Chapter 145 Chapter 145
"GD-san, if you had to use one word to describe yourself, what would it be?" The host asked the question with a smile on his face. Although the question was in Japanese, in order to make the whole process smoother,
The magazine had specially arranged for an interviewer who spoke Korean. Quan Zhilong lowered his head, thought for a moment, and slowly uttered two words: "Guan Zhong." The well-trained host was visibly stunned. He couldn't help but laugh. That's right, Guan Zhong.
If there's one thing that's absolutely indispensable in Kwon Ji-yong's life, it's love. He needs love, lots and lots of it.
Since childhood, he has made no secret of his desire to perform: whether it was when he was taken by Han Jilan to participate in various performances, or later when he became an artist, welcoming the applause of the audience under the lights - others chased fame or money,
And his most primitive and obsessive desire, from the beginning to the end, was love. "I'll do whatever it takes to get someone's attention, that's probably what it means." He lowered his eyes slightly, as if choosing his words. "Whether it's work or love,
I always want everyone's attention to be on me." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Just like now, your attention is on me, and I feel very happy."
His gaze was direct and piercing, creating a sense of monopolization. The host lost focus slightly, nearly forgetting his next line. "Just kidding," he laughed again, seemingly oblivious to his previous gaffe, resolving her dilemma.
Most of the staff on site didn't understand Korean and assumed the host was nervous and had stalled. Komatsu Nana didn't understand either. Seeing the two people going back and forth, she secretly resolved to study Korean hard when she got home.
During halftime, he leaned against the sidelines, scrolling through his phone, his expression withdrawn and somewhat aloof. When the makeup artist who had touched up his makeup finally left, Komatsu Nana took a deep breath and quickly walked over.
"...GD-senpai." Her unrefined English only exacerbated her anxiety. He looked up with some surprise, then relaxed when he saw it was her. "What's up?" He put down his phone and smiled politely.
She took a deep breath and clenched the phone in her palm. If she didn't speak up now, she didn't know when the next chance would be.
The sound of her heartbeat seemed to be infinitely amplified, and she tried hard to keep her voice from trembling: "Can... I add you on SNS?" SNS is not completely private and has stronger social attributes. It is not uncommon for artists to add each other after collaborating.
This was her choice, carefully considered. While it crossed a line, it wasn't so abrupt as to be impolite. She also intended to keep an eye on his public updates. It didn't seem too incongruous. She held her breath, waiting for a response.
Quan Zhilong didn't look surprised. He maintained his friendly smile and looked at her intently for two seconds, as if he could see through her thoughts. The next moment, his eyes barely noticed, passing over her shoulder and looking behind her.
Nana Komatsu's heart tightened, but she didn't notice this detail, secretly assuming that he was deliberating for two seconds. He quickly looked away, lowered his head to fiddle with his phone, and handed the screen to her: "Just lose."
She could hardly believe it, her fingertips cold. She tried several times to dial the correct account: NANA KOMATSU, and then handed the phone back to him. Just as she was about to say something else, he suddenly stood up and took two steps forward.
She was startled and followed his gaze. Several people were approaching. She recognized the one in the lead; he was Quan Zhilong's bodyguard, and behind him... "Lia—" He called out to her.
It was clearly just a single word, but the tone was completely different from before. It wasn't the politeness of an interview, nor the politeness and warmth toward her, but rather a subconscious familiarity and intimacy. Lia Kim.
Before her brain could react, she realized who it was. The rumored... rumored girlfriend. No, now I think she should be called a real girlfriend. Watching him embrace the girl without hesitation, she thought bitterly.
Perhaps he agreed to add her as a friend out of kindness. Judging from the distance they had just walked, Lia had already seen them before she spoke. "Wow, wow, wow, S-country--"
Lia was walking over with a man who looked about the same age as her. He was looking around excitedly and uttering something in broken Japanese from time to time.
"This is my girlfriend, Lia-san." Kwon Ji-yong approached, holding her hand. She gave him a friendly smile. "And this is Kush, our company's producer."
Her heart sank, but a bright smile appeared on her face. "Hello, I'm Nana Komatsu, just call me Nana." * "...Next up is "Music
Station", AKB48 will bring a new single stage——" "...The Tokyo Stock Exchange closed today, and the Nikkei index fell 130 points——"
"...Your skin deserves better care, Shiseido's new--" Inside the hotel's executive suite, the TV screen flickered, from the stock market to advertisements, from variety shows to news.
