Peninsula: The young master is poor and doesn't want to date.

Chapter 43 Song Hye-kyo's Treasured Video Recordings

We've arrived at Daogu Station.

The train came to a stop and the doors opened.

As soon as Li Zheng got up, he casually took off the suit he had taken from Li Yubin and threw it back to him.

"Put it on. What kind of talk is it for a chaebol heir to be shirtless?"

Lee Woo-bin caught it in a fluster, muttering something under his breath, but it was unclear.

As Li Zhengyi walked towards the carriage door, he deliberately stopped beside Liu Zhimin.

Goodbye, Karina.

This time he spoke Korean, and his pronunciation was incredibly accurate.

Liu Zhimin was clearly taken aback.

The foreign tourists who were just speaking broken English a moment ago, how come they suddenly...

But she quickly smiled, her eyes crinkling, and waved to him.

"Mr. Chris, if you encounter any further difficulties in Seoul, please feel free to contact me."

After saying that, she waved the small notebook in her hand, indicating that she had given him her contact information.

Li Zhengyi nodded seriously.

"must."

Then he walked out of the carriage without looking back.

The door closed.

The train restarted and continued moving forward.

Inside the carriage, Liu Zhimin looked down at her phone, then glanced at the direction of the door, feeling that something was amiss.

The accent of that "foreign tourist" just now...

Never mind, I'm probably just too tired.

She shook her head and continued scrolling through her phone.

Lee Woo-bin has put his suit back on.

"Liar, which of your statements is true?"

Li Zhengyi glanced at him sideways.

"Except for the part about me being a foreigner."

Outside the subway station.

The nights in Gangnam are brightly lit, a completely different world from Kowloon Village.

As soon as Li Zhengyi stepped off the train, he spotted the silver-gray Kia K5.

The 2008 model has a few inconspicuous scratches on the body and a speck of mud under the headlight. When parked among a row of cars on the side of the road, it looks like a drop of water falling into a river and is completely hard to spot.

Ding Wulang leaned back in the driver's seat, the window rolled down halfway, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His hair was a bit thin, and he was wearing a faded plaid shirt, making him look like an ordinary middle-aged office worker.

He doesn't look like a former National Intelligence Service agent at all.

Li Zhengyi opened the back door and got in. Li Yubin hesitated for a moment before getting into the car as well.

"Is everything ready?"

Li Zheng asked as soon as he got in the car.

Ding Wulang didn't speak, but pointed to a black briefcase on the passenger seat.

Then he pulled two plastic bags out from under the seat and threw them into the back seat.

"A boxed lunch. Bought from a convenience store, chicken leg rice bowl, microwaved."

Li Zheng took it, opened it without saying a word, and started eating rice with a plastic spoon.

He was really hungry.

It's been almost ten hours since that lunch with barely any meat.

Ding Wulang started the car and merged into the traffic.

The neon lights of Gangnam District slowly receded outside the car window.

Lee Woo-bin held another boxed lunch and stared at the transparent plastic lid for a long time.

Didn't move.

Li Zheng looked up, his mouth still full of food, and mumbled something.

"What, never had a boxed lunch before?"

Lee Woo-bin remained silent.

"Should we find you a restaurant, hire a waiter, and bring this meal to you so you can start eating?"

"you……"

Lee Woo-bin choked and his face turned red.

He glared at Li Zhengyi, but Li Zhengyi completely ignored him and continued eating.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Lee Woo-bin opened the lid of the lunchbox.

He picked up a spoon and, imitating Li Zhengyi, scooped up a mouthful of rice and put it in his mouth.

I chewed it twice.

His eyebrows were furrowed together.

But he didn't say anything and continued eating.

One bite after another.

I ended up eating most of the box.

Li Zhengyi had finished his portion and was leaning back in his chair to digest.

He watched as Lee Woo-bin covered the lunchbox and put it aside, a sly smile slowly creeping onto his face.

Lee Woo-bin happened to turn his head and see that smile.

