The peninsula spans mountains and seas just for you.

Li Qingshan ultimately declined Quan Zaimin's invitation. He currently only wants to do what he wants to do. Perhaps he will play in a competition on a whim in the future, but definitely not at this time.

Quan Zaimin felt a pang of regret, telling Li Qingshan that he could come to him at any time if he changed his mind, and that the promised conditions would remain unchanged.

Lee Chung-san and Kim Jong-kook ate an extremely unappetizing meal.

Kim Jong-kook insisted on having dinner together, and Lee Chung-san agreed, since he was going to visit Hanseong later.

Li Qingshan pointed to the vegetable salad in front of him and a piece of chicken breast that he didn't know how it was cooked. "You're just taking me to eat this?" The chicken was also sprinkled with a few coarse grains of salt.

"This is so healthy! I'm doing this for your own good." Kim Jong-kook looked completely innocent, not realizing there was anything wrong with it.

"What happiness can you have even if you live to be a hundred with someone like you?" Lee Cheong-san looked at Kim Jong-kook speechlessly.

Kim Jong-kook's manager, Gap-jin, was desperately trying to suppress his laughter.

"Isn't it good to live a good life?" Kim Jong-kook retorted, feeling that it was much healthier.

"You'd better find a wife quickly, stop harming people. What's the difference between this and becoming a monk?" Li Qingshan said with a look of disgust, leaning closer to Jiazhen, as if Kim Jong-kook had some terrible disease.

Jia Zhen couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. He simply couldn't contain himself; Li Qingshan was just too funny.

"Hey, what does this have to do with getting married?" Kim Jong-kook blushed at this.

"One minute you're telling me not to smoke, the next you're forbidding me from eating this and that. I might as well be dead." Li Qingshan counted on his fingers, looking at Jia Zhen: "Can you stand it?"

Jia Zhen shook his head like an electric toothbrush. Li Qingshan pointed at Jia Zhen and said to Kim Jong-kook, "You want to be a saint, but don't ruin him."

"I'm doing this for your own good, but you're really ungrateful and don't appreciate my good intentions." Kim Jong-kook didn't want to deal with these two anymore; they had only just met and they had already formed an alliance.

"If you ask me, Yoon Eun-hye is pretty good, how come you... Hey hey hey, put the knife down." Lee Cheong-san scolded for a while, and when he saw Kim Jong-kook grab the knife, he and Gap-jin shrank back, pulling each other to shield themselves.

"Shut up! What are you talking about? Where did you learn all this from?" Kim Jong-kook put down his fork, so angry that he couldn't even eat his meal.

"There are tons of them on YouTube. Otherwise, do you have some kind of hidden illness?" Lee Cheong-san asked cautiously, watching as Kim Jong-kook rolled up his sleeves and stood up.

Li Qingshan picked up his backpack, stood up, and left without a second thought. "I'll only contact you again for meals!"

Jia Zhen suppressed a laugh as he watched Li Qingshan walk away, only to be slapped on the back of the head by Kim Jong-kook. He then realized what was happening and quickly straightened his posture.

"I can't beat him, but I can at least deal with you?" Kim Jong-kook glared angrily at Gapjin.

"Brother, this guy is really interesting." Jia Zhen scratched the back of his head; he actually quite liked Li Qingshan.

"Hmm, nice personality, and quite interesting too." Kim Jong-kook nodded, picked up his chopsticks, looked at the food in front of him, but couldn't bring himself to eat. "Gap-jin, why don't you eat?"

Jia Zhen also got up and left without hesitation; whoever lingered would be the one who…

Kim Jong-kook sighed as he looked at the food in front of him. In the end, he found a plastic bag to pack it up. The takeout box cost money, and he couldn't bear to spend that money.

Li Qingshan took a taxi back to Lin Yun'er's place, and after taking a shower, he waited for Han Cheng to pick him up.

He drew back the curtains and went to the balcony, which had been converted into a sunroom. He poured himself a glass of whiskey.

After sitting down, I placed my phone against the vase and turned on the video recording function.

He gazed at the setting sun outside, trying to find some kind of feeling, and unconsciously lit a cigarette and took a sip of wine.

