Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 91 I Feigned Weakness

The car turned out of the coffee shop and onto the main road.

Choi Sulli sat in the passenger seat with one leg crossed, her whole body turned towards Liu Zimu, her elbow resting on the back of the seat.

She wasn't looking at the road, but at Park Chae-young, who was huddled in the back seat.

"Chaeyoung, I won't use honorifics anymore. Just call me unnie."

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Park Chaeyoung looked up and met Choi Sulli's eyes in the rearview mirror: "Okay, unnie...."

"By the way, the night you stayed at my place last time, did you sleep with my man?"

Liu Zimu nearly dropped the steering wheel, turning his head to glare at her fiercely: "Cui Zhenli, do you have no sense of propriety?"

Choi Sulli didn't look at him, but stared at Park Chaeyoung.

Park Chae-young's face turned red from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears, so red that her hat couldn't cover it up.

Her lips opened and closed, opened and closed again, before finally uttering two words in silence: "No."

"Really?" Choi Sulli raised one eyebrow.

"Really, no." Park Chae-young's voice was barely audible, her head almost touching her knees. "He doesn't touch me!"

Liu Zimu gasped. "You, Park Chaeyoung, are no pushover either!"

He quickly reached out and slapped Choi Sulli's thigh: "Choi Jin-ri, that's enough. And you, Park Chae-young, shut up too..."

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Choi Sulli hissed in pain, clutched her thigh, glared at him, but didn't ask any more questions.

Park Chaeyoung lowered her head, staring at the shoelaces of her canvas shoes, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes.

Sulli is too fierce. Luckily, I just gave her a little counterattack.

Sulli sat up straight again, leaning back in her chair, playing with her phone.

"Chaeyoung, look at Bae Joo-hyun's Instagram post. Wow, this Chinese poached chicken looks so delicious, I'm so happy..."

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Upon hearing this, Park Chae-young also took out her phone and started looking at it.

The post Bae Joo-fat shared was a photo of the five members of her group with a box of poached chicken, their faces beaming with smiles.

A thought struck her, and she asked, "Oppa, did you make this?"

Sulli quickly retorted, "Who else could it be but him? He even went to cheer them on this morning! She's just after his body!"

Liu Zimu snapped, "Enough, Cui Zhenli! If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"

"Unnie, I understand. I only see Oppa as a friend, don't overthink it," Park Chaeyoung said softly.

Choi Sulli turned and glanced at her, then scoffed, "You're quite protective of him!"

The car turned into the underground parking lot of the residential area, the card was swiped, and the barrier lifted.

Park Chae-young leaned against the car window and looked out.

It was clean, quiet, and filled with luxury cars—much more upscale than she had imagined.

There were only the three of them in the elevator.

Liu Zimu stood in the middle, Cui Xueli stood to her left, and Park Chaeyoung stood to her right.

Choi Sulli reached out and pressed the top button, and the numbers jumped up and down.

Park Chaeyoung stared at those numbers, her heart pounding. She was going to Oppa's house.

The elevator doors opened, and Choi Sulli stepped out first, the fingerprint lock beeping.

The light in the entryway is on.

Park Chae-young stood at the door without moving.

"Come in." Choi Sulli, who had already changed into slippers, turned to look at her. "What are you standing there for?"

Park Chae-young glanced at Liu Zimu again.

He placed a spare pair of slippers beside her feet: "Wear these."

Park Chae-young then happily changed her shoes and went inside.

This prompted Sulli to laugh again.

The living room was huge, which left Park Chae-young somewhat bewildered; she couldn't afford this house with her current savings.

The entire wall on the balcony is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, with the Han River spreading out in the night, and the lights on both banks shattering on the water's surface.

She stood by the window and looked out.

Liu Zimu's words about taking care of her suddenly popped into her head.

And that phrase about buying it—she always thought he was just bragging to comfort her.

How can someone who owns a coffee shop afford to buy their group?

Standing in this apartment now, a duplex of over 200 square meters, with a view of the Han River, on the top floor.

She suddenly became less certain.

"I'm hungry." Choi Sulli threw herself onto the sofa, kicked off her slippers, and sank into it. "Oppa, make me some late-night snacks."

Liu Zimu didn't pay much attention to her, but after glancing at Park Chaeyoung, he went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and rummaged through the things.

His voice carried from the kitchen to the living room: "Chicken noodle soup, want some?"

"Eat."

"I didn't ask you." He peeked out from behind the refrigerator door and looked at Park Chae-young. "I asked where Chae-young is?"

Choi Sulli snorted, "Favoritism!"

Park Chae-young was secretly delighted, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and nodded.

Liu Zimu started working in the kitchen.

The tap was running, there was the clattering sound of chopping vegetables on the cutting board, and the refrigerator door was opening and closing.

Park Chaeyoung didn't want to stay in the living room with Choi Sulli, so she came over and stood by the island counter to watch him busy himself.

"Chaeyoung, what are you doing standing there?" Choi Sulli nestled on the sofa, patted the seat next to her, and called out, "Come sit down."

Park Chaeyoung glanced at her, then pouted at Liu Zimu with a pleading look in her eyes.

