Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 184 The Incident of Kang Jae-hoon's Knee Collapse
Time flows.

The filming set of "The Producers" was filled with an atmosphere that mixed fatigue, busyness, and a touch of melancholy.

at that time.

Episodes 09 and 10 aired as scheduled in the past two days.

The ratings seem to be pulled by an invisible gravitational force—

9 episodes: 13.5% (AGB Nationwide)

10 episodes: 14.6% (AGB Nationwide)

While it failed to replicate the phenomenal 19.8% success of episode eight, it also didn't fall back to its initial high standards. This return to rationality perfectly reflects the show's inherent slow-burn, slice-of-life tone.

Of course.

Although viewership has declined.

The focus, however, has quietly shifted in another dimension—

Lee Ji-eun's brief two-minute cameo appearance unexpectedly sparked a heated discussion after the episode aired.

#IU Guest Producer#
#BaeSuzyIUSisterhood#
The related terms, like two pebbles thrown into a calm lake, briefly created ripples and surged to the top of the trending search list.

Marketing accounts sprang into action upon hearing the news.

Past interactions that have been buried in the past—

Early photos of the cast of "Dream High" from their debut days, and a clip of Lee Ji-eun playfully patting Bae Suzy's buttocks in a variety show to show affection... were carefully dug out and analyzed with great relish.

It was a touching scene of genuine sisterly affection.

As for how much of this "deep affection" is actually fake?

perhaps.

Only the two people involved truly know the joys and sorrows they've experienced.

June 18th.

"Crack!"

The director called out "It's time!"

With the filming of this swing kiss scene between Kang Jae-hoon and Gong Hyo-jin, the countdown to the finale of "The Producers" has officially begun.

This is the end.

Kang Jae-hoon achieved some strange "achievement"—

Cha Tae-hyun, Gong Hyo-jin, and Bae Suzy all had their first kisses in this drama "stolen" by him.

Even though he didn't want Cha Tae-hyun's kiss.

That afternoon.

The final scene—

The final group scene.

Cindy returns with a fresh start, Na Ye-jin and Na Joon-mo finally get married, and Baek Seung-chan has moved on and grown into a competent variety show PD. Everyone, accompanied by cheerful background music, displays bright smiles and a hopeful sense of the future.

"Crack!"

The director's voice rang out after a brief pause:

"OK! This take is perfect! Cut!"

Followed by.

The director's clear and powerful announcement came through the loudspeaker:
"I hereby declare—"

"The Producers TV series!"

"Filming officially wrapped!"

"Wow——!"

The confetti cannons, which had been prepared in advance, were simultaneously activated by excited staff from all directions!
Dozens of colorful sequins and confetti, like a dazzling waterfall, cascaded down from mid-air, densely showering the heads and shoulders of all the performers.

Colorful debris swirls and dances under the light.

Like a dreamlike shower of stars.

It took nearly three months.

From the chill of early spring to the first signs of summer heat.

After initial criticism, director changes, and media storms, the crew of "The Producers" has come to its final end amidst the actors' tired but satisfied smiles and the staff's excited screams.

Sweat, arguments, and tireless struggles have all transformed into an indescribable sense of ease and accomplishment at this moment.

Colorful debris flew everywhere.

The actors beamed with genuine smiles, patting each other on the shoulder in celebration.

"Congratulations on wrapping up filming!!"

"Thanks for your hard work!!!"

"Thank you everyone for your hard work!!!"

The cheers subsided, turning into waves of congratulations and greetings.

"Come on! Wrap-up photos! Wrap-up photos!"

The head of the propaganda team shouted and waved his arms, directing the crowd to gather.

The lead actors were naturally surrounded and brought to the center.

Kang Jae-hoon and Bae Suzy's eyes met briefly across the throng of people. Bae Suzy blinked quickly, and Kang Jae-hoon nodded almost imperceptibly.

The two of them tacitly avoided moving closer to each other.

But under command.

finally.

Kang Jae-hoon stood to the left of writer Park Ji-eun, while Bae Suzy occupied the position to the right of the writer.

One left and one right.

It's like the soul that protects this work.

“Look at the camera!”

"one two Three!"

"Thank you for your hard work!!!"

The shutter sounds were continuous.

Countless tired yet radiant smiling faces were captured in time.

The group photo was taken.

