Back at the table, Rosé wiped her mouth and leant over to ask, “Did you manage to piss Lee Mijoo off?”
Lee Mijoo was Mijoo’s name.
“You opened your all-seeing eye?” Jennie drank some water.
Rosé smiled noncommittally. “She tried to contact you a while back.”
Jennie asked, “How did I not know about that?”
“Because I blocked it.” Rosé picked out the sweet-sour ribs in Jennie’s bowl and took back to her own, saying, “I was afraid you’d cheat on me, and this is all flour, don’t eat it.”
Jennie looked at the meat longingly.
As she looked up, she saw that the turntable had spun until the sweet-sour ribs was right in front of her.
Lisa retrieved his hand from the turntable, and calmly said, “Have some.”
As they watched a smiling Jennie nibble a piece, everybody at the table felt like they had been fed some dog food.
When Mijoo returned, her expression was back to normal. Just as she’d sat down, she got back up with her glass of alcohol. “Tzuyu is still new, that she can be a part of such a big banner production is all thanks to the team’s benevolence.”
Tzuyu hurriedly followed her lead, smiling unnaturally. “Yes, this is for Director Bae.”
Irene was not interested in these sorts of relationships, but she did not wish to worsen her rapport with the actors even before the filming had started. Thus, she tipped her glass at Tzuyu before taking a few sips.
“And the scriptwriter…”
Tzuyu, thus, continued toasting to everyone present –from the director to the lead, from the lead to the investor.
In the end, she finally got to Lisa.
Lisa did not even look up. “There’s no need for that, I don’t drink.”
His tone was not friendly. Upon running into the wall, Tzuyu was a little taken aback and uncertain. She remained standing with the glass still raised while she sent a helpless look to Irene.
Director Byun rolled his eyes a few times thinking about it, then laughed insincerely and said, “He never drinks; it’s fine, as long as you’ve conveyed your intentions.”
After the round of drinking, Tzuyu’s cheeks were already mildly flushed. She laughed dryly as she returned to her seat.
Jennie propped her chin up, finding this all rather mundane.
What began as a nice gathering dinner, had now turned into a drinking spree. A few years down the road and Mijoo’s habits had still not changed.
Her phone vibrated.
[Lisa: Do not toast.]
[Lisa: Your alcohol tolerance is too bad.]
Jennie’s second finger rested on her lips, a peel of light laughter spilled out.
[Goddess Jennie: No, even if I’m drunk you can send me back to the hotel.]
[Lisa: I’ll send you even if you’re not drunk.]
“Jennie, what are you smiling about?” Minho asked.
Jennie tried not to let her lips curl upwards, gently shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”
“I read the whole script, the character I’m looking forward to most is yours,” Minho said, with a smile. “It’s rather challenging.”
Jennie said, “Yes, I like my character very much too.”
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Mine! No Objections Allowed (Jenlisa Adaptation)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Kim Jennie has played many vicious female supporting roles such as a mistress, a witch, a villainess, and what not, earning the title "national bad woman." receiving quite a few haters. She then fell in love with a veteran who had NO. IM...
