Peninsula: The young master is poor and doesn't want to date.

Chapter 92 Living with a Beautiful Girl

"Oppa, are you crazy?"

After expressing her feelings, Kim Jisoo continued.

"I asked around about this house. This area is full of upscale residences, not those cheap houses crammed onto a hillside. It's a two-story detached house. How much rent did you pay per month?"

"It'll cost at least five million, right?"

"You just got a new job, how can you spend money like this!"

She put her hands on her hips and became more and more excited as she spoke.

Do you even know what five million means?

"You only made two million a month working at the convenience store. How much will you earn in your new job?"

"Even if it's more expensive than a convenience store, you can't waste money like this."

"Oppa, don't think you can spend money recklessly just because you have some income now. The cost of living in Seoul is very high. You need to save money and plan ahead..."

Good grief, he hasn't even gotten angry yet, but you, Kim Jisoo, are already lecturing him.

"Jisoo, listen to me..."

"Canceling the lease is fine, we'll just find a semi-basement. The place Mi-yeon and I lived in only cost 300,000 won a month, that's within our budget. Oppa, if you don't cancel, Mi-yeon and I will move out tonight."

When Kim Jisoo said this, she held her chin high and her eyes widened.

She genuinely felt she was helping a poor guy who didn't know anything about finances, saving him money and helping him plan his finances.

This sincere, heartfelt expression of concern for others made Li Zhengyi want to scold him but unable to open his mouth.

He reached out and gently pressed Kim Jisoo's forehead, pushing her back slightly.

"First of all, this is not rented."

Kim Jisoo's forehead was pressed down by him, but her mouth was still free to speak.

"Not rented? Then what is it? Is it borrowed? You have such rich friends in Seoul? It can't be my jerk cousin, can it? He said he recently invested in a big project and is so broke that he has to borrow money from me for gas..."

"This is what I bought."

Kim Jisoo finally stopped talking.

She blinked twice, then frowned.

"Oppa, don't lie to me."

Li Zhengyi released his hand from her forehead, took a brown paper document bag from the coffee table drawer, and placed it on the dining table.

The document bag contained the purchase contract.

Every page was stamped and signed; it was a thick stack of genuine products.

"I really bought this. Would you like to see the property certificate?"

Kim Jisoo did not receive the contract.

She just stared at his face, as if trying to find evidence of a joke in his expression.

Then she slowly picked up the contract, opened it, and stared at the densely packed terms and numbers.

Her gaze fell on a number.

"Five hundred and seventy million..."

"A 30-year mortgage. The initial deposit is 57 million, the installments are a little over 200 million, and the final payment is 385 million. KB Bank, annual interest rate of 3.8%. The monthly payment is 1.81 million, which is just a fraction of my current income."

Li Zhengyi calmly recited the expenses for buying the house, and added a sentence.

"My new job pays really well."

Kim Jisoo held the contract, turned a page, then turned back, then turned another page.

Her expression changed several times in a very short period of time.

Shocked to confused.

From confusion to reflection.

She put down the contract and looked at Li Zhengyi.

"Oppa, forget about the monthly payments, where are you going to get so much money for the down payment?"

Li Zhengyi took a business card out of the inside pocket of his suit and placed it on top of the contract.

It has a matte black base, silver hot stamping, and embossed details, and it's quite heavy.

Li Zhengyi, Executive Director of Supernova Entertainment.

"I've made a little money from investments over the past two years. I'm now the managing director of this company. This house isn't a huge burden for me."

He leaned back in his chair, not to show off, but rather to restrain himself.

He didn't dare reveal his actual assets, for fear of scaring Kim Ji-soo.

Kim Jisoo looked at the business card, then at the contract, and then at him.

Then her eyes reddened.

It wasn't anger, nor was it the rage of being deceived.

It was an emotion that Li Zhengyi had never anticipated.

Distressed.

She looked at him with heartache, her lips pressed into a thin line, and tears welling up in her eyes.

"So Oppa has been working so hard all this time... Not only does he have to work the night shift at the convenience store, but he also secretly makes investments to earn money. He invests during the day and works at the convenience store at night, so he probably hasn't had a proper night's sleep at all?"

Li Zhengyi fell silent.

He was thinking about how to explain, "Actually, I invest in overseas markets during my night shift."

But Kim Jisoo has clearly succeeded in convincing herself.

She believes the man has been working two jobs for the past two years.

While working the night shift at the convenience store, he also runs a side business during the day.

He saved up enough money through investments and working, and now he's finally made it big.

This reasoning process is completely wrong.

But the conclusion is correct.

A smile finally appeared on Kim Jisoo's face.

"But that's great, Oppa doesn't have to live in that tiny room anymore. That room was so small, it was drafty in winter and stuffy in summer. Every time I went to see you, Aunt Lin from next door would stare at me for ages. Oppa, you have such a big house now."

She stood up, walked up to Li Zhengyi, and looked at him intently.

"Oppa, I'll pay the rent."

Li Zhengyi reached out and pressed her forehead, pushing her away from him.

"You can talk like that after you debut and make money. Don't mention money before you debut. Also, if you get distracted by other things and fail to debut, I'll kick your ass."

Kim Jisoo didn't flinch when he pressed her forehead; instead, she smiled with her eyes narrowed.

She really liked this gesture.

Rubbing hair, pressing forehead, pushing face away—these seemingly rough little actions are all signals of closeness in her eyes.

Oppa would never touch someone he doesn't know well like that.

He would only politely say "thank you," "okay," and "goodbye" to people he didn't know well.

Only with her would he press her forehead and push her away.

This, on the contrary, allowed her to feel the warmth of those large hands.

"Okay, okay, so after I debut, can I be the spokesperson for Oppa's company? A friendly price, just a tiny bit cheaper than the market price, really just a tiny bit!"

Li Zhengyi released his grip.

"You need to debut successfully first."

Kim Jisoo chuckled and continued serving the dishes.

As she passed by Zhao Meiyan, she whispered, "See? I told you Oppa wasn't a bad person."

Zhao Meiyan's expression did not soften in the slightest.

She gave a polite smile, and then deliberately kept a one-meter distance from me as we passed each other.

Li Zheng just assumed they were strangers and was instinctively wary of unfamiliar men.

At 11 p.m., the house finally quieted down.

Kim Ji-soo and Cho Mi-yeon's room is at the other end of the second-floor corridor.

Next door is Ding Lilan's room.

As Li Zhengyi's bodyguard, and occasionally acting as his driver and assistant, it's normal for them to live together.

Ding Lilan didn't go home today. She said she went to her father's place to help with some things and would come back tomorrow.

So now, there are only three people in this house.

Li Zhengyi lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He bought the house, but he was thinking about a more practical issue.

How could he make Ding Lilan understand that "finding them a place to stay" and "bringing them directly to my house" were two completely different things?

I need to learn to correctly understand what my superiors mean in the future.

Forget it.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

the next morning.

Li Zheng went to the bathroom as soon as he got up.

He was still half asleep, his mind replaying yesterday's meeting with Han Shuyan.

When the woman heard that he wanted to invest in a fantasy drama and a crime film, her first reaction was to raise her eyebrows and say, "Your taste is better than I thought."

Then I spent the whole afternoon arguing with him about script selection and market positioning.

He walked to the bathroom door, grasped the doorknob, and turned it open.

The bathroom was steamy; someone had just taken a shower...