Helpless, Liu Zimu nodded to her.

She slowly walked over and sat down on the far side of the sofa, three people's distance away from Choi Sulli.

Choi Sulli glanced at her sideways, her lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything.

The two then started watching variety shows.

The episode of Running Man where Liu Zimu cooks communal meals.

Seeing Bae Joo-hyun's embarrassed expression on the show, Choi Sulli laughed happily: "Joo-hyun unnie, that's so pitiful! Chae-young, have you seen what happened with Oppa's cooking?"

Park Chae-young laughed awkwardly: "I saw it, I saw it that very night. Oppa looked so funny. There was a video where Bae Joo-beom was squatting by the pot, looking up at him, and the way she looked was kind of charming. I suspect Oppa might not be able to resist."

"That's right, I think so too. Bae Joo-hyun is his favorite idol. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to resist either!" Choi Sulli clapped her hands.

Liu Zimu didn't quite hear what they were saying, but he did hear their laughter.

These two women are so harmonious?

Perhaps only they know, because they share a common enemy?

The aroma of chicken soup wafted from the kitchen.

Park Chaeyoung sniffed, and her stomach suddenly growled loudly.

The sound wasn't loud, but Choi Sulli heard it.

She didn't laugh, but took out a packet of gummies from a drawer under the coffee table, opened it, and handed it to her.

Park Chae-young paused for a moment, then took the pill and popped it into her mouth.

"That man in the kitchen," Choi Sulli's gaze fell towards the kitchen, watching Liu Zimu's figure, and she suddenly asked, "What do you think of him?"

Park Chaeyoung gave a mumbled "hmm".

"What does 'hmm' mean?"

"It's fine." She swallowed the candy and licked her lips.

Choi Sulli stared at her for two seconds: "It's just 'pretty good'?"

Park Chaeyoung didn't reply, but just lowered her head, staring at the unopened gummy candy in her hand. She tugged at it with her fingers, but couldn't tear it open.

Soon, Liu Zimu came out carrying two bowls of noodles.

He placed the bowl on the table, then went back to get the third bowl: "Come and eat."

Choi Sulli got up from the sofa and walked over barefoot on the floor.

Park Chae-young followed behind her, walking a beat slower, and sat down at the dining table.

The chicken noodle soup contained some freshly boiled dried matsutake mushrooms and vibrant green vegetables, steaming upwards and smelling wonderful.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the soup; the heat seemed to warm her heart. She quickly swallowed it, exclaiming, "Oppa! It's so delicious!"

Liu Zimu sat opposite him, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Eat slowly, and then get a good night's sleep."

Park Chae-young nodded and began to eat noodles and drink soup.

The restaurant was quiet, with only the sound of chopsticks hitting the rim of bowls and the occasional slurping of noodles.

Choi Sulli put down her chopsticks after eating half of her meal, and rested her chin on her hand while watching Liu Zimu and Park Chaeyoung eat.

Liu Zimu felt uncomfortable under her gaze and glared at her, which made her laugh, and she picked up her chopsticks again.

Park Chae-young ate very slowly, taking a bite of noodles and a sip of soup, chewing very carefully.

She finished all the soup, leaving the bowl empty.

Liu Zimu stood up and started clearing the dishes: "Go take a shower, you can sleep in whichever room you want. As for pajamas, Zhenli, find her one, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Park Chae-young nodded, a thought flashing through her mind. She turned and walked to the central island counter to watch Liu Zimu wash the dishes: "Thank you, Oppa."

"No need to thank me, go ahead." The person didn't even turn their head.

Choi Sulli leaned back in her chair, not moving an inch, and tilted her head to look at Liu Zimu: "Oppa, you're really good to her."

Liu Zimu turned around and glanced at her speechlessly: "Am I not good to you? Go find her some pajamas."

Choi Sulli suddenly laughed: "Chaeyoung, doesn't he look like a patriarch from ancient times? The kind with three wives and four concubines?"

"The head of the household wouldn't wash the dishes himself," Park Chae-young shook her head, then nodded as if she had thought of something. "I don't know much about the situation in ancient times, but if Oppa were in ancient times, he probably would have."

Choi Sulli looked at her seriously, a complex light flashing in her eyes, but she didn't say anything and led her upstairs.

More than ten minutes passed, and neither of the women came down.

After finishing his work, Liu Zimu sat on the sofa and looked at his phone.

Park Chaeyoung came down first, wearing Choi Sulli's pajamas, which were a little too long.

I just don't know which of them did it on purpose, but Park Chae-young's pajamas are a bit too alluring.

She sat down next to him, and suddenly one of her hands braced against his chest, and her lips pressed against his.

He kissed and then pulled away, truly a fleeting touch, even taking a half-step back.

"Oppa, actually, what I was doing in the car and in front of Sulli unnie was all an act."

"I'm showing weakness now, letting her get ahead of herself."

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Liu Zimu glared at her angrily, telling her to stop talking nonsense.

Park Chaeyoung tilted her head slightly, and her bra strap slipped down: "I'm pretty too, right?"

After saying that, she got up and ran upstairs.