Wife is Fierce, Don't Mess With Her! || LK Adaptation

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑿𝑿𝑿𝑰𝑽

When she arrived at the fifth floor, the luxurious feeling it exuded was completely unlike that of the lower floors.

Soft red carpet covered the entire corridor, and they could hear no footsteps when one walked on it.

Oriental wall paintings complimented the western style of the suite. They also used wooden doors as compared to the thick doors that were prominently used on the floors below.

It even had complicated and exquisite carving, and with a glance, one could tell it must have cost a lot.

The entire fifth floor comprised only one private room.

As she made her way up, she passed by a few people, but now, no one was in the corridor.

Lisa continued to walk over. Seeing the number on the door tag, she knocked lightly on the door.

The door was like those in the past; it had gaps that allowed people from the other side to see the silhouettes within.

“Come in.”

Even if a door separated them the cold voice that resounded still caused people to shudder.

Hearing the permission, Lisa slowly pushed the door ajar.

As expected, it was completely different from the lower floors.

There were a few people at the center of the room that didn’t look like a private room, but an exquisite pavilion.

They were all kneeling on the floor like that of a traditional Japanese tea ceremony. At the center was a small, low to the ground table with drinks and… alcohol.

And Jimin’s loud voice enveloped the entire atmosphere of the private room.

“Come on, come on! Continue drinking! Director Liu, we are not going home until we drop!!!”

The few people around Jimin were each holding beer mugs and had bloodshot eyes from drinking.

He was already slurring his words and still pushed for people around him to drink more.

Jungkook wasn’t at the center. Rather, he was sitting on a wooden armchair, fiddling with a silver lighter.

He wasn’t in his army uniform but in rather casual attire.

Lisa noticed him the moment she entered.

His black top wrapped around his perfect figure; the contrast of color gave him a feeling of untamed evilness as he sat in the dark.

Even so, seated on the wooden armchair, he exuded a cool elegance. This confusing combination of signals made him look like a person who could rob a life at any time—a grim form of power.

His gaze was distant but deep—like moonlight in the night.

Lisa’s entrance didn’t incite many reactions from the drinkers since they were all drunk.

She walked towards Jungkook. She spared just a slightly longer glance since Jungkook dressed differently.

Jungkook noticed her gaze, and without changing his tone, he asked, “What are you looking at?”

Lisa steadily and truthfully replied, “Since the Chief Instructor is handsome, I took a longer look.”

Jungkook was speechless.

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook heard such words. After all, as he grew up, people showered him with numerous praises.

But it was his first time hearing someone say it so boldly.