Quan Zhilong pressed the remote control with one hand, quickly changing channels out of boredom. On the small table beside the bed was a plain envelope he had just taken out of his luggage. On it was written "To Lia Kim" in neat handwriting.
The sound of running water in the bathroom almost completely absorbed his attention. The Japanese voice on the TV quickly entered one ear and exited the other. That's right, he had deliberately given that person his contact information during the day on the set.
He curled his lips, turned off the TV, picked up the letter, and his eyes fell on the small "To Lia Kim".
It all started out funny: backstage at a compilation concert, he received two letters from a famous male artist, asking him to "pass them on to Lia Kim." Two letters. Asking him to pass them on.
This matter is unreasonable from any perspective, whether it is the fact that someone asked him to help forward a letter despite his image of being aloof from strangers, or the limited scope of the news that he is Lia Kim's official boyfriend.
He finally realized the problem—because his girlfriend kept a low profile, the outside world assumed she was single. And he was probably just a "senior at the company" with whom she had a good relationship.
One of the two letters was left in his apartment in Seoul, while the other was in his pocket and accidentally brought to Japan. Following basic principles, he didn't open either letter without permission, but he still felt very upset.
The way he'd described himself that day was actually quite accurate: "Guan Zhong." He knew his girlfriend would be upset, but he still gave her his contact information in front of her. He couldn't justify his actions.
Although he could still pretend before, his girlfriend's growing popularity and the reality that they could not see each other for a long time made his possessiveness more and more intense.
Perhaps there was also a hint of confidence in her—she had said she would never leave him. He had never wanted a gentle fondness, but a love so intense it could completely engulf him. Only looking at him, only responding to him.
Only in that kind of gaze could he confirm his existence. The bathroom door was pushed open, and Lia came out, drying her hair.
He put the letter down and walked over, casually taking the fluffy towel and wrapping it around her wet hair. He recalled Ji-eun's technique while clumsily massaging her through the towel. Lia shook her head slightly, meaning she didn't need his services.
Quan Zhilong paused. Sure enough, the problem that hadn't surfaced on set was now resurfacing. "Nana-san?" She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him calmly. His heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement—she truly cared.
"I'm sorry." He admitted his mistake honestly and leaned over to place a kiss on her forehead. "It's just—" He hesitated and didn't say that he did it on purpose. "She's just a fan."
Lia didn't respond, her expression calm, as if waiting for him to continue. He bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder, with a bit of coquettish uneasiness: "You know, I won't contact her." She sighed softly.
Quan Zhilong picked up the towel again and gently stroked her hair, with a clear hint of flattery. "Oppa, don't do this next time." She frowned. She didn't like this feeling. Jealous, out of control.
"Yeah." He replied, then complained, "Someone asked me to deliver a letter to you." "What letter?" "I didn't open it." He increased the strength of his hand dissatisfiedly, "There's another one left in Seoul."
"Just refuse directly next time. If it's about collaboration, you can send it to Jihye-unnie's email." Kwon Ji-yong muttered, "Hmm." He suddenly felt a little guilty.
Within her capabilities, she always offered complete certainty. Even though she was busy, she still found time to fly over to see him today. Compared to that, her childish behavior today was like that of a preschooler.
He didn't know why, but lately, his gentle and considerate nature had completely vanished in front of his girlfriend. He diligently massaged her, trying to make amends, and then blew her hair dry.
When going to bed, Lia seemed to be in a better mood and changed the subject: "How do you feel about winning the Best CP Award?" He was talking about the award he and Hyungdon won after filming the "Music Festival" not long ago.
He also found it a little funny: "Hmm... Maybe Hyungdon is the love of my life." Lia simply pulled away from his arms: "Oh? Then I'll go back tomorrow."
"I was wrong--" He raised his hands in surrender and hugged the person back, "Aren't we going to Tokyo Tower with Kush tomorrow?" Kush has not been enthusiastic about work recently and insisted on flying over with him, crying and shouting that he wanted to go to Tokyo Tower.
She snorted, pretending to be angry, but didn't say anything else. Perhaps she was a little sleepy, so she snuggled into his arms again and didn't move, her breathing gradually becoming heavier. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Quan Zhilong suddenly spoke again.
"...Shall we get married?"
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