Peninsula: My e-sports dream shattered, I chose to become an actor.

Jae-ho was currently immersed in a twisted pleasure.

What popular girl group? What "national little sister"? If they dare to disrespect him, he only needs to say a few words online and that woman will be in a terrible mess and her reputation will be ruined.

When he posted that update on social media, he had just taken some drugs and was in a state of extreme excitement and confusion. Then, thinking about the embarrassment he had caused in front of Choi Jin-ri, he couldn't help but post it out of anger.

After regaining his senses, he was initially worried about the consequences, but SM Entertainment not only didn't criticize him, but even apologized on behalf of Choi Jin-ri during the communication, which made him feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

The only strange thing is that SM promised to have Choi Jin-ri apologize in person, but that never happened, as if it was never said. However, he had already had his fun, so he didn't pursue it any further.

Just thinking about the look on Choi Jin-ri's face when he was performing up there made him feel a surge of pleasure, and he even wanted to find a place to have some more.

However, Li Mingye, whose background was touted as somewhat impressive, did catch his attention. He even took the initiative to get involved, but he didn't think that an actor could do anything to him, a senior in the hip-hop circle.

In high spirits, Jaeho was drinking heartily in a corner of the after-party, chatting and laughing loudly with several rapper friends from the industry.

Suddenly, his henchman crept over furtively and whispered:

"Brother, want to go relax for a bit? I brought some good stuff."

Jaeho's eyes lit up instantly:

"Well done, kid. You know how to repay your big brother now? I brought some with me too."

His friend's smile was somewhat forced as he said ingratiatingly, "This is nothing compared to what my brother usually does for me."

"OK! Lead the way." Jaeho laughed heartily and eagerly put down his wine glass.

He followed his younger brother through the noisy crowd to a relatively secluded empty room at the end of the corridor.

"This place is quite nice. How did you find it?" Jaeho slumped onto the sofa, looking around the well-soundproofed lounge with satisfaction.

"I found it by chance," the younger brother said, his smile appearing somewhat stiff and awkward.

"Where's the stuff?" Jaeho rubbed his hands together and asked anxiously.

The younger brother feigned a look of sudden realization and forgetfulness: "Oh dear, brother, wait a minute, I left it in the car outside, I'll go get it right now!"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Jae-ho's face, but he still waved his hand impatiently. The underling, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, quickly retreated.

Time ticked by, and several minutes passed. Jae-ho's patience had run out, and he became increasingly depressed.

Finally, the door lock clicked.

"Hey! Why are you so slow, you little rascal..."

Jaeho turned his head, cursing, but before he could finish speaking, his voice caught in his throat.

The person standing at the door was not his underling.

—It's Li Mingye.

Behind that tall and imposing figure followed a petite figure with her head bowed—Choi Jin-ri.

A sense of foreboding instantly rose in Jae-ho's heart, and he instinctively tried to stand up: "You guys..."

Li Mingye didn't give him a chance to waste words, and didn't even bother to ask why he did it. He slammed the door shut, his expression filled with undisguised sarcasm:

"You idiot, do you know how much trouble you've caused others?"

"Hey!" Jae-ho instantly flew into a rage, his seniority making him slam his hand on the table and stand up. "How dare you talk to a senior like that? Who do you think you are?"

Li Mingye stared at him coldly, then suddenly uttered a highly insulting word starting with "S" in fluent Chinese, his gaze as if he were looking at a pile of unrecyclable garbage.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Choi Jin-ri behind him, his tone softening instantly:

"Truth, what do you think is the best way to handle this?"

Choi Jin-ri was clearly conflicted. She pressed her lips tightly together, her pupils trembled, and her hands twisted nervously together. Her kindness and long-standing vulnerability made her hesitate.

Seeing that she was speechless, Li Mingye changed the subject, his voice low and strong: "Do you hate him?"

Choi Jin-ri was taken aback, then couldn't help but look to the side.

Lee Myung-yeop reached out and cupped Choi Jin-ri's cheeks, forcing her to turn her head and look at him.

"Don't look at him, look at me." His voice was solemn and firm. "His thoughts don't matter at all, trashy thoughts don't matter. I just want to know your true thoughts."

Choi Jin-ri's eyes reflected Lee Myung-yeop's face, which was so close to hers; in those deep eyes, there was only her reflection.

She seemed to have finally let go of some heavy burden; her tense shoulders relaxed, and she slowly spoke, her voice soft yet exceptionally clear:

"I hate him."

"Good!" Li Mingye's eyes revealed an approving smile. "It's good that you were able to say it."

Jae-ho suddenly realized what was happening and shouted, "Are you all ignoring me? Are you acting in an idol drama? Believe me or not..."

Although his voice sounded like he was making a threat, there was a noticeable tremor in his tone.

Even he sensed that something was amiss, but he didn't want to show weakness in front of a junior who was so much younger than him.

Li Mingye turned his gaze to Zaihao with a smile, but that smile carried a chilling undertone.

"Truth is a good child. Even if you suffered an undeserved misfortune because of me, I just want you to apologize."

He approached Jaeho step by step, each step carrying a sense of oppression.

"But I am not."

Li Mingye's eyes revealed undisguised disgust: "I hate you addicts the most. You speak and act without thinking, you are mentally unstable, and you always cause trouble for others."

"What, what are you going to do?!" Seeing Li Mingye approaching, Zaihao felt a sudden pang of panic. He stammered incoherently, his body instinctively shrinking into the corner of the sofa. "If you dare do anything to me, I won't let you get away with it! I'm from Dynamic Duo..."

Li Mingye didn't say another word. He suddenly exerted force with his right leg and delivered a clean and crisp side kick, accompanied by the sound of wind, which landed heavily on Zaihao's stomach.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Before Jaeho could even scream, he curled up like a boiled shrimp, rolled his eyes, and fell silent, collapsing onto the sofa.

Seeing his miserable state, Li Mingye was a little hesitant.

It's been so long since I've fought, and I've gotten so much stronger. Did I not control my strength well? Did I accidentally kick him to death...?

He won't feel guilty about the death of a drug addict, but the subsequent plans will have to be rearranged.

It wasn't actually something he had to do himself, but he really wanted to beat him up.

Li Mingye turned his head and saw Cui Zhenli's bright eyes.

"You don't think I'm too violent, do you?" Li Mingye asked with a smile, his tone relaxed, as if he had just kicked an empty soda can.

Choi Jin-ri did not answer.

She suddenly strode forward, with a resolute courage, and threw herself into his arms.

The next second, soft, warm lips covered Li Mingye's mouth without warning.

Li Mingye's pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot, unable to contain his surprise.

Her kiss was awkward, urgent, and trembling, as if she wanted to express all her grievances, fears, gratitude, and affection through this kiss.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Mingye still didn't push Cui Zhenli away. He sighed softly, raised his hand to hold the back of her head, and gently guided her small, tentative tongue, taking the initiative.

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

A minute later, Choi Sulli separated from him, panting heavily. Her eyes were wet and hazy, and her lips were particularly moist and red due to being engorged with blood.

Li Mingye looked at the flushed girl in his arms, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse:

"I have a girlfriend."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Choi Jin-ri, as if she hadn't heard, stood on tiptoe and kissed him again. This time, it was even more passionate and reckless than before, as if she were grabbing a piece of driftwood in the ocean.

Li Mingye silently berated himself, then without further hesitation, began to respond enthusiastically.

He's definitely not a good kid.