: I didn't lie about having feelings for you.

Chapter 89: I didn't lie about having feelings for you.

As a diplomat, Jeong Do-hoon was well-mannered and not usually a hostile person.

But Jin Zheng, this woman, really made him furious.

He drove back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, swiped his card, and went to the security office, giving the woman sitting in the chair a cold glance.

"Secretary Zheng, this Ms. Jin says she's here to see you."

He really wanted to shrug and say he didn't know her, that Kim Min-jung should take the blame for the trouble she caused.

Jung Do-hoon took a deep breath, suppressing his frustration: "She did call me before, wanting to get together with me."

"In that case, I'll return her to you." The female security guard handed Jin Zheng's identification back.

Zheng Daoxun had no intention of claiming it.

He and Jin Zheng have absolutely no connection whatsoever.

"What are you standing there for? You want to spend the night at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" Zheng Daoxun walked out without turning his head.

Jin Zheng slung her small shoulder bag over her shoulder and followed behind him with small, quick steps, not daring to utter a single word.

She really does make a lot of bad decisions when she's anxious. In the half hour she spent in the office just now, Jin Can really reflected on her mistakes and learned from them.

only----

Is it too late to apologize?

Because of her eagerness to achieve quick results, she caused Zheng Daoxun a lot of trouble.

Right now, Jung Do-hoon's favorability rating towards him must be more than negative 100, right?

"Secretary Do-hoon—" Even after the two had reached the entrance of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Kim Min-chan still couldn't find a suitable opportunity to express his apology.

"The question you asked is not something I can decide. Besides, even if I knew, I have no right to tell you." Jung Do-hoon turned around and bluntly shut down Kim Chan's words.

"No—I just want to say that I've caused such a big mess and had such a negative impact on you. How can I make amends?"

""

"Giving me some peace and quiet is the best apology you can give me." Jung Do-hoon walked towards the parking lot, but Kim Jung still refused to turn around and left, following him all the way.

He unlocked the car and even started the engine, but the girl still stood there, clutching her handbag, reluctant to leave.

Zheng Daoxun felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

So he rolled down the car window: "What exactly do you want?"

"Dohoon-i, could I treat you to dinner sometime?"

"No need for a meal. Let's get in the car—"

"How can that be? After all, I gave you—?" Kim Minchan's eyes lit up. He immediately opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened his seatbelt. "Where are we going?"

"Go to the police station." Jung Do-hoon glanced at her speechlessly. "Where's your apartment? I'll take you back."

He's too dignified; he can't bring himself to actually lose his temper with a girl.

Jung Do-hoon knew very well that Kim Chan was only concerned about the resources for the Busan Expo ambassadorship, and she wouldn't give up until she got the results.

I'll take advantage of the time I'm taking her home to make things clear to her, so I won't have to see her anymore and worry about her.

"Oh! I've added you on Kakao."

Actually, you can just give me the address.

Zheng Daoxun glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, picked up his phone, and approved the verification.

The car starts.

The carriage was so quiet that only the navigation sound could be heard.

Kim Min gripped the strap of her handbag, unsure where to look. The man's profile beside her was so cold, colder than the whirring air conditioner.

She instinctively reached her hand towards the air conditioner vent, hoping to cool down with a bit of cool air. Before her fingers even touched the fan blades, the direction of the airflow changed. Zheng Daoxun raised his hand and flicked the air conditioner's switch, moving the cold air away from her hand and directing it towards his side.

Jin Zheng was unsure whether he did it intentionally.

Did he realize she was afraid of the cold, or was he deliberately trying to antagonize her?

The carriage remained silent.

Kim Min-jung stared at the bag on his lap, his mind racing, trying to come up with a solution. He felt that every version was not good enough, and he rejected every word he uttered.

The streetlights outside the window receded one by one, and time ticked away second by second.

She knew that if she didn't say anything in those fifteen minutes, her trip tonight would be a complete waste—not just a waste, but she would also leave the worst impression.

"Recorder Dao Xun," she finally spoke.

"Um.

""

"About tonight—" She paused, swallowing back all the apologies she had prepared, "I was just too hasty."

Zheng Daoxun did not respond.

Kim Min-jung looked out the car window at the street scene: "When I saw the news, my first reaction was - isn't this talking about me?"

Then I started to get restless, and I couldn't concentrate on practicing; this was all I could think about.

As a Busan girl, I feel that being an ambassador would be something that makes my hometown people very proud.

Zheng Daoxun glanced at her.

She sighed as she finished speaking: "Actually, my father already scolded me on the phone. He said, 'How can you ask for information right away like that? You have no social experience at all.'"

He's right, I really have absolutely no social experience.

Zheng Daoxun stopped at a red light and finally turned his head to look at her.

She appeared somewhat thin.

"Winteri, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has not yet received any official documents regarding the appointment of Busan-born celebrities as brand ambassadors."

At least so far, this matter has not been discussed within the bidding committee.

Zheng Daoxun stepped on the gas again, looking ahead: "You should focus your energy on things you can control, not things you can't."

Before that, don't make yourself a headline.

"The headline of the news?" Jin Zheng was taken aback.

"A popular female idol was detained and questioned by security personnel near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building late at night. Do you think this headline is good or bad?"

'

Jin Zheng's face turned red instantly.

"I understand." She turned her gaze back to the window, her eyelashes fluttering slightly in the streetlight's glow. "Thank you."

That thank you was sincere. He could have easily dismissed her, but he didn't.

The navigation system indicated that we should turn right at the next intersection, and the apartment building was already faintly visible.

Kim Min-jeong suddenly spoke again, almost as if talking to himself, "But there's something I still want to explain—"

When I said I wanted to ask you out to dinner, I was really trying to find an excuse to get information out of you—but when I said I was really impressed with you, I wasn't lying.

Zheng Daoxun parked the car steadily in front of the apartment building and unlocked the central locking system.

He simply glanced at her with an expression that was somewhere between helplessness and amusement.

"I see."

His reaction was so calm, which was different from what Kim Minchan had expected.

Jin Zheng pushed open the car door, one foot already on the ground, then pulled it back.

She rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a small bag of something, placing it in the cup holder on the center console.

"This is seaweed from Busan, please have some."

After she finished speaking, she got out of the car, closed the door, took a few steps forward, turned back, bowed slightly to him through the lowered car window, and then quickly walked into the apartment building without looking back.

Zheng Daoxun glanced down at the bag of seaweed, smiled helplessly, and thought, "She really does have a little girl's temper."

He put the seaweed into the glove box and was about to start the car when his phone screen lit up.

A notification from Duolingo was posted in the message box:

Your friend Yoona has completed today's check-in and earned 156 experience points.

Below is another message from Xueyun herself, a screenshot of her studying: "[I didn't slack off today~]"

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