The crowd did not disperse immediately.

The director also had a rare relaxed smile on his face:
"Everyone! No one is allowed to run away at the wrap party later!!"

"Especially you lead actors!!"

The director specifically pointed in the direction of Cha Tae-hyun, Gong Hyo-jin, Bae Suzy, and Kang Jae-hoon:

“We have to come!”

His response was another burst of cheers mixed with laughter.

"Okay, Director!"

"I'll definitely be there."

"You won't come home until you're drunk!"

"..."

Amidst the flying confetti, the noisy crowd gradually dispersed.

Holding a bouquet of white flowers to mark the end of filming, Kang Jae-hoon walked toward the waiting van amidst congratulations from the staff.

Before getting in the car.

His gaze briefly met Bae Suzy's, who was holding a bouquet of flowers not far away.

The two of them tacitly took out their phones at the same time, looked down and tapped a few times.

A few seconds later, Kang Jae-hoon's phone vibrated slightly, and Bae Suzy's brief Kakao message popped up on the screen:

[Suzy]: See you later~
Kang Jae-hoon swiped his finger across the screen:
[Jae-hoon]: Looking forward to it.

The car doors shut out the noise from outside.

Kim Dae-won, sitting in the driver's seat, didn't rush to drive. Instead, he reached behind the passenger seat and pulled out a brown paper document bag, placing it next to the bouquet on Kang Jae-hoon's lap.
"Here. We've reached an agreement these past few days, let's sign it."

The tone was flat.

But his smugness was hard to hide.

Kang Jae-hoon untied the knot on the document bag and pulled out several neatly bound documents.

My eyes swept over the cover title and key figures:
【COWAY】

Product line: Health appliances (water purification/air purification)
Nature: Annual Spokesperson

Endorsement fee: 2 million Korean won

Kaiss Beer

Nature: Quarterly Brand Ambassador

Endorsement fee: 1.5 million Korean won

Binggrae Banana Milk

Nature: Annual Spokesperson

Endorsement fee: 1 million Korean won

Tony's Charm

Series: Men's Face Masks / Men's Sunscreen
Nature: Annual Spokesperson

Endorsement fee: 1.5 million Korean won

Note: Includes sales commission clause (for every 100,000 units sold, the artist will receive an additional 2% of the product line's net profit).

read it.

Kang Jae-hoon thoughtfully gripped the contract, then looked up and asked:

"that's it?"

He recalled that Jin Dayuan's Bluetooth headset was almost always in his ear at the time, as he was constantly receiving phone calls.

So, they ended up carefully selecting four companies?

"Be content, you brat! This is the first batch that has been carefully selected, with the highest cost performance, the most accurate positioning, and the ability to mutually benefit each other! Don't you know what it means to take things slowly and steadily? Taking too much at once will cause indigestion, ruin your reputation, and lower your standards."

Jin Dayuan gestured with his chin towards the Binggrae banana milk contract:

"Binggray is, after all, an old domestic brand. Signing them is all about getting your face, Jiang Zaihun's, into the convenience stores at the entrance of the community, the small supermarkets near the school, and those small counters on the streets and alleys!"

"When your face is printed on a banana milk carton and appears in freezers all over South Korea, that's true national recognition!"

then.

Jin Dayuan's fingertips slammed heavily on the Coway contract:

"The purpose of signing with Coway is simple—to be a 'weight' for your worth! Using their brand, we'll label you with 'health,' 'quality of life,' and 'tech-savvy' personas! When you renew your contract next year, or when you're negotiating with other brands of similar or higher caliber, this label will be your backbone! You'll have plenty of confidence when asking for a price!"

Kang Jae-hoon nodded silently.

My gaze fell on the contract for Tony's Glamour Men's Face Mask and Sunscreen.

He didn't have time to speak.

Jin Dayuan seemed to read his mind and preemptively retorted:
"This year is the peak season for male celebrities endorsing beauty and skincare products, a trend that has spread from Japan to South Korea. Although Tony Glamour is an affordable line, it has a wide reach, which is perfect for helping you open the door to the men's beauty market."

Jin Dayuan straightened his hair in front of the rearview mirror and said with some regret:

"The main problem is that you don't have any sales performance in this area, so brands are cautious. They're conservative with their asking prices and stingy with their revenue sharing terms. Otherwise, we'd rather forgo their current meager 1.5 million yuan fixed endorsement fee and fight tooth and nail for a few percentage points of sales revenue! That's real money, a guaranteed income no matter what!"

