Peninsula diplomat: My second life with a top celebrity

Hangovers always give you a splitting headache.

Just as Jung Do-hoon regained some consciousness, a faint scent of oranges wafted to his nose.

He just slept on his own sofa all night? The pillow itself is quite nice, soft yet supportive, but the fabric isn't very good.

Why are they wearing blue jeans?

Zheng Daoxun's pupils trembled slightly. He raised his gaze, passing over the flat abdomen and the slightly protruding breasts, before looking at that familiar face.

He finally confirmed that he had slept with his head on Hwang Yee-ji's lap all night.

and also……

Strictly speaking, this isn't his home.

How did he end up sleeping with his head on Huang Lizhi's lap all night at Minatozaki Sana's house?

What exactly happened?

Jung Do-hoon couldn't remember. He carefully got up, intending to go to the toilet to get some cold water to wash his face, but he ran into Minatozaki Sana, who was wearing an apron and cleaning the toilet in the bathroom.

She had her hair tied in a ponytail, her face showing resentment and dissatisfaction, and she gave Zheng Daoxun a cold, dismissive look.

"Mianne..."

"What are you apologizing for?"

Jung Do-hoon remembered that his drinking manners weren't too bad; at least he wouldn't yell and cause trouble when drunk. At most... he was just a bit clingy?

But being clingy is also a big problem.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble last night." Zheng Daoxun splashed cold water on his face, regaining some clarity.

"You didn't cause me any trouble."

She had faint dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night because of the drunken Jung Do-hoon.

"Don't get me wrong, I was just bored and did housework all night, and it just so happened to be my turn to use the toilet."

"You sleep very soundly; you don't do anything but lie there sleeping."

Sana Minatozaki stepped forward, pushed Jung Do-hoon aside from the washbasin, took off her gloves, and carefully washed her hands.

The more she said that, the less Zheng Daoxun believed that he had really just obediently lain on the sofa all night.

But he should be behaving himself when he's asleep...

"Last night...did you bring me here?" Jung Do-hoon took the disposable face towel that Minatozaki Sana handed him, wiped his cheeks, and then Minatozaki Sana picked up a rag and started wiping the countertop, like a daughter-in-law who had been angry and was now doing housework in silence.

But that's not right.

The two had been dating for so many years, and the housework was either done by a nanny or by Jung Do-hoon. Minatozaki Sana could be said to have never lifted a finger.

What could have triggered her to do housework all night?

Who does housework at night if they're a decent person?

Sana Minato didn't say anything, but wiped the countertop clean, rinsed her hands with cold water, ignored Jung Do-hoon, and took out a new set of toiletries from the shopping bag: "Brush your teeth first."

I guess he was drunk and couldn't tell the timeline anymore.

Jung Do-hoon scratched his head, watched as Minatozaki Sana turned and went back into the kitchen, and sighed softly.

He wondered how Hwang Yee-ji would react to him after he woke up, having caused such trouble.

Even diplomats, who have seen many grand occasions, can't help but sigh with a headache in this situation.

Drinking alcohol can lead to trouble.

Sana Minatozaki went to the kitchen, opened the clay pot of soup that was simmering, and a gust of...

Let's just call it a fragrance; anyway, this gas wafted out.

At least it doesn't smell nauseating; it's edible.

She almost never cooks, so it's already quite an achievement that she can manage to make a pot of hangover soup just by instinct; who knows, she might even have a natural talent for cooking...

However, Sana Minatozaki had no mood to be happy about her own greatness.

She was furious when she thought about what happened last night.

She and Huang Lizhi had already reached a point where they were almost at odds.

Hwang Yee-ji's subtext is that Minatozaki Sana is dirty inside and sees everyone else as dirty, and she insists on taking Jung Do-hoon away.

Sana Minatozaki was actually in the wrong... she did indeed think about the problem from a narrow perspective.

She thought she was about to give up, but unexpectedly, Zheng Daoxun grabbed her hand, pressed it against his face, and sniffed it carefully.

Zheng Daoxun's behavior stunned both women.

Sana Minato no longer needed to make up any excuses to keep Jung Do-hoon from leaving; he himself didn't want to go.

But... the bad news is that Hwang Li-ji has no intention of leaving at all, and is just sitting there wasting his time.

Sana Minato could unconsciously touch Jung Do-hoon's hair or put her hand on his shoulder, but when Jung Do-hoon grabbed her hand, the feeling was completely different.

Up to this point, everything was progressing quite well, but who would have thought that when Sana Minato went to the restroom, Jung Do-hoon turned around and buried his head in Hwang Ye-ji's lap.

Whether it was Jung Do-hoon who insisted on getting close to someone, or Hwang Ye-ji who took advantage of the break and proactively approached her, both made Sana Minatozaki feel her blood pressure skyrocketing.

This is her home. What Huang Lizhi did is inappropriate no matter what.

How could Sana Minatozaki possibly sleep? How could she possibly be in the mood to leave the two of them and go back to her room to sleep?

So she picked up a broom, mop, and rag and did housework all night long, just to make sure Huang Lizhi didn't get a good night's sleep.

As for Zheng Daoxun...

That heartless bastard is fast asleep, acting like he didn't hear a thing.

"Is it hangover soup?" Jung Do-hoon's voice came, bringing Minatozaki Sana's thoughts back to reality.

He reached out and turned off the fire, muttering to himself, "If I hadn't turned it off, it would have evaporated. But it's not bad for a first attempt."

"How did you know this was my first time?" Minatozaki Sana asked seriously, slapping Jung Do-hoon's hand as he reached for the casserole dish. "Careful, it's hot!"

Because in her previous life, when Sana Minatozaki was twenty-nine years old, she said that this was the first time she had cooked hangover soup for someone else.

Similarly, at twenty-seven, this should also be her first time. But why... does her skill level at twenty-seven seem so much better than when she was twenty-nine?

She's probably not that different from someone in her thirties.

Sana Minatosaki put on her special gloves, took out the casserole, and placed it on the dining table.

"Come and have a drink, I have a lot of questions to ask you."

What's meant to happen will happen.

Zheng Daoxun cleared his throat and reached into his pocket for cigarettes.

If he could, he would like to go to the balcony, have a cigarette, and think about life.

Unfortunately, Sana Minatozaki wouldn't agree. After they got together, she wouldn't allow any smell of smoke in the house, which led Jung Do-hoon to gradually quit smoking.

If he hadn't been given a second chance at life and freed from supervision, Zheng Daoxun would never have relapsed.

"If you want to smoke, close the sliding door on the balcony and open the window." Sana Minatozaki served him a bowl of soup, showing leniency this time.

But... why does it always give off the feeling that a death row inmate is about to be executed? The usually serious prison guards unusually took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them to the death row inmates.

"Hey, I'm not smoking anymore."

Jung Do-hoon straightened his neck and sat down on the table: "Ask away, if I remember."