Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 51 What is Yoona doing here?

When Park Chae-young arrived, Liu Zimu was sharing ramen with Kim Qiu-tian.

This girl said she only goes to the practice room in the afternoon and evening, and when she sees the ramen Liu Zimu makes, she starts grabbing it.

Li Zhenxi and Liu Zhenghua didn't come; they won't arrive until the afternoon.

Sunlight streamed down the glass wall, and Jin Qiutian, with a noodle in her mouth, looked rather adorable.

Liu Zimu himself squatted behind the bar, holding a bowl and slurping his noodles with gusto, so that Jin Qiutian wouldn't try to take them.

The door was pushed open, and when he looked up, he saw a fully armed woman standing in the doorway.

He was wearing a baseball cap, a black face mask, and a gray hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head, so much so that even his own mother might not recognize him.

But Liu Zimu recognized him at a glance.

A few strands of golden hair peeked out from under the brim of the hat.

"Little Qiutian," Liu Zimu said, taking another slurp of noodles, then deliberately asked loudly, "That person at the door, do you think she's a thief?"

Jin Qiutian, with noodles still in her mouth, turned her head and glanced at the bowl. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she almost dropped it.

"Park Chaeyoung sunbaenim!" She didn't dare call her unnie in front of others at this moment.

Park Chae-young grinned as she pulled down her mask, revealing a face so white it seemed to glow.

She leaned closer to Liu Zimu, peeked into his bowl of ramen, and wrinkled her nose: "Oppa, is this what you eat for breakfast?"

"What I eat is none of your business!" Liu Zimu stood up, holding his bowl.

Park Chaeyoung turned around, leaned on the bar, rested her chin on the back of her hand, and looked up at him.

His eyes shone like two tiny light bulbs, and the curve of his lips carried a hint of self-satisfaction.

She got up early this morning and dressed up carefully. Although she was wrapped up like a dumpling in a hoodie, her face was exquisitely made up, with long, curved eyelashes.

"Oppa," her voice was soft and sweet, with a coquettish tone at the end, "I'm so happy that you came to my concert yesterday."

"So what?" Liu Zimu put the bowl in the sink, turned on the tap, and started washing the dishes.

"So what do you think?"

"What, how is it?"

"The stage, my performance!" Her voice rose slightly, filled with barely suppressed anticipation. "Didn't you say I dance well? How did I dance yesterday? And when I was singing, were you watching me the whole time? Let me tell you..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Liu Zimu turned off the tap, turned around, and said, "Park Chae-young."

"Inside!"

"I haven't even settled the score with you for causing trouble at your concert, and you're coming here asking me to praise you?"

Park Chaeyoung blinked, looking completely innocent. "What did I do?"

"Don't you know what you're up to?" Liu Ziming lowered his voice. "What were you doing making heart shapes with your hands on stage? Do you think I, and you yourself, are living too comfortably?"

Park Chaeyoung's ears turned red, but she still stubbornly said, "I was just acting! Acting requires charisma! Besides, I didn't specifically name you when I made a heart shape with my hands."

"Big sister, the camera's right on my face. Everyone in this theater knows who you're looking at." Liu Zimu took a deep breath. "Do you want me to be torn to pieces by your fans?"

Park Chaeyoung opened her mouth, then closed it again, but the smile on her face was genuine.

She rolled her eyes and decided to try a different strategy.

She reached into her pocket, pulled out a USB drive, placed it on the bar counter, and pushed it towards her.

The USB drive was small and black, with a sticky note on it that read "Goo Hara".

"Oppa," her tone changed, no longer pleading, "I can give you back the USB drive, but please praise me first. Just one thing, okay?"

Liu Zimu looked at the USB drive, then at Park Chae-young.

Her eyes held expectation, grievance, and a hint of fear of rejection.

Jin Qiutian sat in the corner with an empty bowl, her mouth open and never closing.

She glanced at Park Chae-young, then at Liu Zimu.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two men, and he was simultaneously eating ramen and gossiping like crazy.

Liu Zimu sighed, reached for the USB drive, and put it in his pocket: "Alright, the performance was pretty good."

"Really?" Park Chaeyoung's eyes lit up instantly, and she straightened up as if she had been recharged.

"Seriously, just leave! And don't come looking for me at my shop unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't want to be made a fool of!"

Park Chae-young snorted, took off her hat, and leaned closer: "I'm here to buy coffee, are you trying to drive your customer away?"

Jin Qiutian finally couldn't hold back any longer. She put her bowl down on the table and leaned closer, asking, "Can I call you Chaeyoung unnie?"

Park Chae-young recognized her immediately; she was that crazy girl from last night.

I'm really a little envious of her; she gets to spend every day with her oppa!

She smiled, her expression both intellectual and elegant: "Sure! What's your name?"

"My name is Jin Qiutian!" Jin Qiutian exclaimed happily. "Unnie, what's your relationship with our Oppa? How do you know such a scoundrel like him...?"

The conversation with Jin Qiutian stopped halfway through.

Because the door was pushed open again.

The person who came in this time was dressed casually, wearing a Chanel-style jacket, jeans, canvas shoes, with his hair tied in a low ponytail and a mask on his face, only revealing his eyes.

Those eyes were round and bright, like a fawn's.

But when Liu Zimu saw those eyes, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

It wasn't the kind of goosebumps you get when Bae Joo-hyun is watching you like a yandere; it was a more sophisticated kind of not wanting to mess with her.

Lim Yoon-a.

She pulled down her mask, revealing a lightly made-up face, and looked like a gentle and kind senior in college.

This woman is attacking people with her bare face today.

Jin Qiutian was the first to react, bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle: "Hello, Yoona sunbaenim!"

Lim Yoona smiled and tilted her head slightly. "Hello."

Jin Qiutian was so excited that her face turned red. She took two steps back and bumped into the wall.

Lim Yoona turned her head and glanced at Park Chaeyoung, who was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other for a second.

Park Chaeyoung greeted them first, giving a junior's bow: "Yoona sunbaenim, anihaseyo."

Yoona smiled and nodded: "Chaeyoung-ssi, you worked hard at the concert last night. I saw online that the response was really good."

Park Chaeyoung smiled, but glanced at Liu Zimu.

Okay! Okay!

There's another beautiful woman, isn't there?

Following her gaze, Lin Yoona saw Liu Zimu.

"Liu Zimu," she said, walking up to the bar and tilting her head to look at him. Her tone was gentle and polite. "I'm just passing by and buying a coffee."

Just passing by?

Looking at Lin Yoona's innocent-looking face, Liu Zimu was speechless.

Yoona, you came here to buy coffee? May I ask which department reimburses your gas expenses?

"Lim Yoona-ssi, what would you like to drink?" Stay calm.

"An iced Americano, to go."

Liu Zimu turned around and went to make coffee.

Jin Qiutian rushed over to help, but her eyes kept glancing furtively.

This is so exciting! Even if they kicked me out of this part-time job, I wouldn't leave!

Park Chaeyoung stood to the side, holding her phone in both hands, her eyes darting back and forth between Liu Zimu and Lim Yoona.

He was still smiling happily.