Peninsula: Starting with Hijacking Yoona

3. Suspicion

"Yoona-ssi, there will be more tourists soon, be careful not to be photographed by others."

Yoona, who was still chuckling, froze, turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed on the figure in the woods, and without hesitation, she chased after it.

Li Shengji stood still, watching her anxious back, and quickly followed. His face was cold and hard, but the corners of his mouth were subtly turned up.

He is already a top actor, and going public with his relationship will not only not be met with resistance, but will also generate a wave of popularity; but it's different for Yoona, she is a female idol, and once her relationship is exposed, her career will suffer a devastating blow.

If it were to be exposed, only Lim Yoona would suffer, while Lee Seung-gi would benefit.

Lee Kyung-sung ignored her pursuit, calmly observing Lim Yoon-a's anxious expression. He raised his hand and gently shook the camera in his hand, while simultaneously pulling out a pre-prepared business card with his other hand, his tone indifferent.

"Contact me if you want to resolve this."

After saying that, he didn't linger, casually tossed down his business card, and turned to leave.

He was standing in the most secluded corner of the Love Lock Wall, next to a steep stone staircase leading down the mountain. During the retreat, he was in a good mood and hummed a Chinese song.

Lin Yoona stopped, panting. A white business card, slightly stained with mud, lay in her palm, bearing only a phone number. Looking in the direction Li Jingcheng had disappeared, her anxiety eased slightly.

The fact that the other party is willing to leave contact information means there's room for discussion, and it also means they're not a paparazzi from Dispatch. For now, there's no need to worry about them contacting the company or the photos being leaked.

"Yoona, is that a paparazzi?" Lee Seung-gi followed closely behind, his expression changing as he looked at the business card in her hand, his tone full of concern. As a veteran actor, he excelled at portraying emotions and playing the role of a reliable senior.

"Hmm." Lim Yoona had calmed down, her tone flat, even carrying a hint of helpless resignation. "I didn't expect there would still be people lying in wait at this hour. There weren't many people in Namsan today, and we didn't notice anything along the way."

Ok?

Lee Seung-gi looked at her.

Yoona still had that perfectly timed smile on her face, but he sensed a hint of distance and suspicion.

He chose the date location; he brought her to the corner of the love lock wall; and even when they took off their masks, he was the one who took them off first.

Assi.

Lee Seung-gi's mind raced. Forgetting to curse the paparazzi who had suddenly appeared, he immediately adopted a guilty and angry expression. "Yoona, I'm sorry, it's my fault. Give me his number. I was the one who asked you out this time, so I also have a responsibility to resolve this."

Anyway, it's just a matter of showing up to discuss it. If the price is too high, we can just pass it on to Yoona in the end. The most important thing now is to dispel her suspicions.

"Oppa, don't overthink it. We've been in this industry for so many years, haven't we encountered plenty of paparazzi? This kind of thing is very common." Yoona's tone was gentle, but she subtly avoided the topic.

"But once it's exposed, it will ruin your career! Let me do my part too!" Lee Seung-gi persisted, delivering a stellar performance.

Lin Yoona was speechless. Everyone knew the consequences, but she had to say it and make things worse.

But her face remained gentle as she gently adjusted her sleeves, her voice as soft as the wind, "Oppa, don't blame yourself. Nobody wants accidents to happen."

She spoke so considerately and thoughtfully, as if it really was just an unfortunate chance encounter.

But the time, place, meeting, and even taking off their masks were all arranged by Lee Seung-gi.

The paparazzi appeared precisely and disappeared swiftly, leaving behind only a business card for contact.

If it was Lee Seung-gi who arranged it, what would he be after?

Money? He's not a top-tier tycoon, but he's certainly not short of money.

Threat? I had already agreed to go on the date, and my attitude was clear enough.

Is it really just a coincidence?

What a coincidence!

Yoona's mind was in turmoil. Her hand, hanging by her side, clenched slightly as she discreetly slipped the cold business card into the inside pocket of her coat. Her face remained calm and expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Lee Seung-gi's brows were furrowed, his face cold and sullen. He clearly sensed that something was wrong, and he could hardly suppress the hatred he felt for Lee Kyung-sung.

"That's enough for today, I'm a little tired."

With one hand in her pocket, clutching the business card tightly, Lin Yoona walked straight in the direction Li Jingcheng had left. She needed a quiet environment to sort out her thoughts.

Watching her calmly turn away, Lee Seung-gi knew in his heart that his hard-won first date was completely ruined. Even a second date was uncertain.

He clenched his fists tightly, his chest tightening with anger. In all his years in the industry, he had never been this furious, not even when he was rejected for roles or criticized for his acting.

"Yoona, wait for me!"

On the other side, Li Jingcheng walked down the stone steps and only slowed down after completely leaving the top area of ​​Nanshan Mountain, carefully putting away his camera and stuffing it into his backpack.

Did Yoona get the business card? He wasn't worried at all.

He deliberately waited to appear in front of her and deliberately left his contact information, since he didn't have Lim Yoon-a's phone number and could only let her come to him.

As for how to negotiate after meeting and how to complete the system activation conditions, we can only wait for Lim Yoon-ah to contact him.

This lousy system doesn't provide any clues other than an interface.

His stomach growled at an inopportune moment, but Li Jingcheng couldn't cook, and yesterday's Korean meal had left him with a psychological trauma, so he decided to eat somewhere nearby.

After turning two street corners, a fried chicken shop with warm yellow lighting came into view, its signboard prominently displaying the words "Original Crispy Skin." He pushed open the door and went inside. The shop was crowded, but most customers were ordering takeout. The cashier was behind the counter processing orders for the kitchen, and two other employees were packing fried chicken.

This also shows that the fried chicken at this restaurant tastes pretty good.

"One serving of original fried chicken, half sauce, and a bottle of ice-cold Coke."

Lee Kyung-sung ordered in fluent Korean, paid 17,000 won, and found a seat by the window.

While waiting, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and reviewed the scene that had just occurred to him.

He's not a paparazzi, nor does he intend to extort money; he's just completing a system task. As for how the photos will be handled in the end, that depends entirely on Yoona's attitude.

Activating the system is the primary goal.

Just snatching Yoona away? What exactly constitutes snatching? We can't actually catch up with Yoona, can we? The system isn't saying a word; this is so inconvenient.

Within minutes, the steaming hot fried chicken was served.

The golden, crispy outer layer is coated with a slightly spicy sauce; one bite and the juicy meat bursts in your mouth. The bubbles of iced cola slide down your throat, and Li Jingcheng instantly feels that most of his troubles have disappeared.

Fried chicken is definitely much tastier than kimchi.

He ate while casually scrolling through his phone.

Seoul's entertainment news is still focused on idol comebacks and actor new drama announcements; there's not a hint of a date in Namsan. This is normal; he had no intention of selling the photos to the media.

Even if Dispatch's paparazzi turned Nanshan upside down, they still wouldn't find this hidden corner.

What's more, the two people photographed were heavyweights in the entertainment industry.

Lee Kyung-sung's lips, smeared with sauce, curled slightly, revealing a hint of smugness.

Perhaps he really does have a talent for being an entertainment reporter and a fan's eye.