The Devotion of Suspect Mina

Chapter 101 The Devotion of Suspect Mina (1)

On Saturday morning, Kim Da-hyun was casually drawing on the sofa when she received Jung Do-hoon's message.

She has good painting skills. Although she is relatively slow, she paints the scenery in her heart stroke by stroke, which she enjoys very much.

The phone screen lit up, and she picked it up casually for a quick glance. A drop of ink from the brush fell onto the hem of her white dress.

Dahyun hurriedly got up to wipe herself, but couldn't help checking the message from Jung Do-hoon.

It's a positioning.

[Recorder Do-hoon: Is 6 PM convenient tonight?]

He even sent me the parking directions and elevator location.

It's a music restaurant located on the top floor of a building in Yeouido, and reservations are usually required in advance.

Kim Da-hyun stared at the message for a long time, completely unaware that the ink had already smeared on her white gauze dress.

When he said "Let's meet again next time" at the hospital entrance last time, she initially thought it was just a polite remark, but out of spite, she tried sending him a message yesterday.

Surprisingly, it wasn't.

Zheng Daoxun was a man who spoke with great tact, making it difficult to distinguish between polite words and earnest ones. In retrospect, however, every single one of his statements was sincere.

She picked up her phone, but instead of replying to Jung Do-hoon immediately, she opened her chat with Minatozaki Sana first.

[Unnie, how was your week? Did you get enough rest?]

Sana Minatozaki replied quickly, her voice carrying an undisguised sense of frustration: "It's alright, just a bit boring being home alone. Are you free this weekend? How about we go out together?"

Kim Da-hyun listened to the voice message, biting her lip slightly.

She typed a line, then deleted it. She typed it again, then deleted it again.

It's better not to let Sana Minatozaki know that she and Do-hoon Jung have made plans to have dinner together.

I'm going to my grandma's this weekend, maybe we can go together next time!

After sending the message, she put her phone in her bag and went to the dressing room to pick out an outfit.

A beige tank top paired with a plaid skirt.

Bring a light black jacket too, with a stand-up collar and a ring of silver snap buttons, which she bought in Japan last time.

It's June now, but considering we're eating on the top floor of a skyscraper, it'll be nice to have some warmth and protection from the wind if it gets cold.

Time flew by and evening arrived. Dahyun, considering she might drink some beer or something, specifically took a taxi over.

The open-air music restaurant is located on the top floor of the tallest building in Yeouido. As soon as the elevator doors open, the early summer evening breeze carries the aroma of grilled meat and the sound of acoustic guitar strings.

The sky was transitioning from orange-red to deep blue, and the Han River cast a silver-gray arc of light in the distance.

Guests sat scattered on the terrace in twos and threes, some holding wine glasses and watching the sunset, others swaying their shoulders gently to the music.

Although this isn't the kind of upscale restaurant where you have to sit up straight, this secret corner, discovered by chance in the middle of the city, gives off a more subtle atmosphere.

The only drawback is—

Jung Do-hoon said he would bring his sister to eat with him.

But it's not exactly a bad thing.

When Kim Da-hyun arrived, Jung Do-hoon was already there.

He chose a spot near the railing, where the view was best. He was wearing a blue jersey and white casual pants, and his hair was no longer the sleek, assertive slicked-back style he used to have, but rather a loose, natural fringe.

He was bending over, lighting the charcoal fire with the help of the staff, and did not notice Kim Da-hyun's arrival.

It was the girl in the wheelchair next to him who noticed Kim Da-hyun first, and smiled at her with narrowed eyes.

I specifically looked up Kim Da-hyun before she came, but she looks even smaller in person than in photos. Her facial features don't have much in common with Jung Do-hoon, and their auras are completely different.

If Jung Do-hoon is the kind of cheetah with a strong sense of purpose and high action, then if you get to know him well, you might discover a completely different side of him. Of course, this is just Kim Da-hyun's hunch, and she doesn't know if it's accurate.