He paused for a moment, then immediately turned his face away, looking out the car window.

"I've never eaten anything this bad in my life."

He's stubborn.

Li Zheng laughed even harder.

He held up a chicken leg bone he was holding and waved it near his mouth.

"When I was at my poorest, I couldn't even afford a chicken leg."

After saying that, he threw the bone back into the empty lunchbox.

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

Lee Woo-bin remained silent.

He looked out the window, the neon lights of Gangnam District reflected in his eyes.

It's flashing.

I don't know what she's thinking.

After driving for about twenty minutes, the car turned into an upscale residential area.

This is a luxury apartment that Lee Woo-bin bought himself. It's over 200 square meters and located by the Han River. He lives there by himself.

The elevator goes directly into the apartment.

As soon as the door opens, the first thing you see is a huge living room.

No, saying "living room" isn't quite accurate.

This thing is a private bar.

The entire wall is covered with wine cabinets, there's a marble bar counter, and a row of spotlights hanging from the ceiling, making the bar counter look like a nightclub.

There were several paintings I couldn't understand hanging on the wall, and a jukebox in the corner.

It looks like the kind of place where people who like to throw parties at home live.

"You seem to be living a pretty carefree life."

As soon as Li Zheng entered the door, he began to look around.

Lee Woo-bin didn't reply, and walked straight to the center of the living room and stood there.

Ding Wulang carried the black briefcase, his gaze sweeping around the living room before finally settling on the painting "Starry Night".

That Van Gogh painting is a copy.

The frame was indeed quite thick, about five or six centimeters, and it stuck firmly to the wall.

He walked over and took out a small black box, about the size of his palm, from his suitcase.

Miniature camera.

It's very small, not much bigger than the nail of my little finger.

Ding Wulang moved quickly and his hands were very steady.

He checked the space behind the frame, then took a specially made bracket from his toolbox and clipped the camera in.

The angle is just right, facing the safe in the study.

Then comes the wiring.

He crouched down, hid the cable along the baseboard, and led it to the socket in the corner.

The whole process took less than fifteen minutes.

They were as skilled as if they were installing WiFi in their own home.

Lee Woo-bin watched from the side, his expression somewhat complicated.

I don't know if she's worried about the plan or simply feeling sorry for her wall.

"alright."

Ding Wulang stood up, dusted off his hands, took out his phone and operated it a few times. The screen then displayed a live feed of the living room.

720p high definition.

Being able to see people's faces in the living room is enough.

Anyway, every nook and cranny of the safe was photographed clearly.

Li Zhengyi leaned over for a look and nodded in satisfaction.

Then he turned to look at Lee Woo-bin, his face showing that smug expression again.

"By the way, second brother."

He suddenly spoke.

"what?"

Lee Woo-bin looked at him warily.

"Besides money and documents, is there anything else in your safe?"

"What else?"

"This is a treasured video of Song Hye-kyo. We're all men, let's share it so everyone can see it."

Li Zhengyi's words were perfectly reasonable.

Lee Woo-bin's face instantly turned red.

"What nonsense are you talking about! No! Not a single drop!"

Li Zheng raised an eyebrow.

"No?"

"That was your childhood...you know, your goddess of enlightenment, it all started with a private videotape. And you still have photos of Teacher Song, how could anything in your safe be clean?"

"It's a photo! It's a normal photo!"

Lee Woo-bin's voice changed with excitement.

"Oh, what's wrong? Can't you tarnish your childhood goddess?"

Li Zhengyi continued his attack.

"No, no, I didn't..."

Lee Woo-bin's voice suddenly trailed off.

He turned his face away, his ears so red they looked like they could bleed.

Li Zhengyi was amused.

"You know better than I do what kind of person Teacher Song is in this circle. Stop pretending to be innocent."

Lee Woo-bin suddenly turned his head, his expression serious.

"No, I don't have anything."

"I didn't know Song Hye-kyo before, I don't know Song Hye-kyo now, and I won't know Song Hye-kyo in the future."