Chapter 141 Chapter 141
Before the main program, the news of Lia Kim's on-set injury hit the live news. Also photographed was Kwon Ji-yong, who accompanied her throughout the entire process with a sullen expression.
The recording site was private, and the only person squatting outside was Xiao Cui, a paparazzi from the Dispatch agency who had gotten the news by chance. He had originally just wanted to try his luck and see if he could capture a couple of photos of the artists going to and from work. Unexpectedly, while squatting there,
An ambulance actually showed up! Choi was so excited that he immediately focused his camera on the gate—whether it was a trainee or a staff member, there was always a winner! When Lia Kim and Kwon Ji-yong appeared in the camera at the same time,
He could hardly believe his eyes. How could anyone be so lucky? Overwhelmed with happiness, he manipulated his fingers, almost relying on years of muscle memory, to quickly press the shutter.
The moment of capture lasted only a few seconds. Even after the car drove off, he still hadn't recovered from the pounding excitement. It was even exclusive! After quickly confirming the photo, Xiao Cui quickly climbed back into his second-hand Hyundai.
We drove to the nearest city hospital to try our luck. That night, D agency's headline read: "[Exclusive] Lia Kim Sudden Injury on Set! G-Dragon Accompanied Her to the Hospital." As soon as the news broke,
The news saw a surge in views. YG, however, remained calm, releasing a response an hour later, stating that producer Lia Kim was injured during the filming of the show "WIN" due to improper placement of the on-site tripod.
The patient was immediately escorted to the hospital by on-site staff, and the company will fully cooperate with his treatment and recovery. Soon, public opinion exploded. "Dafa... accompanied him throughout the entire process??"
"Full-time accompaniment = public relationship, kkkk" "The company statement said that staff accompanied him, are they avoiding GD's presence?" "My friend couldn't accept it and stopped being a fan"
"GD's pink shirt looks great, what brand is it?" "If YG doesn't deny it, it's true." "How serious is her injury? It looks like her right hand is in a splint." "Why are they saying they're dating?
Even if they're colleagues, it's normal for them to accompany you to the hospital." "Is the shirt Chanel? My girlfriend has the same one." "Am I the only one whose focus isn't on the incident itself? GD's cold face is so handsome... How could he look like that?"
"D Agency's footage is absolutely stunning, as beautiful as an idol drama." "The tripod fell off during the set? Is this kind of safety management really okay?" "This isn't the first time she's been victimized. I think she was hospitalized last time for overwork?"
"He looks really worried." "Many engineering companies have management problems, especially with temporary venues like this. Don't artists often fall off the lifts?" "Black-hearted entertainment companies, hahh."
"There's no news that D agency can't capture kkkkkk" "Why is it released so quickly this time? Shouldn't these two people's status be reserved for next year's New Year couple?" "Male idols are only in two states: dating or undiscovered"
"I also broke my arm, but GD was not with me TT" "VIP's mentality collapsed, isn't he going to come back soon, why is he in a relationship hh" "Lia
Kim is a talented producer, and he and GD are completely on par. "We came out of the recording site, not from home. If your mentality is so easily broken, don't even listen to the song."
"Which episode is this from? Can you air it soon?" "I want to watch +1" "Brother, I will cover my eyes and continue listening to the song, sob sob sob" "He looks so upset" ... *
The news spread overnight, and Quan Zhilong woke up from a nightmare. Worried about pressing on her injured hand in the middle of the night, he simply made a bed on the floor under the bed.
The moment he opened his eyes, the room was completely dark. The tightly closed curtains blocked out every ray of light. He lay there, his heart pounding like a drum.
In his dream, he heard the shrill sirens of ambulances, the dazzling operating lights, and her pale, bloodless face. He knew something was wrong with him.
She was clearly still talking to him as they got into the ambulance, but he felt as if every cell in his body was screaming in fear, and it took almost all his strength to stop himself from jumping out of the car and escaping.
He lay stiffly in the darkness until his heartbeat slowly slowed, and he listened to her steady breathing not far away. That was a dream. This was reality.
I checked my phone and saw it was only six in the morning. After a moment's hesitation, I quietly got up and left the room.
Yesterday's hospital visit was such a big deal that it made the news. As soon as Han Ji-ran heard Lia was injured, she wanted to personally make soup and send it over. Even after he stopped her, she persisted and sent him the recipe. She also bought a bunch of ingredients online and had them shipped to the Cheongdam-dong apartment.
Although she knew her son's proficiency in the kitchen, Ms. Han still believed that love could conquer all difficulties. So, half an hour later, Lia smelled a burnt smell in her dream.
Half asleep, she thought there was a fire, but the next second, the smoke alarm went off.
She suddenly opened her eyes and tried to sit up immediately, but her stiff right arm was pinned to her chest. She struggled to support herself with her intact left arm and hurriedly ran into the living room with her slippers clacking.
In the open kitchen, Quan Zhilong sat at the stove, spatula in one hand and flipping through his phone with the other. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his light blond hair, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. A beautiful woman, a beautiful view.
If it weren't for that damn alarm, that inappropriate smell of burning, and his flustered, stiff, and tense back. Lia couldn't help but pick up her phone and snap a picture. After taking the picture, she took a few steps forward and looked—cough.
He is really skilled and courageous.
Two pots stood prominently on the stove, allowing him to work from both sides. In the deep pot, a clear chicken broth simmered, with slices of ginger and scallions floating on the surface. Occasionally, a rising bubble would push a chicken leg bone out of the broth. In the shallow pot, a few pieces of kimchi pancakes, charred black and sticking to the pan, curled up from the bottom edge.