Kang Jae-hoon was well aware of the advanced level and widespread adoption of South Korea's beauty and cosmetic surgery industries.

The ubiquitous advertisements on the streets and the countless beauty stores in subway stations are proof of this. Kim Dae-won is right; if you can get a share of sales, it is indeed more lucrative than a fixed endorsement fee in the long run.

Unfortunately, he has not yet achieved his full potential.

"Okay, bro, you're in charge."

Jiang Zai Xun didn't ask any more questions. He picked up a pen and smoothly signed his name in the signature section for the second party on several contracts.

The soft scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper came to an end.

After signing the last Tony Glamour contract.

He carefully gathered the documents and stuffed them back into the bulging leather bag.

The cord was wrapped around the wire twice to seal it.

Raise your hand.

She curled her soft, bowl-cut hair that hung down her forehead, her brows furrowed in disapproval.
"Brother, do you think I should... shave my head?"

Kim Dae-won was turning the steering wheel out of the parking lot when he heard this. His hand trembled, and the tires barely grazed the speed bump. He jerked his head to the side, his eyes almost popping into Kang Jae-hoon's face:

"Shave your head?"

"Weren't you supposed to report to the set of 'Descendants of the Sun'?"

Kang Jae-hoon was still fiddling with that unruly lock of hair, his gaze fixed on the street scene rushing past the car window.

"Shouldn't a soldier's image be complete with a clean-shaven head?"

He probably pictured some tough guy in his mind and felt that his current hairstyle was completely out of place.

"Enough my foot!"

Jin Dayuan almost choked on his breath:
"Shave now? Are you waiting to be sued by those four brands until you have to pawn your underwear and pay compensation?! The contract appendix clearly states—during the filming period and subsequent commercial activities, the artist's image cannot be unilaterally changed unless there is a major force majeure event! Are these clauses just toilet paper?!"

Spit almost sprayed onto the rearview mirror.

"Oh."

Kang Jae-hoon responded sullenly.

"Oh what! I'll shave my head on the day I report to the 'Sun' crew after all the work in front of the camera is finished and the pre-premiere promotion for 'Veteran' is done!"

"Ah."

The phone screen just lit up.

A new Kakao message popped up, the sender's profile picture being a smiling rabbit with its head tilted.

[Suzy]: Wear a white T-shirt.

He tapped the screen with his fingertip and quickly typed out a reply:
[Jae-hoon]: Okay.

The white light illuminated the corners of his slightly upturned mouth.

crossroads.

The red light stretched on like solidified amber.

Jin Dayuan stared at the scarlet numbers of the countdown, seemingly remembering something important, and suddenly turned his face:
"correct."

"The wrap party tonight won't just be for our crew. Representatives from TV stations, advertisers, overseas partners—all sorts of shady characters will be contributing. With so many people, it'll be a bit chaotic. Kang Jae-hoon—"

Jin Dayuan's Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he enunciated each word with sharp, distinct edges:
"You two, tone it down. Don't be so eager to get yourself killed."

"Ah."

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The wrap party was held at a nice Korean-style courtyard restaurant in Cheongdam-dong.

The entire venue was booked.

Paper lanterns hung in the wooden corridor, casting a warm yellow glow on the bluestone path. A stream murmured in the courtyard, occasionally punctuated by the clear sound of bamboo tubes tapping against stones.

When Kang Jae-hoon pushed open the door, Bae Suzy was surrounded by people taking photos under a banner that read "Congratulations on the wrap-up of Producer." A round-neck T-shirt covered the hem of her charcoal gray hot pants. Her two slender, white legs, like polished jade, appeared and disappeared among the throng of people.

Their eyes met through the crowd.

Just for a moment.

An unspoken understanding rippled from the corners of their lips, only to vanish quickly in their turned profiles.

They were quickly drowned out by the murmur of greetings.

The commotion subsided as everyone took their seats.

Kang Jae-hoon sat down at the other end of the long table.

Just across the steaming plate of spicy braised monkfish, I saw Bae Suzy across from me, resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head.

The director raised his glass and stood up, the bottom of the glass hitting the solid wood table with a loud thud.
"During this period of time—"

The tablecloth suddenly brushed against Kang Jae-hoon's ankle.