When the mood struck him, he picked up the harmonica next to his wine glass and began to play "Monologue," a piece he played most often.

He would only play this piece when he was feeling nostalgic, as he missed his family and also harbored resentment.

He was only 8 years old at the time, but he could remember things, and he would never forget that experience.

This matter became a knot in his heart, and no one has been able to untie it to this day.

The song ended.

It took Li Qingshan a while to come to his senses.

Pick up your phone, turn off the recording, find your laptop to import the video, then edit it and add subtitles. Next, register a YouTube account and upload the video.

He always wanted to try things out first, so he took some random photos, just to start documenting his life from this moment on.

After sitting for a while, the phone rang. It was Han Cheng calling; he was already downstairs.

Li Qingshan got up and changed into a tracksuit: a loose gray hoodie, black sweatpants, and high-top sneakers.

He rarely dresses like this after arriving on the peninsula, but this is actually his preferred style, as he feels very comfortable dressed like this.

I put on my watch and went out.

As soon as Li Qingshan got into the car, the two of them were dumbfounded. They were shocked to find that they were wearing the same clothes.

"Where to?" Li Qingshan asked while fastening his seatbelt.

"I found a music restaurant near Hongdae. I can eat, drink, and listen to music." Han Cheng took out his phone and started searching for the location.

"Let's go, what are we waiting for? Is Yuri coming?"

"She can't come; she's recording a show until very late today." Han Cheng put down his phone, shifted gears, and prepared to leave.

"What a damn coincidence, Yoona can't come either." Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow and chuckled, looking around for a lighter while smoking a cigarette.

The two men each said a sentence, and Han Cheng stopped abruptly just as he started moving. They both froze, turned around, and stared at each other.

"Are we still going? How about we go somewhere interesting?" Han Cheng asked first, swallowing hard.

"How interesting? Ugh, let's go eat at the place you mentioned first, then we'll figure things out." Li Qingshan's stomach was growling with hunger, and he was getting a little irritable. Filling his stomach was the key.

As Han Cheng drove, he muttered to himself, "Massage? Karaoke? Or the kind where you can touch someone?"

"What are you muttering about? I'm so hungry I'm dizzy." Li Qingshan lowered his seat so he could lie down more comfortably.

After driving for a while, Li Qingshan suddenly felt his vision getting blurry. He turned his head to look around and wondered, "Is there such a thick fog outside?"

Han Cheng even wiped the windshield with his hand, only to realize later that a thick fog had formed inside the car.

Li Qingshan was speechless when he realized what it was. "I said, can you at least open the window if you're smoking while driving? It's so dark inside the car you can barely see outside."

The two looked at each other and realized that neither of them had opened a window, which explained the thick smoke.

The people in the car behind rolled down both windows at the same time, and they thought the driver's side of the car in front was on fire.

They were waiting at a red light, and smoke was billowing from both car windows. Li Qingshan stuck his head out and breathed heavily like a dog.

At this moment, a van was parked on the passenger side, with the window rolled down halfway, and several girls were peeking out to look at Li Qingshan and Han Cheng.

Li Qingshan was holding a cigarette in one hand, leaning against the car window and fanning himself when he exchanged glances with the girls inside.

Li Qingshan quickly threw away his cigarette, shrank back, and hurriedly closed the window; it was too embarrassing.

Li Qingshan glanced over furtively and noticed that the girls in the van were huddled together, laughing even more merrily, and even taking out their phones to take pictures of him.

He rolled down the car window halfway, made a vicious dog face at the girls in the van, and barked fiercely, "Awooo!"

The two girls peering out the window jumped in fright, and Li Qingshan chuckled and closed the window.

The car started moving. The nanny van started slowly, but it was traveling in the same direction. Ye Qingshan didn't notice that the two cars were on the same road.

"You idiot, why didn't you open the window?" Li Qingshan muttered, recalling the embarrassing scene just now.

"I'm fucking cold, why aren't you driving?" Han Cheng cursed as well, but he had to concentrate on driving, so who could he complain to?

