PDLP Chapter 19 Physical Contact
Chapter 19 Physical Contact
"Hello, clerk, I'm Karina, the captain of aespa..."
Liu Zhimin expressed her gratitude at length, but Zheng Daoxun merely nodded politely and didn't hear the rest of her words.
It's all just platitudes, why take it seriously?
Jung Do-hoon also knew another girl group leader, who spoke much more sincerely than Yoo Ji-min.
However, she was in Seoul and couldn't come to Indonesia due to a scheduling conflict with Itzy.
In their past lives, the two were close friends, but now they should only be considered friends with some contact—probably the kind who can be invited to visit each other's homes.
As for Yoo Ji-min, if she knew that Jung Do-hoon might use the Busan Expo ambassador title that was originally going to be given to her for his own purposes, she probably wouldn't have greeted him with such a smile.
"Nice to meet you, it's all part of my job." Jung Do-hoon stood up and shook hands with her. After she left with Kim Min-jung, he sat down again. He no longer intended to continue talking about work with Bae Dong-young, and he cleared away his plates to leave.
Xueyun had finished eating and followed the two of them toward the elevator, while Mingjingnan stayed in the restaurant, seemingly waiting for someone.
The wait for the elevator was extremely long, but before it arrived, there was some good news that relieved all three of them.
The heavy rain stopped by evening, and transportation and flights are expected to resume by tomorrow morning.
Looking at the messages on his phone, Jung Do-hoon felt no relief. He had been looking forward to leaving Jakarta as soon as possible, but why did he still feel empty when he finally confirmed that he could leave?
Another face appeared before my eyes.
In the two years since his rebirth back to the age of 23, Jung Do-hoon has actually been doing quite well on his own—after completing his military service, he was assigned to the United Nations, busy with the election of non-permanent members of the Security Council, preparing materials, lobbying, and dealing with the media...
Returning to a grassroots position gives one a busy and fulfilling feeling, and the emotional void is also lessened.
Now, through a coincidental yet inevitable reunion with Sana Minatozaki, the question that had been avoiding in my heart has finally been brought to the forefront—
How should he face Minatozaki Sana?
The seven-year love affair in his previous life could have had a different ending—Jung Do-hoon resigned from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, freed himself from the constraints of public office, and married his lover.
But perhaps when love reaches a certain point, the other person's voluntary sacrifice can become a burden in the lover's heart. Before Jung Do-hoon submitted his resignation, Minatozaki Sana proposed breaking up first.
When the elevator stopped, Jung Do-hoon came to his senses and found himself all alone. Seol-yoon and Bae Dong-young had already left, and the elevator had not stopped at the ninth floor where Jung Do-hoon lived.
His gaze shifted from the downward arrow on the screen, and a woman with her head drooping barged in. She also seemed momentarily dazed upon seeing him.
"Scribe-nim."
Jung Do-hoon simply nodded slightly and took a step back, not standing side by side with Minatozaki Sana.
She was dressed in a white T-shirt and plaid trousers, clearly in pajamas, with her hair simply combed and wearing white cotton slippers from the hotel.
All the floor buttons in the elevator were off. Sana Minato glanced suspiciously at Jung Do-hoon, wondering if the clerk was asleep like her.
But he was impeccably dressed in a shirt and suit pants, and his hair was styled in a neat side part.
"Which floor are you going to?"
Zheng Daoxun realized what was happening and casually said, "Go to the first floor and get a new room key."
"That's on my way. I'll go to the first floor to have dinner with Mina," Minatozaki Sana said, brushing a stray hair from her forehead and pursing her lips. She wanted to turn her head to look at Jung Do-hoon, but then felt that such a gesture would be too deliberate. So she simply took a step back and stood side by side with Jung Do-hoon against the wall behind the elevator car, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Then their eyes met.
"Sleeves." Jung Do-hoon casually pointed, indicating that Minatozaki Sana's sleeves were turned up. Then, he stared intently at the screen in front of him, counting the layers one by one, until he finally reached the first floor.
Even the most womanizing man can't completely let go of his ex-girlfriend of seven years.
Sana Minatozaki couldn't understand what the man beside her was thinking, after all, she couldn't even figure out her own feelings.
Actually, the moment I met Jung Do-hoon, I felt inexplicably happy, but that feeling was fleeting, followed by a very complex mix of emotions—
She instinctively wanted to escape, without even knowing what she wanted to escape from, but a powerful force pulled her gaze and emotions back to Jung Do-hoon.
She clearly took melatonin before going to sleep last night, but she still had dreams. The dreams, which were originally fragmented, were still blurry, but they were gradually becoming coherent.
That never-before-seen romance began with a chance encounter at the South Korean embassy in Osaka.
Embassy, diplomats...
If these were all precognitive dreams, could they be connected to Jung Do-hoon? Or is it possible that the man was...?
"Watch out!"
When Sana Minatozaki came to her senses, she had already been pulled back a step by a force, turned around, and collapsed limply into Jung Do-hoon's arms.
Behind me, I heard the waiter's apology and the sound of a food cart rolling by.
The feeling was so familiar. She unconsciously rubbed against Zheng Daoxun's chest, but her rationality quickly returned, and her cheeks became hot.
Thankfully, she wasn't wearing makeup. It would have been so embarrassing if she had gotten foundation all over her face from Jung Do-hoon's shirt.
Sana Minatozaki, what are you doing...?
She barely dared to look up at Zheng Daoxun, only thanking him before breaking free from his grasp and shuffling off to the restaurant in her slippers.
Jung Do-hoon watched as Minatozaki Sana quickly disappeared from sight, sighed solemnly, returned to the elevator, and swiped his card again.
Is it because he's been single for too long that he's suddenly starting to panic?
In fact, Jung Do-hoon never thought of himself as a conflicted person. Even for a long time after his rebirth, he took a laissez-faire attitude towards relationships.
Finding the right person is ideal, but if not, focus on your work.
Sofia, whom Kim Young-seon mentioned earlier, was a girlfriend that Jung Do-hoon briefly dated in New York. She was a very beautiful French woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tall figure.
Both of them were very busy. Although there was substantial progress in their physical contact, their emotional progress remained stuck at the level of mutual attraction. Once the novelty wore off, they naturally chose to break up.
Taking it one step at a time is both the only rationally correct choice and an emotionally unavoidable one.
Meanwhile, in Ning Yizhuo's room, a portable mahjong set was placed on the table.
Liu Zhimin brought up the clerk she had met that morning: "Minjung, do you know that clerk named Zheng Daoxun?"
"Huh?" Kim Min-jung, who had just drawn a bad card, paused for a moment, but this time, she made good use of it, feigning annoyance: "Ichijo, unnie, why did you suddenly bring this up?"
"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that if you don't know him, shouldn't you come with me to say hello to him as a matter of courtesy?"