The fluffy tassels twitched slightly.

I felt a warm, soft, and smooth sensation on the skin of my left calf.

Even through the fabric of the pants, you can trace the curve of the toe joints.

Kang Jae-hoon paused, his fingers gripping the wine glass.

His gaze was fixed on Bae Suzy's face.

She smiled, her little finger slowly twirling a stray lock of hair.

It was in time with the director's loud and clear speech.

The inside of her ankle rubbed against his calf muscle once, then once more.

Kang Jae-hoon's Adam's apple bobbed silently.

He listened to the director's impassioned speech with an impassive expression, nodding slightly in agreement when appropriate. But in the shadows cast by the tablecloth, his free hand silently slid down.

Precisely capture a slender ankle.

With her palm pressed against the protruding ankle bone, Bae Suzy's little finger, which was turning her hair, suddenly tightened in mid-air.

Kang Jae-hoon could even see the rapidly pulsating veins beneath the skin of her neck. Her ankle throbbed in his palm like a fish out of water. Yet he moved his thumb, lightly scraping the taut, soft flesh of her sole—

"Well!"

Caught off guard, Bae Soo-ji let out a very faint groan, her hand supporting her chin almost slipping down. She tried to pull her foot back, but her ankle was firmly gripped by that large hand, and she couldn't move an inch.

She immediately wrinkled her small nose at him across the table and silently mouthed: You're dead.

Kang Jae-hoon raised an eyebrow, his fingers resting on his knee twitching again—

Snapped!
Bae Soo-ji quickly glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention to the undercurrents under the table, she put her hands together under her chin, widened her eyes, and shook her head frantically at him.

See this.

Kang Jae-hoon's lips finally couldn't help but curve upwards into a triumphant smile.

Only then did he slowly, with a hint of lingering reluctance, release his grip.

However, they hadn't been behaving themselves for even half a minute.

But then, the left ankle rubbed against her again from under the tablecloth.

Kang Jae-hoon gripped the glass tightly, his eyes lowered in a warning.

Bae Suzy winked at him, then slid her toes straight up—

Squeezing inside his knees, which were pressed together.

Kang Jae-hoon's molars are sensitive.

When the hand reached under the table again, the little vixen was already on guard, slipping away like an eel.

His hand suddenly grasped at empty air, only managing to hold onto half a slipped, wrinkled piece of linen tablecloth.

Kang Jae-hoon's knuckles snapped, turning a bluish-white angle, as he looked up and locked his gaze on the person opposite him. Bae Soo-ji had already turned around and clinked glasses with Gong Hyo-jin, her slender neck arching gracefully, the rim of her soju glass obscuring the sly dimples that curved her lips.

……

The director's toast was drowned out by enthusiastic applause and cheers.

The aroma of sake and rice wine mingled with the smoky scent of cooking permeated the courtyard.

The crisp clinking of cups and saucers rose and fell, like dense raindrops tapping a rhythm.

Gong Hyo-jin's cheeks were flushed with a blush like the sunset, and her eyes were softer than usual. She was talking quietly with screenwriter Park Ji-eun, and her clear laughter occasionally escaped her lips.

The wine glass in front of Kang Jae-hoon had become a relay baton being passed around on the table.

I just sipped the last drop of water from the glass.

Immediately, colleagues or staff members, slightly intoxicated, enthusiastically offered to continue the drinking.

"Jaehoon! You've worked hard! Come on!"

On behalf of the entire production team, let's raise a glass to our PD Baek!

Although rice wine has a mild alcohol content, it cannot withstand wave after wave of strong purging.

The effects of the alcohol, like a rising tide, quietly crept into my eyes.

The small battlefield beneath the tablecloth had also fallen silent at some point.

It seems that even Bae Suzy couldn't withstand the relentless barrage of toasts.

She leaned back in her chair.

He rested his chin on his elbow on the edge of the table.

The pink blush spread across her cheeks.

Eyes rolling.

It was as hazy and dreamlike as if a jar of honey had been spilled.

I don't know who first made the suggestion with a laugh:

"It's too quiet! Let's play some truth or roulette to liven things up!"

Amidst a chorus of agreement.

The dishes that were placed in the middle were removed.

An empty liquor bottle was placed on it, serving as a makeshift turntable.

