Long Ya took the script with a bitter face and went to look for Demonic Man to edit it. T-ara followed Tang Jinyan back to the company with a stomach full of anxiety. They had never imagined that a male-themed script would be feminized out of the blue. Would anyone really want to read something like that?
"That's why you can go online and read novels when you're free. There are even authors who specifically feminize famous novels …"
"Oh?"
"But there's no such thing in Korea. I recommend you go to the Chinese website next door. After all, your current Chinese is enough for you to understand less profound literature."
Tang Jinyan said sternly, "But remember, don't click on any book with Korean Entertainment in the title …"
"Why?"
"Those guys who fantasize about my wife all day long. I'm going to throw them all into the Yellow Sea to feed the fish one by one …"
T-ara was speechless.
Actually, what made Tang Jinyan want to vomit blood the most was that in those novels, as long as it was written about T-Ara, as Tang Jinyan's third brother-in-law, 99.99% of the time, he would be written as a big villain scumbag. He would be slandered, beaten up, or castrated. He was almost blackened into charcoal.
Most of them only knew that Tang Jinyan was now the boss of New Village Entertainment. They had no idea about his past. The most mainstream rumor was that he started out as a pork seller. How could a pork seller be easy to bully?
Even a protagonist would dare to step on him …
Not only T-ara, but also Lin Yun-er and the others. Tang Jinyan could not escape the fate of being stepped on. Tang Jinyan was bored and counted the ways he could die. There were more than a thousand ways. He was really unparalleled.
Throwing them to feed the fish was obviously a joke. Tang Jinyan felt that posing the girls in more than a thousand ways was the best way to take revenge.
So he had been doing that recently.
"So annoying!
You're making me cosplay as the Ominous Blade again … "
"Don't you think it's much cooler this way?"
"I only think you're a pervert … Ah … gentler!"
"Timo, help me control her!"
"Get lost!"
Lee Yoon-rim pushed open the door to the president's office with a stack of reports in her hand. Inside the lounge, there was a cacophony of voices.
Park Soyeon and Li Juli were sitting at the tea table outside, making tea. They were talking about something peacefully and turned a deaf ear to the voices inside.
Seeing Lee Yoon-rim come in, the two were stunned for a moment. They looked at Lee Yoon-rim for a while. Li Juli smiled and took the initiative to hide in the lounge to participate in the battle. She even closed the door, leaving Park Soyeon and Lee Yoon-rim looking at each other in a daze.
Lee Yoon-rim tilted her head slightly and looked at Park Soyeon with interest. She had a charming smile on her face, but she didn't say anything.
"Uh …" After more than ten seconds, Park Soyeon spoke first, "Oni, come and sit. Have some tea."
Li Yunlin casually put the documents on the desk, walked forward and sat opposite to Park Suk Yeon. She took a cup of tea and took a sip, then praised, "Now your tea skills are also so good."
"After a long time, there should be some improvement."
"Yes …" Lee Yoon-rim sighed, "It's been so long since I went to the hospital to see you."
Park Soyeon suddenly said, "You haven't seen me for a long time, right? Do you feel unfamiliar?"
"Yes.
We're always in the same building, but we haven't seen each other. "
"Is Oni purposely not seeing me?"
"Why can't you be the one purposely not seeing me?"
Park Soyeon laughed, "Oni is the executive director of the group. She's high and mighty on the top floor. How can I see her whenever I want?"
Lee Yoon-rim curled her lips, "This office is the real top floor. Don't you come here every day when you have nothing to do?
Well, since we've met this time, let's not talk about who's hiding from whom. "
Park Soyeon refilled her tea and asked, "When you went to the hospital to see me, did you mean to inspect me?"
"Yes." Lee Yoon-rim sighed, "At that time, I was very satisfied and felt that you would be very suitable for him."
Park Soyeon blinked her eyes, "Do you mean … you're not satisfied now?"
"I'm very satisfied now, but I'm not reconciled. If you didn't appear, maybe … Well, there's no 'maybe'." Lee Yoon-rim smiled, "Even if you didn't appear, there would be someone else, such as Jung Eun-thi.
After all, he's old, and it's time for him to find a girlfriend. He can't fool around like he did in his early years. "
Park Soyeon pursed her lips and whispered, "I often feel that we can't help him, and that we're not as good as you, Oni."
"It doesn't matter whether we can help him or not. Sometimes, I even cause trouble for him."
Lee Yoon-rim said faintly, "Many times, I feel that you're too low-class, and I'm not very convinced.
But so what?
He still needs someone who dotes on him the most and is tolerant of him. A person like him needs a peaceful home. You're very good, all of you are very good. "
As she spoke, she pointed to the inner room, "The outside world thinks that he's hiding or pretending to be low-key. In fact, I'm very happy that his life now has a sense of rhythm.
After exhausting himself in the war, he has all of you to accompany him and relax.
Then, after he's been in a gentle home for a long time, he can't sit still anymore. His fists that have been clenched will be swung out again. This is the way of the world. "
Park Soyeon didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this pretentious act. She finally understood where Tang Jinyan's pretentious attitude came from.
It should be said that this woman in front of her had an unparalleled influence on Tang Jinyan. Her shadow could be seen almost everywhere.
She was also very happy that when she faced Lee Yoon-rim, she didn't feel as guilty as she had imagined. She was very calm, and even had a kind of … demeanor that a proper wife should have when looking at an imperial concubine.
Lee Yoon-rim had also been carrying the sedan chair all this time. She didn't have any intention of competing, although she couldn't help but show off a little.
This unexpected meeting between two kings was peaceful and serene amidst the fragrance of tea.
Park Soyeon turned her head and looked at the documents that Lee Yoon-rim brought in, "He's inside … Juli just went in. I don't think he'll be back so soon.
Is there an urgent matter?
If there is, just go in and pull him out. "
"It's nothing …" Lee Yoon-rim blushed quietly, "I just … want to ask him to do what he's doing inside."
Park Soyeon widened her eyes and almost laughed out loud.
'You even brought a stack of f * cking documents. You're really good at pretending. Those who don't know will really think that it's some important company matter.'
This guy, who was the most 'unique' and the most mysterious in the hearts of all his women, turned out to be quite cute.
Speaking of which, it was no wonder that the outside world thought that he was hiding his abilities. His days were indeed a little exaggerated, as if he was a self-indulgent ruler.
It was fine that he would drag the whole T-ara group to cosplay when he had nothing to do. For example, Chulong had been relatively free recently, so she would deliberately come over from time to time to be his' secretary '.
Everyone knew what these two women's so-called secretaries meant. They had a tacit understanding.
At night, he often drove straight to Qingtan Cave. It was said that Yun Youxian was there. Now, even Song Ji-hyo had bought a house there. It was a typical palace, and it made people feel ridiculous.
If they did not know that he was planning to take over MBC, they would probably think that he was lying on his laurels and not making any progress.
Lee Yoon-rim knew a little more. She glanced at the newspaper that was spread out on the desk. The headlines on it were: 'The Final Poll Results of South Korea's Sixth Local Councilor and Local Government Election Are Out: Jeong Mengzhun Surpasses Park Won Chun for the First Time', and 'Won Heilong Criticizes Pusan's Ten Big Mistakes'.
Even in the office that was filled with the fragrance of tea, Lee Yoon-rim could see the heavy atmosphere before a storm.
That would be a true battle to the death between two kings.