"Damn, I thought you opened it." Li Qingshan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Han Cheng found a parking lot near Hongdae and parked his car. When he parked, Li Qingshan felt that the nanny van that was backing up next to him looked familiar.

Both of them got out of the car at the same time, and Li Qingshan bumped into a girl.

The other party quickly apologized, but Li Qingshan glanced at her and didn't pay much attention. He barely moved, and the girl tripped and fell directly into his arms.

Han Cheng glanced at it from the other side a few times but didn't pay it any mind.

Li Qingshan helped the girl to her feet. There were too many of them, and they were too close together. He waited for a few people to move aside before he was ready to leave.

The girl who bumped into him looked at Li Qingshan and let out a "woof" at him.

Li Qingshan smiled at her and turned to leave.

Several girls got off the bus one after another, a total of six. They were all wearing down coats, their faces half-covered, so their features were not visible. The girl who bumped into him was the tallest.

Han Cheng had been waiting for Li Qingshan, waiting for Li Qingshan to come to his side and walk together.

Six pairs of eyes watched him and Han Cheng pointing and laughing.

"Xia Rong, why did you jump into someone's arms? And you dare to be mean to them." A girl with smiling eyes, who looked a lot like a mischievous rabbit, teased the tall girl.

"He scared me! Someone pushed me from behind just now," Xia Rong hurriedly explained, blushing slightly.

"I saw it was Nanzhu who pushed it." A childish voice pointed the finger at a girl with a bun hairstyle.

"Oh, I didn't mean it, please forgive me, maknae." Namjoo hugged Hayoung and coaxed her gently.

Li Qingshan and Han Cheng arrived at the music restaurant. They were early and ordered a seafood hot pot. On their way there, they also bought two bottles of whiskey at the mall.

"Do we really have to drink such expensive wine?" Han Cheng looked pained and subconsciously touched his wallet.

"Look at your poor, penniless appearance, can you even drink liquor? It's like plain water, it has no taste at all."

Li Qingshan couldn't hold back any longer and had been accommodating everyone by drinking liquor for a while.

Han Cheng handed the wine to Li Qingshan and asked him to open it. There were only eight small dishes of kimchi on the table. Li Qingshan asked for an ice bucket.

"What should I do if Yuri tries to persuade me to quit smoking?" Han Cheng picked up a glass of wine he had just poured, wanting Li Qingshan to give him some advice.

"Don't drag me into this." Li Qingshan glanced at Han Cheng, and he immediately understood what Han Cheng was thinking.

"I knelt on the floor at home last night, begging myself to quit smoking." Han Cheng looked worried and unconsciously lit a cigarette.

Han Cheng, cigarette dangling from his hand, covered his face in obvious pain. "Turns out you can smoke while kneeling!"

I'd say I simply don't have that kind of self-control.

"How did you manage to survive in the prosecutor's office with your personality? What would you do if you didn't have a good father?" Li Qingshan looked at him with disdain, truly looking down on this good-for-nothing.

"Reincarnation is a skill, you know?" Han Cheng retorted forcefully upon hearing this.

Li Qingshan didn't notice that the girls were sitting right behind him. They had all heard their conversation and were shaking as they tried to suppress their laughter.

"Logically speaking, with your family background, you should be doing what a second-generation official should do. How did you end up in such a sorry state?" Li Qingshan smacked his lips with amusement, sounding somewhat disappointed.

Han Cheng's family stopped giving him pocket money after he started working, even though his salary was high and his benefits were good. It all depends on who he's compared to.

"Hmph, do you think I don't want to? All my wicked thoughts are suppressed by the word 'poverty'." Han Cheng tapped the table with his hand, looking indignant. He hated himself for being useless.

Among his peers, he was the poorest. They were either idle second-generation officials or second-generation tycoons, but he was also the one who was doing the best so far.

The girls behind couldn't hold back any longer and laughed so hard they were practically going crazy.

Li Qingshan turned around and looked at Han Cheng, who was leaning to the side and craning his neck to look at them.

Even though the girls hadn't heard anything, they still peeked at the two of them.

Li Qingshan raised his glass to them and then turned back.

"I was summoned by my father today." Han Cheng looked up at the roof.