It spun around and around for a while.

The bottle opening wobbled precariously.

Ultimately, it seemed to be a twist of fate that it targeted Bae Suzy.

"oh--!"

"Suzy! It's Suzy!"

Cheers and jeers erupted instantly.

Bae Suzy tilted her head, as if trying to discern whether the bottle pointing at her was real or an illusion.

"Oh no... I really got infected?"

She raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her earlobe, which was as red as agate.

"I choose to tell the truth."

The screenwriter's assistant sitting next to me, remembering the recent trending topics online, rolled her eyes and excitedly asked:
When was the last time I felt my heart flutter?

The noisy courtyard fell silent for a moment.

All the drunken, smiling gazes were fixed on Bae Suzy's impossibly beautiful face.

She blinked her thick eyelashes.

His gaze drifted leisurely across the long table, seemingly unintentionally yet deliberately.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He brushed his hand across the face of Kang Jae-hoon, whose expression was somewhat calm under the influence of alcohol.

A sly smile played on her lips, her voice carrying a soft, alluring quality, tinged with the scent of alcohol:
"Hmm...just now."

"Just... just now?"

"What? Suzy, explain yourself more clearly!"

"When asked!"

Bae Suzy stretched out her slender fingertip and poked her warm cheek, her eyes curving into crescents, a look that was both a complaint and a pout:
"Just thinking about saying something so embarrassing... my heart is pounding so fast!"

"oops!!!"

"So cunning!"

"Bae Suzy committed a foul!!"

The room erupted in a burst of disgruntled laughter and table-slamming.

The protests nearly blew the lanterns off the roof of the courtyard.

Amidst a chorus of "Expose her!", Bae Suzy chuckled, raised her newly filled small glass of soju, tilted her head back, and took a large gulp.

He swallowed the real answer smoothly and effortlessly.

The roulette wheel spins again.

It seemed to possess a kind of unspoken magnetic force.

The bottle opening trembled precariously.

Ultimately, they targeted Kang Jae-hoon.

"Wow--!"

"I'm coming!"

"It's your turn, Jaehoon!"

“Truth or dare?”

"Of course it's the truth!"

The production assistant who asked the question winked and made faces.
"Suzy just slid past you! You're not allowed to imitate her! You have to tell me—when was the last time you felt your heart flutter?"

The problem arose.

The laughter instantly rose eight octaves.

All eyes shone like searchlights on Kang Jae-hoon's face.

They were jeering, curious, and eager to see how the show would turn out.

Kang Jae-hoon's gaze swept across the other side.

Bae Suzy was resting her chin on her hand, her eyes slightly upturned and glistening with tears.

Jiang Zai Xun subtly withdrew his gaze, cleared his throat, and instantly adopted a serious, thoughtful expression:
"Hmm... the most recent one... made my heart race..."

He paused.

His gaze slowly swept across the commotion around the table and landed on Cha Tae-hyun, who was gnawing on braised pork ribs.

then.

He spoke in a tone full of emotion, so clear that it instantly silenced the entire room:
"It must have been... when I was filming a kissing scene with Tae-hyun."

Dead silence.

one second.

two seconds.

"Pfft, hahahahahaha!!!"

“Oh my god—!!!”

"Cha Tae-hyun!!! Did you hear me?!"

"My ears!"

Laughter erupted throughout the courtyard like a tsunami.

The sound almost blew the paper lanterns off the roof.

Cha Tae-hyun dropped the spare rib he was holding in his mouth into the sauce bowl with a "plop".

His face instantly turned a purplish-red, and he even snapped his chopsticks in half.

"Kang! Jae! Hoon!"

"Hey! You brat!!! Stop right there!"

Kang Jae-hoon was prepared.

The moment the words fell.

The person has already been launched from the chair.

It's as agile as a loach.

They weaved through the gaps between tables and chairs and the laughing, screaming crowd.

Cha Tae-hyun swung his fist.

He chased after them in a fit of rage.

It wasn't until they chased him around three or four times that he was finally stopped by the laughing crowd.

The scene was extremely comical.

The laughter and chatter made the lanterns under the eaves sway.

The banquet finally ran out of steam amidst even louder noise and laughter.

The cups and plates were cold.

There were few people around.

The wind swept through the courtyard at dawn.

Several paper lamps were blown out.

