Chapter 59

Yoo Ri pulled the apartment key out of Lee Jong's clothing pocket and, with great effort, dragged him into the apartment.

"Uncle, how much did you drink…." The smell of alcohol from Lee Jong was overwhelming for Yoo Ri.

Yoo Ri finally managed to lay Lee Jong on the bed, took off his outer clothes, and covered him with a blanket. She was so exhausted that she collapsed onto the floor.

After resting for a while, Yoo Ri stood up and looked at the still deeply asleep Lee Jong. "Uncle, can I take a look around your apartment?" she asked him.

"Okay, silence means yes," Yoo Ri said playfully. In Lee Jong's bedroom, the first thing Yoo Ri noticed was the messy manuscript on the desk.

"Let's see what's here," Yoo Ri flipped through the drafts on the table. Many of them were scattered, with various paragraphs and scenes, but no complete long story.

"It seems this is Uncle's script? But how does Uncle find what he wrote?" Yoo Ri wondered.

"Since I can't sleep anyway, I'll help Uncle organize the drafts!" Yoo Ri glanced at the sleeping Lee Jong, "Uncle will definitely be grateful to me." Yoo Ri started to work.

It turned out that S&M Entertainment had given Girls' Generation a three-day break, from New Year's Eve to the third day of the New Year, with the fourth day being the official start of their promotional activities.

Yoo Ri was originally staying at home, and after her debut, she hadn't seen her parents for a long time. However, on the morning of the second day, she had an argument with her brother. Yoo Ri felt that Girls' Generation was in a rising phase, so she didn't want to take the college entrance exam this year and planned to take a break until Girls' Generation's status was stable. Her brother, on the other hand, advised her to consider her own future and not to waste her prospects.

As they argued, their old habits resurfaced, and they started fighting. When her parents learned the reason for the argument, they sided with her brother. Yoo Ri, in a fit of anger, left for Seoul early.

After wandering the streets for the afternoon, her mood improved slightly. She had a big meal in the evening, but when she returned, she found Lee Jong completely drunk.

After a long time of cleaning, Yoo Ri raised her head and relaxed her aching shoulders. "Uncle's drafts are so messy, with many contents not matching. Luckily, I'm smart and found Uncle's markings," Yoo Ri thought to herself.

Lee Jong had a habit of writing down his inspirations as they came, regardless of where they fit, and then linking them to the appropriate script or plot. He would number each section from one to twenty-five, meaning he had over twenty scripts, both complete and incomplete. Even if only a few were complete, the incomplete ones had ideas that could be developed with time.

Yoo Ri was also surprised by the number of scripts. She wondered how Lee Jong could come up with so many stories. Some of the stories were so incredible that she marveled at his genius.

"Thirsty... water... thirsty... water..." At this moment, Lee Jong seemed to be experiencing the effects of a hangover and started asking for water.

"Ah!" Yoo Ri quickly went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for Lee Jong. Lee Jong, whether awake or still asleep, drank the water in one go and then casually took off his shirt, followed by his undershirt. Before Yoo Ri could react, Lee Jong started to take off his pants.

"Ah..." Yoo Ri quickly turned around, but she couldn't help thinking about the muscles she had seen on Lee Jong's upper body—two pectoral muscles, eight abs, and even a V-line. It was a very attractive physique, and she blushed as she thought about it.

Lee Jong, after taking off his pants, was left in his underwear, curled up like a shrimp and fell asleep.

Yoo Ri, hearing no more noise, turned around and saw how Lee Jong was sleeping, and she chuckled.

"You really treat me like a maid... Actually, Uncle Lee is quite handsome!" Yoo Ri whispered, looking at Lee Jong's sleeping face.

Because Lee Jong had to appear on a show, he had kept his previous hairstyle, which made him look exceptionally handsome. Yoo Ri, looking at him, gradually knelt in front of the bed, wanting to touch his face. But just as she was about to touch him, she pulled back her hand, "Just once, I'll just touch once, Uncle won't know," she tried to convince herself.

After hesitating, Yoo Ri finally made up her mind, touched Lee Jong's face, and quickly withdrew her hand, watching his reaction vigilantly. Lee Jong was still sound asleep.

"Uncle's mustache is so unique!" Yoo Ri touched Lee Jong's mustache again, and seeing no reaction from him, her courage grew.

"Uncle's abs are so well-defined, and he even has a V-line. I wish I could touch them," Yoo Ri blushed, looking at the curled-up Lee Jong.

"Just once, just once, Uncle won't know," Yoo Ri hypnotized herself and reached her hand into the blanket covering Lee Jong.

Just as Yoo Ri's hand touched the V-line, Lee Jong suddenly turned over, scaring her so much that she jumped and ran out of the apartment.

"Ah, I'm so scared!" Yoo Ri, feeling guilty, patted her not-so-small chest.

Looking at the closed door she had just rushed out of, Yoo Ri was frustrated. She had left her backpack and down jacket behind and now had to go back to her dorm. Fortunately, she still had her key in her pocket, otherwise, where would she go in the middle of the night...

"Ouch, headache..." Lee Jong, suffering from a hangover, had a splitting headache.

He looked around and realized he was in his apartment. His memory from the previous day only went up to crawling to the door, and then it was a blank. Lee Jong got up, found himself sleeping naked, and wobbled to the kitchen to get a glass of water, which he drank in one go.

He then returned to the bedroom and lay down, but as he casually looked around, he suddenly froze, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lee Jong quickly got up and rushed to the desk, where he saw the neatly organized drafts. He felt dizzy. How much did I drink yesterday? What happened?

At that moment, Lee Jong remembered seeing a white piece of clothing on the living room table, which didn't belong to him. He ran out of the bedroom and saw that it was a woman's down jacket.

"Ah, did I do something??" Lee Jong, looking at his attire, a pair of underwear, suddenly realized, did I do something? But who is this woman? The people from yesterday were all drunk, it couldn't be them. Who else could it be?

Confused, Lee Jong picked up the jacket to see if there was any identification. He then noticed a backpack below.

Lee Jong opened the backpack and took out a wallet. Inside was an ID card with a clear photo and a name. Lee Jong was surprised. How could it be her—Yoo Ri.