Peninsula's Life Begins in 2016

Chapter 72 He cursed himself into silence.

Chief Kim struggled for a while, and his assistant frantically pulled out his phone to call for emergency help, but he grabbed her and held her down.

With trembling hands, he pulled a notebook from his suit pocket, quickly wrote a line, and pushed it in front of his assistant.

Take me to the hospital, quick!

The assistant nodded repeatedly and helped Chief Kim walk out.

As he passed by Jiang Yan, Chief Jin stared intently at him with his bloodshot eyes, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse gasp escaped his throat.

Jiang Yan bowed slightly, "Director, please take care of yourself no matter what."

"Bang!"

The conference room door slammed shut, plunging the room into a deathly silence.

Sulli's hand was still in the position of slamming the table, and she looked as if all her energy had been drained, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Watching Chief Kim's disheveled figure leave, a sudden sense of relief washed over her. So this is what it feels like to say "no."

Jiang Yan walked over, bent down to straighten the chair that had been pushed aside, and gently pulled it to her side.

"Nunna, sit."

Choi Sulli turned to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears. Her lips moved several times before she managed to squeeze out a complete sentence: "Jiang Yan... is he this angry with me? Oh dear, he'll definitely cause you even more trouble in the future."

"Noona, don't think too much about it. Chief Kim is getting old, and his physical functions are declining quite quickly. In addition, he was speaking loudly today, which is obviously due to overuse of his voice and loss of voice. Don't worry about it."

Listening to his earnest nonsense, Lin Xiaolu gradually regained her senses and asked with lingering fear, "What...did you just do?"

Jiang Yan thought to himself, "I want to know too."

"What do you mean? You don't know?!" Lin Xiaolu's voice instantly rose a notch.

She felt like she was going crazy. What happened to Jiang Yan was even more outrageous than her being a ghost.

She only felt the thread connecting her to her heart tremble, and then she saw everyone else freeze in place. Then she saw the gray mist that was floating out of Choi Sulli enter Chief Kim's mouth, and that's how he ended up like this.

She floated to Jiang Yan's side and carefully examined the much-dimmed silver-blue thread on his shoulder. She touched it lightly with her fingertips and felt a slight chill.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Yan could guess without even trying that Lin Xiaolu must have seen something.

As for why she could move, Jiang Yan could probably guess that it was because of that thread, so he regarded Lin Xiaolu as his own kind.

He turned his head slightly, about to explain, when the conference room door was suddenly pushed open violently, the doorknob slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

Ahn Jung-hwan rushed in, panting, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and even his tie was askew.

His gaze first fell on Jiang Yan, scanning him up and down to make sure he wasn't missing any limbs, then looked at Cui Xueli, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and finally swept over the empty conference room.

"What happened?" Ahn Jung-hwan asked, panting heavily, his voice trembling with anxiety. "I just got off the elevator and saw Kim Sung-hoon being helped inside. His face was as white as a sheet, and he was clutching his throat... Wait, Kang Yeon, you didn't hit him, did you?"

He took two more steps forward and carefully examined Jiang Yan's face.

Jiang Yan shook his head helplessly. "Jung-hwan, he's a senior and has a higher position than me. How could I possibly hit him? Chief Kim suddenly lost his voice halfway through his sentence. He probably overused his voice."

"Overuse of your voice?" Ahn Jung-hwan's brows furrowed, clearly not believing the explanation.

But seeing Jiang Yan's open and honest expression, and then looking at Cui Xueli, whose eyes were red, her face showed more relief and satisfaction than panic.

He slowly straightened his back, straightened his crooked tie, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Damn it, you mean he got so angry while he was cursing you that he lost his voice?"

Jiang Yan touched his nose, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Well, that's roughly how it can be understood."

Ahn Jung-hwan leaned on the back of the chair, laughing for a while with his shoulders shaking. Then he wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, plopped down in the chair, and let out a long sigh.

"I ran into him at the elevator entrance just now. That old man was clutching his throat and glaring at me, trying to speak but unable to. I thought you had gotten into a fight with him, and it scared my heart so much it almost jumped out of my chest."

He patted his chest, letting out a sigh of relief. "So he angered himself to the point of losing his voice? What do you call that? Karma? Hahaha..."

He chuckled a few times, then noticed that Choi Sulli was looking at him. He quickly suppressed his smile, coughed lightly, and looked at Jiang Yan: "But to be honest, this result is pretty good."

Ahn Jung-hwan rubbed his face. "I originally wanted to go find Kenzie, but she had an appointment outside today and I couldn't get through to her on the phone. Also, Director Lee hasn't come to the company yet. I waited outside his office for ten minutes, and his secretary said he had a meeting in the morning and wouldn't be able to arrive until the afternoon at the earliest. I went around the production department, but I couldn't find anyone who could keep Kim Sung-hoon in check."

As he spoke, he patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder, "Luckily, you kept your composure and didn't confront him directly. If you had really started fighting, no matter who was right or wrong, you would have been the one who suffered. He is the room leader and you are the newcomer. That's how the rules are in this industry."

A warm feeling washed over Jiang Yan, and he bowed slightly, saying, "Brother, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Ahn Jung-hwan waved his hand dismissively, "Worrying is nothing. My main concern is losing such a genius like you! You were only twenty when you were able to handle Lee Soo-man. How many years does it take to produce someone with that kind of talent? If that old geezer Kim Sung-hoon ruins it, I'll be heartbroken."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan bowed deeply and said, "Yes, thank you, Brother Zhenghuan. I won't let you down."

"Alright, alright, stop bowing. It makes me look like an old man." Ahn Jung-hwan laughed and pulled him up, then turned to look at Choi Sulli, who had been standing quietly to the side.

"Sherry, are you alright?"

Choi Sulli had composed herself by now, and apart from some redness around her eyes, there wasn't much of a difference.

She bowed slightly. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Chief An, and thank you for taking care of Jiang Yan all this time."

Ahn Jung-hwan waved his hand, glanced at the conference room door, and a gloating smile appeared on his lips: "Kim Sung-hoon has really stumbled this time, losing face in front of his subordinates. But knowing his personality, once he recovers, he will definitely find a way to make up for it."

He turned back to Jiang Yan, his expression turning serious again: "Jiang Yan, I know you're probably doing something in secret. While he's away, hurry up and do everything you want to do. Even if he tries to cause trouble later, it will be too late."

"Yes, I understand."

Ahn Jung-hwan nodded, patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked a few steps toward the door, then suddenly stopped and looked back at Kang Yeon and Choi Seol-ri.

"Oh, right, you two..."

His gaze swept between the two of them, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "Be careful, don't let the company find any fault with you. In this industry, even a slight closeness between a male and female artist can make headlines, let alone between a producer and a female artist."

After saying that, he waved his hand and strode out of the conference room, closing the door behind him.