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

Chapter 83 Jisoo, I'll leave it to you.

"I'll take care of your living expenses. How much do you need each month?" Li Zhengyi said.

Kim Jisoo paused for a moment, then waved her hand.

"No, no, really no need. Mi-yeon has helped me a lot. I can pay the rent on my own, and I have some savings for living expenses. If it's really not enough, I can work at a convenience store..."

He interrupted her.

"How much? Stop talking nonsense."

Kim Jisoo opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She knew that arguing with this man was pointless once he started using a "stop talking nonsense" tone.

"Three...three hundred thousand is enough."

She gave a very small number.

So small that it's only enough for food and transportation.

It's not even enough to buy a decent set of clothes.

Li Zhengyi didn't say anything, but took out a wad of cash from his wallet and placed it on the table.

He didn't count the millions.

It's worth about 10,000 RMB.

"Oppa, there's too much..."

"It's not just for you. You should also look after your roommate; they've helped you so much."

Kim Jisoo remained silent for a few seconds, then lowered her head and put the money into her pocket.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the banknotes tightly.

"...Thank you, Oppa."

The sound was a bit muffled.

Li Zhengyi did not accept the thank you.

He leaned back in his chair, picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and then spoke.

"Ask whatever you want."

Kim Jisoo hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously.

"What exactly happened at the funeral? Oppa, did you really go skydiving with your second brother? Did your eldest brother's investigation into your second brother's family affairs plan this all along? And what about that incident three years ago? Weren't we already informed? Why hasn't your family made a move?"

Li Zheng put down his water glass and considered what he should and shouldn't say.

Lee Woo-bin's faked death was something he orchestrated, and I can't say for sure.

There is no benefit in admitting it.

Even if others suspect him, he will not admit it.

"My second brother and I did skydive. He gave me his parachute and jumped into the sea himself. But he was lucky and didn't die. My eldest brother went to search his safe because I deliberately said those things at the funeral, and he was guilty and afraid that there might be real evidence. As for the evidence from three years ago, I think it doesn't matter anymore, everyone present saw it."

"Then why...?"

"Because my dad hasn't made a statement."

Kim Jisoo remained silent.

CJ Chairman Lee Jae-hyun has not expressed his opinion, and even if others have already made their judgments, they dare not express their opinions.

She understands this principle.

Li Zhengyi continued.

"If he doesn't take a stand, the matter remains unresolved. Without a resolution, no one below dares to speak up for me. In their eyes, I am still the disgrace and good-for-nothing of the Li family who was kicked out of the house."

After hearing this, Kim Jisoo's cheeks puffed up.

A puffed-up drum.

"How could they do this? We have the evidence! Everyone saw what your older brother looked like. Why won't they testify for Oppa?"

"Because my father doesn't speak up. He doesn't admit his mistakes, so his subordinates have to maintain his dignity. Maintaining dignity for those in high positions is the duty of subordinates, especially on the peninsula. So I don't blame them."

Kim Jisoo clenched her fists.

"So, Oppa, what are you going to do next?"

Li Zhengyi put down his water glass and leaned back in his chair.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and hazy, and in the distance, the spire of the Lotte Tower in Jamsil could be seen, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

"What else can we do? Since they want to ignore me, treat me like I'm invisible, and think they can get away with it by ignoring me?"

He paused.

"Then just make it to the point where they can't ignore it."

Kim Jisoo blinked, waiting for him to continue.

But Li Zhengyi didn't continue the topic; instead, he asked her a question.

"By the way, would you like to be an actor and act in TV dramas?"

Kim Jisoo looked completely bewildered.

Her expression kept switching between "Oppa, are you kidding me?" and "Oppa, have you taken the wrong medicine?"

She is a trainee.

She wants to be an idol, not an actress.

And how did this topic suddenly jump to here?

Weren't they just talking about revenge and overturning the verdict?

What is the logical connection between an actor making a TV series and making his father unable to ignore him?

She probably had a hundred thousand "whys" running through her mind, but she didn't ask a single one of them.

Because Li Zhengyi reached out and patted her head lightly, his hand lingering on her head for two seconds.

"Alright. The immortal has a clever plan. You just focus on being a good trainee, and let me know if you run out of money."

"Oppa..."

"Don't overthink it. Your task now is to practice well, debut, make a lot of money, and then buy me a big house. You said that yourself, have you forgotten?"

Kim Jisoo bit her lip and didn't ask any further questions.

She knew that pressing for answers was useless; when this man didn't want to talk, you couldn't pry him open even with an iron bar.

The sound of steam from a coffee machine came from the kitchen, and then Zhao Meiyan came out with a cup of coffee and carefully placed it in front of Li Zhengyi.

"Senior, I've tried some new beans, please give them a try."

Her face was full of anticipation.

Seeing this, Li Zhengyi still politely picked up the cup and took a sip.

The taste was surprisingly good.

It doesn't have the bitter taste of an iced Americano that makes you frown; the acidity is just right, and the texture is very smooth.

"Yes, it tastes better than the coffee shop's."

Zhao Meiyan broke into a huge smile, then quickly added something as if she remembered something.

"Ah, Jisoo unnie said you usually drink iced Americano, but I added some milk without permission because this bean is on the sour side. If you don't like milk, I'll make you a new one."

Li Zhengyi was speechless.

Does he like to drink iced Americano?

The convenience store where he used to work only sold iced Americanos.

"Need not."

"Really? You really don't need to?"

"Really, you don't need to. Please go and sit down."

"OK."

Zhao Meiyan skipped back to the kitchen.

Looking at her back, Li Zhengyi suddenly felt that it was a pity that this girl didn't become an idol.

It has nothing to do with her being pretty; rather, she has an energy that inexplicably makes people feel better.

This is probably what fandoms often refer to as "infectiousness."

He looked away and stood up.

"I'm leaving. I'm looking for a new job. I'll let you know when I've settled down."

He said this to foreshadow his new identity.

A new identity that allows one to take the lead in film and television projects.

Kim Jisoo stood up, seemed to want to say something, but then didn't, only saying one sentence to him.

"Oppa, fighting!"

"Yeah, you keep it up too."

Li Zhengyi walked to the door and glanced back at the small rented room.

The pothos grew quietly on the windowsill, the sticky notes on the wall swayed gently in the warm air from the radiator, the aroma of coffee wafted from the kitchen, and Zhao Meiyan was humming a song whose name he couldn't recognize.

pretty good.

At least Jisoo has someone to keep her company.

"Meiyanxi".

He called out from the doorway.

"Why!"

A loud response came from the kitchen.

"I'll leave Jisoo to you."

"No trouble at all. Jisoo unnie is my good friend, so please don't worry, senior."