The girl, on the other hand, was like a little black cat, keeping her distance from people.

"Da-hyun." Jung Do-hoon stood up and pulled out a chair for her. "This is my sister, Ah-hyun. Ah-hyun, this is Kim Da-hyun."

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When Kim Da-hyun sat down, she made eye contact with Ya-hyun.

Jung Do-hoon sat to Ya-hyun's left, but Kim Da-hyun did not sit in the right seat that Ya-hyun had reserved for her; instead, she sat next to Jung Do-hoon.

"Ya-Hsien is so cute." The tone was sincere.

"Thank you, unnie," Ya-hsien replied politely, her smile sweet, but she didn't seem particularly eager to chat. "Oppa, could you hurry up and grill it—"

"I'm already using both hands, how can I be faster?" Zheng Daoxun raised his eyebrows.

"I'm starving!"

Kim Da-hyun watched the siblings bickering, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

She took the initiative to pick up the tongs and spread a slice of pork belly flat on the baking tray, the fat making a soft popping sound as it heated up.

Jung Do-hoon gently pinched Kim Da-hyun's sleeve and rolled it up a little for her: "Be careful not to get your clothes dirty."

After he finished, he continued to bicker with Ya-hsien, completely unaware that Kim Da-hyun's wrist stiffened for a moment.

The meat sizzled on the grill, the aroma of the fat mingling with the evening breeze.

Ya Xian ate with the most focused attention, her cheeks bulging, seemingly oblivious to the conversation between the two adults, or perhaps simply uninterested.

Or perhaps—she simply listened silently. Only when she occasionally heard something interesting would Zheng Yaxian reluctantly lift her eyelids.

Kim Da-hyun flipped a piece of beef tongue and casually asked Jung Do-hoon, "The secretary is usually so busy working overtime, yet he still manages to take his sister out to eat on the weekend. His time management skills are quite good."

Was he praising himself? Zheng Daoxun's eyelids twitched; he didn't think it was anything good.

But Kim Da-hyun isn't a famous actress, so she doesn't give off a sarcastic or ironic vibe.

Jung Do-hoon didn't answer, but picked up the scissors and cut the pork belly into small pieces, saying to Kim Da-hyun, "Ya-hyun is getting bored staying at home every day, we need to take her out for a walk."

Ya Xian glanced at him silently—

He's clearly using Ya Xian as a shield.

However, at least Ya Xian did not object to his behavior.

It's better than Jung Do-hoon going out to eat alone with Kim Da-hyun, especially in a music restaurant with a great atmosphere.

Kim Da-hyun smiled and placed the grilled meat into Ya-hsien's bowl: "When will Ya-hsien officially debut?"

"It was originally scheduled for the second half of the year, but now it depends on the recovery situation." Zheng Daoxun used tongs to flip the mushrooms on the baking tray. "Don't let her usual cheerful demeanor fool you, she's actually more anxious than anyone else."

"What am I anxious about? I'm not anxious at all—" Ya-Hsien interjected.

"Who was it that secretly looked at the choreography posted by the members? And was even thinking of learning the upper body movements first?"

"Who is it? I don't know them! It's not me."

"Ya-Hsien, there's no need to act tough in front of Oppa, is there?"

Kim Da-hyun felt that Jung Do-hoon and Ya-hyun's relationship was much closer than she had imagined.

The frequency and rhythm of their bickering were just right.

"What about Dahyun-i?" Jung Do-hoon brought the conversation back to the main topic. "Are TWICE's schedules going to get really busy lately?"

How did you know?

"I asked casually."

Kim Da-hyun picked up a slice of pork belly, placed it on a lettuce leaf, and slowly rolled it up. "The clerk seems quite interested in our company's schedule."

"It's necessary for work."

Is it really necessary for work?

"Misamo might be a bit busy, as he's releasing his first Japanese album next month."

"Masterpiece?"

"Dohoon-i—don't you know a little too much?"

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