you.”

Such brainwashing ability truly met its match. "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm talking nonsense?" Lee Ji-eun slapped his arm in dissatisfaction, then straightened up, looking down at him with her hands on her hips. "That's exactly right. If you were still a junior reporter, I wouldn't even give you a second glance."

"Let Sherry treat you like a treasure, I'll never like you."

She snorted, revealing a snobbish expression, her eyes sweeping over him, seemingly looking down on Pei Yongjun.

"Really?" Bae Young-joon smiled, looking into her bright, sparkling eyes. "You really won't like me?"

Lee Ji-eun looked at him, her long eyelashes fluttering, her pearly white teeth unconsciously biting her lower lip, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

A word of dislike is stuck in my throat, but I just can't say it.

She could only snort, burying her little head in his chest in a huff, and resorting to her old trick, "Guess?"

“I guessed it,” Bae Young-joon said softly.

"Guess what you've guessed, you know nothing." Lee Ji-eun's little head burrowed into his chest, humming softly.

"I've guessed what it is, but I won't tell you," Bae Young-joon said with a smile.

Lee Ji-eun didn't say anything more, as if she already knew that Bae Young-joon had guessed something.

The two were like people who knew the answer to each other's riddles, but neither of them said it. Bae Young-joon raised his hand and gently stroked Lee Ji-eun's back.

Lee Ji-eun also raised her hand, wrapped her arms around him, and hugged him.

Neither of them spoke, and a warm atmosphere emanated between the two of them on the living room sofa.

After an unknown amount of time, Lee Ji-eun hugged Bae Young-joon tighter and tighter, seemingly craving the warmth of his body, or perhaps afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Bae Young-joon gently patted her back, as if he were hugging a kitten that had run away from home, and began to hum a little tune.

"Hey, stop singing nursery rhymes, I'm not a child anymore." Lee Ji-eun listened to his slightly off-key tune and at first felt warm, but after a while she realized that it was a nursery rhyme.

She rolled her eyes at Bae Young-joon and pushed his chest. "Let go, I want to get up."

"What's wrong?" Pei Yongjun asked, releasing his arms from her waist.

"I'm going to take a shower, I feel awful." Lee Ji-eun seemed to have regained her composure, and stood up with a normal expression, frowning slightly.

"Upstairs?" Bae Young-joon asked.

"Mm." Lee Ji-eun nodded.

"Together?" Bae Young-joon asked.

"No." Lee Ji-eun kicked his leg, which was trying to follow her, with her bare feet. She thumped up the stairs, her skirt fluttering in the wind, and disappeared on the second floor.

Bae Yong-joon watched her figure disappear from sight, shook his head, and chuckled softly.

This woman is a bit bad, but she's also quite cute.

Is it true that men don't love women who aren't a little bad?
He raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the sofa, pondering his plans for tomorrow.

Tomorrow, he will meet with people from CJ Group to discuss broadcasting rights.

A phone call from President Moon Jae-in brought about a sudden decision by the Kakao Group's board of directors, which dramatically increased the importance of his Han River Sports.

Whether it's CJ Group or Woo Kyung-ho, the feeling of having their love stolen must be unpleasant.

However, with Kim Bum-soo backing them up, these two, whether they truly believed they had received a windfall or secretly doubted it, had to pretend to believe it, which gave them enough space to operate behind Kim Bum-soo's back.

No matter how unhappy they are, CJ Entertainment, which is just one step away from winning the Produce 48 award, is unlikely to give up on this huge opportunity.

However, in that case, it's no wonder I hitched a ride with them.

Leveraging the promotional opportunities presented by Produce 48 and the massive traffic of the CJ Group, this presents Hanjiang Sports with an excellent opportunity to expand its influence.

With three million subscribers, the advantage lies with me.

Remembering the goal that President Moon had set for him, Bae Young-joon chuckled softly, feeling that he had already found a solution.

"How well do I use this phone?"

He muttered to himself, and then a faint sound of footsteps came from the stairs.

Bae Young-joon turned his head and blinked.

Lee Ji-eun came down.

She stood in the middle of the stairs, wearing a large waterproof windbreaker that swayed on her petite frame. She wore white gloves on her delicate white hands, but her two long, white legs were bare and gleamed under the night lights.

What is this? What's the purpose of this outfit?
The stark contrast between her fully covered upper body and snow-white lower body makes one wonder what she's wearing underneath.

The thought ignited like wildfire, and Bae Yong-joon couldn't help but glance at her snow-white thighs.

With a flicker of her eye, Lee Ji-eun leaned against the railing and gently tapped it with her small, white-gloved hand.

"What's wrong?" Bae Young-joon looked at her.

"Are you Mr. Bae?" Lee Ji-eun, with her two alluring legs bare, looked at Bae Young-joon with a serious expression and asked, "I'm a designated driver, at your service tonight."

Is it also a designated driver service?

Bae Young-joon felt that Lee Ji-eun was more dedicated than Choi Sulli; at least she wasn't wearing a windbreaker, which made the sense of immersion different.

"I didn't call a designated driver?" He shook his head.

"It was your friend, Ms. Choi Sulli, who called." Lee Ji-eun walked down the stairs, her two white legs moving step by step as if stepping on someone's heart.

"Why call a designated driver? My car is still at the restaurant entrance, and there are no other cars here." Bae Yong-joon looked at her and couldn't help but jump.

“Call me here…” Lee Ji-eun walked up to him, pushed him onto the sofa, and looked down at him.

"Kai Kai..." she drawled, revealing a charming smile that was both innocent and alluring, her red lips uttering softly, "Kai, Kai, you."

"Drive me?" Bae Young-joon blinked.

"Hmm~" Lee Ji-eun nodded, raised her snow-white thigh, and her bare little feet, soft and boneless, went up his calf and stepped on his thigh.

Bae Young-joon swallowed hard.

It seems that Lee Ji-eun was really only wearing a windbreaker.

Who knew that windbreakers could look so good?
Beside her fair, slender thighs, her charming little eyes were revealed.

(End of this chapter)