thefictionvixens Chapter 66 I Want to Be the Most Stylish Person in the Room
Chapter 66 I Want to Be the Most Stylish Person in the Room
He left the game company.
Kim Soo-ho followed Lee Jung-il toward the elevator.
"Zhengyi".
"Um."
"You two really broke up?"
The elevator arrived, and the doors opened.
Lee Jung-il walked in, turned around, and looked at Kim Soo-ho.
His voice came through the crack the moment the door closed.
"Don't you always call yourself a macho man? Can you stop being so gossipy?"
Kim Soo-ho stood in the corridor, looking at the closed elevator doors, and snorted.
Can you please stop being so gossipy?
He does want to.
But his intuition told him that this didn't seem like a breakup at all.
How can two people be so in sync after breaking up?
One refuses to contact the other no matter what, while the other agrees to the request instantly.
You two are almost fifty years old combined, can you please stop acting like elementary school kids dating?
After mentally grumbling, he shrugged and turned to walk towards his office.
Forget it.
Anyway, he's caught in the middle being used as a flirting toy, so there's going to be some fun to watch.
Li Zhengyi returned to his daily routine.
He went to the convenience store to hand over his shift as usual, sat behind the cash register all night as usual, and went home to catch up on sleep after dawn as usual.
Everything was normal, as if nothing would happen.
He didn't know until he learned that Lee Woo-bin's funeral was to be held in a week.
The message from Ding Wulang was very brief.
The Li family searched the area around Donghai City thoroughly, even asking every fishing boat in the nearby fishing villages.
No one has seen Lee Woo-bin; no body has been found, and no trace has been discovered.
A consensus has been reached within the family.
people.
It's highly likely that it's gone.
The funeral is scheduled for Thursday, December 11th, which is an auspicious day for burial.
After receiving the message, Li Zhengyi walked around four streets that afternoon, changed his coat twice, and after confirming that no one was following him, he pushed open the door of Ding Wulang Detective Agency.
Then he saw a scene he had never seen before.
Lee Woo-bin, the second son of CJ Group, was once the Lee Woo-bin who treated nightclubs as his second home, sports cars as toys, and chasing girls as his full-time job.
He was sitting on the old sofa in the living room, with Ding Lilan on either side of him, holding a bag of shrimp chips in his hand and staring at the TV screen.
There's an animated film on TV with an overly pink art style.
A female protagonist with eyes that take up half her face is crying in front of the male protagonist under a cherry blossom tree, accompanied by piano and violin music, so emotional it can raise your blood sugar.
A romance anime featuring otome characters.
Li Zhengyi didn't even need to know the name of the anime series; he could already tell the genre just by looking at the art style.
This type of anime is targeted at middle and high school girls, not wealthy young men in their twenties.
Lee Woo-bin watched it quite attentively.
Li Zhengyi leaned against the door frame.
"When did you start watching cartoons?"
Lee Woo-bin turned his head, his face showing no remorse.
"You think I want to watch this? There's not even anyone to talk to here. Xiaolan watches this, so I'll watch it too. After watching three episodes, I found myself actually wanting to know whether that pink-haired girl will choose her senior or her deskmate."
He added a sentence.
"Anyway, it's better than going to jail."
Ding Lilan reached into the bag of shrimp chips in Li Yubin's hand and grabbed a handful, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"I'll get a stomachache later on in this anime."
What is a stomach ache?
Lee Woo-bin asked warily.
"It's a love triangle. Both the male lead and the second male lead are great, but the female lead chose one of them, and the other one makes the audience feel sorry for her."
"...Then why did you bring me to see this?"
"Because you were eating potato chips too loudly, I couldn't hear the dialogue when I was watching other shows. This movie has few lines; it mainly relies on background music to evoke tears, so it doesn't affect the dialogue."
Lee Woo-bin remained silent.
He looked down at the bag of shrimp chips in his hand, his expression shifting back and forth between "Why should I, the second young master of the prestigious CJ Group, suffer this kind of injustice?" and "Oh well, the shrimp chips are pretty good anyway."
Li Zhengyi did not interrupt the scene.
He thought it was great.
The fact that Lee Woo-bin could sit still and watch an otome romance anime shows that his "imprisonment life" during this period has indeed smoothed out many of his rough edges.
In some ways, this is more effective than parental education.
He picked up the TV remote and pressed pause.
"Alright, I have some news."
Lee Woo-bin looked up at him.
"Your dad... no, my dad, your dad, um, our dad's side, there's been news?"
"Funeral. Thursday, December 11th."
Lee Woo-bin's expression changed from stunned to ecstatic in just two seconds.
He threw the bag of shrimp chips onto the sofa, bounced up from the sofa, and almost stepped on Ding Lilan's foot.
He clenched his fists and raised them above his head.
"finally!"
"Finally! Do you know how long I've waited for this day?!"
He cheered like someone who had just escaped from prison.
Or perhaps it's a high school student who has been living at school for a semester and has finally heard the news of a holiday.
Ding Lilan probably thought that being silly was contagious, so she silently picked up the Coke can and moved it to the other side of the coffee table.
"Seventeen days."
Li Zhengyi said.
"A full seventeen days!"
Lee Woo-bin gestured with his hand to indicate a number, protesting his injustice.
"For seventeen days, I lived in this place with no air conditioning, no bars, and no women. I ate instant noodles and convenience store meals every day. My only entertainment was watching romance anime that only junior high school girls watch."
He pointed to the TV screen, where the pink-haired female lead was still crying under the cherry blossom tree.
"This is worse than being in jail. At least in jail you can go outside for fresh air, but I can't even go near the window."
"At least in prison you can chat with fellow inmates. My roommate is a former elite special forces officer who watches romance anime and will tell you in advance, 'This episode is going to be heartbreaking.'"
"Do you know what she told me last time? She said the stomach pain level in this movie is only grade B, and she has a rating chart."
Li Zhengyi looked at Ding Lilan.
Ding Lilan nodded.
"Yes, there are. 'Your Lie in April' is A-level, and 'CLANNAD' is S-level. This one is at most B+."
Lee Woo-bin pointed at Ding Li-lan and turned to Lee Jung-il.
"Look, did you hear that? These are the people I've faced over the past seventeen days."
Lee Jung-il felt that if this topic continued, Lee Woo-bin might burst into tears on the spot.
"Haven't you always wanted to prove you weren't a loser?"
He said.
Lee Woo-bin stopped.
"Think about the look on your brother's face when he fell into the trap. Think about the look in your father's eyes when he saw you endure for almost a month and devise a difficult plan. Think about everyone, all those who said you only know how to spend money, that you have no ambition, that you are a good-for-nothing, what their expressions would be when they saw you standing at the funeral, in front of the whole family, exposing your brother's evil true colors."
He took half a step forward and looked into Lee Woo-bin's eyes.
"Whether you're a good-for-nothing or not isn't for me to decide, nor is it for your father to decide. It's for you to decide with your actions. Enduring for seventeen days is the evidence. What happens at the funeral will be the judgment."
Lee Woo-bin remained silent for about five seconds.
Then he turned and walked towards his room.
Li Zhengyi thought he was going to throw another tantrum, but he stopped at the door of the room, turned around, and his eyes were bright and alert.
"So, what should I wear when I make my appearance?"
"I want to be the coolest guy in the room."