"Wow... is it Fairy Quan and the Golden Woodcutter?" She stretched out her intact left hand, picked up the soup spoon on the stove, stirred the soup in the deep pot, and started to tease. Then she couldn't help but glance sideways at the place outside the stove -
"Why are you awake so early?" Quan Zhilong was carefully using a spatula to lift the edge of the pancake and was about to flip it over. He quickly turned around and kissed her on the lips, then immediately turned back to save his pancake.
Lia was speechless, silently glancing at the siren whose voice had been hoarse. When people are panicking, they tend to tune out surrounding noises. "I smell something," she said, complimenting him readily. "As expected, men are sexier in the kitchen."
Quan Zhilong's ears flushed as he realized she had just mentioned "The Fairy and the Woodcutter." He simply turned off the fire, put down the spatula, and took her in his arms, leading her to the dining table. "Sit and wait for me. It'll be ready soon."
Confidence is a man's greatest weapon. — Half an hour later, only half a pot of clear chicken soup had been successfully served. When a person's talents are maximized in some areas, they may fall short in others. After taking a sip, both of them looked troubled.
——It looks like chicken bath water. "Well, the recipe my mom gave me is a bit strange." Quan Zhilong's face was hot. "Want to eat ramen?" If you don't consider nutrition, he... is good at cooking ramen.
Lia clumsily scooped up a spoonful with her left hand and took another sip, feeling she could hold on. "It's okay, I like it very much," she praised without batting an eyelid, even taking a bite of the chicken. "Are you going to the company later?"
"Well, I have an album meeting coming up... and the show recording is starting next week." "The Song Festival, who do you want to team up with this year?" "Hmm... keep it a secret."
"Can't you be with me? I want to be with Obado." I don't know if it was because of the injury, but the words of dependence came out of his mouth half-jokingly.
The production team of the Song Festival had also invited her, but unfortunately she couldn't find a suitable time, so she had to decline with regret. Quan Zhilong's heart skipped a beat. He knew she was joking, but the composure he had maintained since yesterday suddenly collapsed.
"...I'm sorry," he whispered. Lia was startled. "I'm not complaining. It's not like Oppa's first day being this busy." She waved her only good left hand repeatedly, afraid he would misunderstand. It was even worse.
He lowered his eyes, staring intently at the bowl of chicken soup. It seemed like there wasn't just one thing he felt sorry for. He felt sorry for not being able to take care of her, sorry for not having time to be with her, sorry for always being so petty...
My mind was a mess, and I had no idea where my emotions were coming from. It was like I was suddenly pulled back into that night, and those suppressed, spreading black branches finally broke through the ground again.
Lia had meant it to be a joke, but the look on his face startled her. Something was wrong with him. And not just today.
From the moment she got in the ambulance, her face was awful. The doctor had clearly said she only had a broken bone, but he heard it as if she had some terminal illness. ...Ambulance. — Almost immediately, she realized what was wrong.
That illegitimate incident. It wasn't over at all. Her heart felt like something was gripping her. She stood up, walked around the table to him, then suddenly leaned over and clumsily put an arm around his shoulders.
Her right arm was fixed, preventing her from getting any closer. It was more like a loose arm draped over her than a hug. But no one found the posture strange.
He obediently rested his head in her arms and said "I'm sorry" again. It was like being trapped in a recurring nightmare, opening his eyes to a blinding light. The stretcher's wheels echoed against the ground, and on it lay the unresponsive lover.
Tired. Tired of not being able to prevent the accident, tired of feeling powerless to help her pain, tired of not even being able to control her emotions.
Like a runaway train, if he restrained himself too much, he would be further away from her, but if he wasn't careful, he would be doomed. He couldn't even express this fear.
"...It was an accident." She patted his back awkwardly, trying to comfort him. "I'm definitely not going to die." He shook his head. No, it was more than that. "...You're going to leave."
It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke. Syllables, one by one, seemed to be forced from between his lips and teeth. He didn't look up at her, as if he was simply stating a fact calmly. Death was merely the most violent form.
In reality, death wasn't necessary. If one day she stopped liking him, it would also mean he would lose her forever. Nothing lasted forever. This was his true fear.
Perhaps he'd been silent for too long, or perhaps she'd finally heard his voice. "I'm scared, too." Like a ray of light suddenly shining through the silence, she spoke suddenly. Without a beginning or an end, he shuddered.
"Because I liked you so much, I didn't know how to get along with you at first." "I was afraid that one day you wouldn't like me anymore, and I was also afraid that I might be the one to give up."
"So, strangely enough, I found a brief moment of comfort in a relationship pretending to be friends." Like a warrior, she calmly cut open her chest and took out her beating heart. "I once pondered what love really is."
"Because it's not a functional need, there's no way to find a way to make people feel at ease."
"Maybe nothing is eternal. Even if I say I love you, it is only at this moment. And the moment of admission is the beginning of the demise of love." "Oppa, are you talking about this?" My heart felt like it was hit by something.
She had seen through his trick. He was pretending to be a calm and composed adult, but in reality he was trembling with fear, a coward's trick. He raised his head stiffly and tried to meet her eyes.
"...Yeah." He finally managed to squeeze out a syllable from his throat. It was like a complete defeat. He could barely control his expression. "What if I said that even if love fades, we will always be together?"
As if unaware of the significance of the promise she had made, she simply stroked his hair gently, as if asking, "What do you want to eat today?" Even if they weren't lovers. Even if their love would fade.
She said they would always be together. After a long silence that felt like a century, he finally nodded. "Yeah."
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