Celebrity Neighbor: My girlfriend is a big star?
Chapter 258 - 207. Who is the Mole?! (Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly ticket!)_2

Chapter 258: 207. Who is the Mole?! (Please subscribe! Please vote for monthly ticket!)_2

This was Liu Xin’an, who would subconsciously blink even when taking a one-inch photo. It was an unimaginable level.

Didn’t his eyes feel awkward? Not only could he suppress the urge to blink, but he could also manage his facial expression so well, always maintaining a charming smile.

No wonder professionals are different!

"Forget about escorting me. Are you going now?"

"Yes, you can sleep a bit more. If not, I will go tomorrow and stay with you today."

"No need, no need. Just go about your business. One day off is enough. If you take two days off, people will be unhappy."

"No worries. Let them scold. Just pretend you don’t see it."

Hearing Liu Xin’an’s irresponsible reply, Bae Juhyun puffed out her little cheeks slightly, but soon she seemed to think of something. Then, under Liu Xin’an’s astonished gaze, her slightly dry lips moved slightly, and she uttered a phrase that Liu Xin’an never expected from her mouth.

"F...fuck you?"

This made Liu Xin’an’s hair stand on end. He instinctively wanted to cover Bae Juhyun’s mouth with his hand but quickly remembered he was holding porridge.

He was too familiar with this phrase, but hearing it from Bae Juhyun gave him a very strange feeling.

Maybe it was a feeling of shattered image?

"Where did you learn that!"

Many people joke that if you want to start learning a language, the simplest way is to start with the swear words.

This is unavoidable in any country and any language, and Chinese swear words are especially extensive and profound.

Homophones, sayings, fables, metaphors...all kinds of roundabout swear words, even Liu Xin’an, a Chinese person, couldn’t quite master them all.

And the phrase Bae Juhyun just said...although not perfectly pronounced, is a bona fide Chinese curse.

Goodness, two "national treasures" were learned by Bae Juhyun...

"Fans taught me. They said talking like this with you would make you happy."

"...Which fan? Let me see, I will block them!"

"Hey! What’s wrong with this phrase? Is it very strange?"

"It’s a curse."

"..." Bae Juhyun’s beautiful eyes widened, showing an expression of her worldview being shattered, but she adapted quickly. Within a few seconds, she was giggling and leaning on her pillow, charmingly saying again, "Fuck you!"

"...That’s enough, it’s not nice to say."

"How bad is it compared to ’brat’ or ’punk’ from our country?"

Liu Xin’an felt a bit numb. He could understand Chinese swear words, and of course, he could understand Korean swear words too.

Watching the beautiful Bae Juhyun continuously spout swear words, Liu Xin’an really felt his worldview being challenged.

"Where did you learn all this!"

"Hehe, isn’t it funny?"

"Not at all."

———

Cold medicine usually contains some sedative properties.

After eating the porridge and taking the cold medicine, and chatting with Liu Xin’an for a bit, Bae Juhyun felt her eyelids getting heavier.

She didn’t resist the sleepiness too much, just reminding Liu Xin’an not to forget his errands before letting him leave the room. As for her, she wrapped herself tightly in her small quilt, continuing her sleep.

By the way, not long ago, Liu Xin’an wanted to hug her when he saw she was unwell, but she refused him decisively.

She didn’t know if this cold would be contagious, but Bae Juhyun just wanted to be cautious.

Knowing how uncomfortable a cold could be, she didn’t want to see Liu Xin’an catching it from her and then coughing and sneezing incessantly.

She had a hunch that after eating the porridge and taking medicine, she’d feel much better after this nap.

And Liu Xin’an, who was kicked out, didn’t wait foolishly. He first went out, took a taxi back home, and gathered all the necessary documents. He had prepared many photos, taken a lot while applying for a visa, originally kept as a backup, but now they could be used directly.

Speaking of visas, his tourist visa was probably about to expire. Getting another one might not be easy since he initially planned to stay there for six months.

But now, six months definitely wouldn’t be enough. Because of Bae Juhyun, he estimated he’d need to stay for one or two years, so a work visa was also essential.

Work... He had to mention this later to Zao Shui, to see if he could get a job through Bilibili. If not, he’d have to pay someone to get it done.

Failure to get it done would mean money wasn’t enough.

After gathering all the materials and putting them in a bag, Liu Xin’an started running around Seoul as per the embassy’s instructions.

Finally, before two in the afternoon, he successfully obtained a driver’s license that he could use there.

Before going out, he had contacted Son Seungwan in advance, informing her that Bae Juhyun had eaten, taken medicine, and was now sleeping, so before heading back, Liu Xin’an made sure to call Son Seungwan.

The phone rang for a while before it was answered, but it wasn’t Son Seungwan who picked it up; it was Kang Seulgi.

"Liu Xin’an?"

"This voice... Seulgi?" He guessed the person’s identity.

"What’s up? Is Juhyun okay?"

"No problem, I went out to handle something. I’m heading back now. I wanted to ask if you guys are back yet. If you are, I won’t go over."

"Oh, no, we’re still busy with recording and choreographing at the company. We might be late today, so we still need you to take care of Juhyun in the afternoon."

Hearing Kang Seulgi’s soft reply, Liu Xin’an hummed to show he understood.

"We’ll notify you before coming back. Make sure to leave early; if our manager blocks the door, it will be troublesome."

"...Why does it sound like Juhyun and I are having an affair?"

"Haha... Cough, cough." Kang Seulgi almost burst out laughing at Liu Xin’an’s sharp description, but luckily she realized she was still at the dance studio entrance and held back.

"I’ll head over then, remember to notify me in advance."

"Okay, rest assured."

Liu Xin’an hung up the phone, caught a taxi, and reported Bae Juhyun’s dorm address again.

Meanwhile,

Kang Seulgi, who hung up the phone, happened to encounter Son Seungwan walking out of the recording studio.

The recording just now was Son Seungwan’s part, and mobile phones weren’t allowed inside the studio, which is why Liu Xin’an’s call to Son Seungwan was answered by Kang Seulgi.

Son Seungwan noticed the familiar phone case in Kang Seulgi’s hand: "What are you doing with my phone?"

"Liu Xin’an called. I answered."

"Oh? What’s up? Is Juhyun okay?"

"He asked when we’re coming back. If we were back already, he would have gone home directly. I asked him to take care of Juhyun a bit longer; we might finish late."

"Huh? But aren’t you afraid that Taekyon will run into Liu Xin’an?"

"Taekyon? Wasn’t he supposed to leave with us this afternoon?"

"Really?" Son Seungwan looked confused. During lunch, she heard Seong Taekyon mention wanting to check on Bae Juhyun.

An artist falling ill is not something an agent can hide, and as an agent, checking on their artist’s condition is also part of their job responsibilities.

"No, I didn’t let Taekyon go, so don’t worry. There won’t be any mistakes."

Kang Seulgi confidently waved her hand. She had also heard what Seong Taekyon said and had promptly stopped him.

But her answer brought a grave expression from Son Seungwan.

"What’s wrong?"

"Usually in dramas or movies, a serious consequence follows after saying something like that." Son Seungwan recalled the shows she liked to watch and replied solemnly.

"...Can you wish Juhyun well?"

"Hehe, it’s your turn. The teacher is calling you for recording."

Son Seungwan stretched out her hand and grabbed Kang Seulgi’s arm, pulling her towards the recording studio.