The farewell greetings to the director, writer, and senior figures were finished at the door.

The air was filled with the warm smell of alcohol and the cool night air.

The nanny van was late in arriving.

The blush on Bae Suzy's cheeks was thinned by the night, and the lanterns hanging in the courtyard porch stretched and shattered the swaying light and shadow beneath her feet.

Perhaps the alcohol is still seeping into your veins.

It's also possible that the secret caresses under the table just now burned out the oxygen.

"Hey."

She suddenly turned her head, her drunken eyes glancing at Kang Jae-hoon:

"Want to come home with me?"

Jiang Zaixun turned his head.

My gaze met her eyes, which were filled with the smell of alcohol and some other, more intense emotion.

My mind went blank for a moment.

It was all from the smooth, slippery feel of that slender ankle under the tablecloth, and the thrilling heat from her toes squeezing into the inside of her knee.

Press the tip of your tongue firmly against the roof of your mouth.

half an hour.

He managed to squeeze out a few dry, breathy sounds:

"……it is good."

The smug satisfaction of successfully luring someone into a trap hadn't even had a chance to spread to the corners of Bae Suzy's lips—

laugh.

The screeching sound of tires screeching past.

Jin Dayuan's nanny van screeched to a halt right in front of them.

The back door slid open.

Kang Jae-hoon's hand had just reached for Bae Suzy's elbow—

"Sooji-ssi, you can take the car and go by yourself."

The lingering warmth and mist in Bae Suzy's eyes instantly froze.

The eyebrows are raised sharply.

The anger of having the sweetness that had just begun to blossom violently crushed shot straight to the top of his head.

Her lips were clenched, and the dagger in her eyes seemed to slice a layer of skin off Jin Dayuan through the window—

"gold……"

"That gray Hyundai in front of the convenience store across the street is a paparazzi car."

He paused and added:

Let's go our separate ways.

The icy glint in Bae Suzy's eyes instantly melted into a slightly stunned, moist look.

She blinked, her surging anger lodged comically in her throat.

My ears started burning after a while.

It's not about forcing a couple apart.

It's to block paparazzi.

"understood."

She answered quickly, her expression instantly composed, as if her anger had never existed. Her voice steadied, leaving only a faint, barely concealed nasal tone.

"See you later?" Kang Jae-hoon asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

Bae Suzy nodded vigorously, a few strands of hair slipping from behind her ears and brushing against her rosy ear tips.

"I'll send you the address on Kakao."

She spun around deftly.

She gracefully slipped into the car where her agent was waiting not far away.

Kim Dae-won lowered the car window and tilted his head slightly towards Kang Jae-hoon:

"boarding."

Kang Jae-hoon opened the car door and got in.

"Boom."

The car door shut out the chilly night wind.

The low noise of the air conditioner filled the carriage.

Jin Dayuan skillfully shifted gears, and the car glided smoothly out of the car.

He tapped the navigation on the central control screen.

Kang Jae-hoon's phone screen lit up simultaneously.

A location address.

Typing...

A few seconds later.

"Om..."

The navigation route has been planned.

Jin Dayuan glanced at the destination on the screen but did not immediately click "Start Navigation".

A finger hovers above the screen.

"Jaehoon."

"Ok?"

Kang Jae-hoon leaned back in his chair, glancing sideways at the streaks of light rushing past the window.

"Shouldn't you consider..."

Jin Dayuan's finger finally fell, pressing the navigation confirmation button, and a clear synthesized female voice immediately came from the car's speakers:
"Start navigation, go straight at the next intersection..."

"...Moved out and lived on your own?"

Kang Jae-hoon slowly turned his head to look at Kim Dae-won in the driver's seat:

"why?"

"You and Bae Suzy won't only be together this once, will you? What about in the future?"

The navigation gently prompts you to keep to the right ahead.

"Even if Bae Suzy doesn't make any mistakes, can you guarantee... that Lee Sung-kyung won't reveal any flaws?"

Kim Dae-won signaled and changed lanes.

"What if reporters photograph two women fighting over a man? Or even a threesome? That scene... tsk tsk."

"So—"

"It's time to start our own business."

Having your own space is convenient for you.

He looked up at Kang Jae-hoon's eyes in the rearview mirror as he got into the car:

"It's safe for your 'friends' too."

(End of this chapter)