RPAGF Chapter 25: Fine, I'll break up with him.
Chapter 25: Fine, I'll break up with him.
Lee Woo-bin did not answer.
Li Zhengyi didn't mind, and continued speaking while drinking champagne.
"Irene chose me over you because you have nothing else besides being the second son of the CJ chairman."
Li Zhengyi counted on his fingers.
"You were pursuing her, sending her flowers, bags, and cars—all at your family's expense."
"If she rejects you, will you pressure her through her agent, company executives, or the media, or will you spend your family's money?"
"Now look what's happened, they've just tied us both to Dad's private jet, and guess what, it's still all family money."
"All your problem-solving methods boil down to four words: bribe people with money."
"But people aren't instant noodles; the more expensive they are, the better they taste."
"You have money, but that's all you have left."
"It's still my own money."
Li Zhengyi crossed his legs and delivered his concluding remarks.
"So you can't win her over. It's not because I'm not good enough for you, it's because you're not good enough for anything except for your privileged background."
Bae Joo-hyun's hand, which was holding Lee Jung-il's arm, trembled slightly.
She felt that every word Li Zhengyi said was correct.
It's not that she never fantasized about being in a relationship.
But it has to be a man who truly moves her heart.
Lee Woo-bin's way of pursuing her is simply disgusting.
Let's take a look at Li Zhengyi.
Normally, he's either being sarcastic, teasing her, or eating sunflower seeds, but when he's serious, this is what he's like.
She found herself looking at his profile.
Lee Woo-bin's face had completely darkened.
The smug smile that had been there before disappeared.
I really can't laugh anymore.
"Are you finished speaking?"
"not yet."
Li Zhengyi took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.
He knew that smoking was prohibited on airplanes.
"And one more thing, you told me to go back and apologize to the old man. Apologize for what? Two and a half years have passed, I don't believe you haven't investigated anything. You should know better than anyone who did it."
Lee Woo-bin's eyelid twitched.
Li Zhengyi continued.
"I haven't checked thoroughly, but I know it wasn't you. Because you're not capable of that."
"So you want me to apologize? Who am I supposed to apologize to?"
"Apologize to the person who framed me?"
"Should I apologize to you?"
"Aside from standing by and laughing a couple of times back then, you didn't do anything in this matter. I have nothing to apologize to you for."
"Enough!!"
Lee Woo-bin suddenly stood up.
They no longer try to maintain that "civilized negotiation" stance.
He walked to the decorative wall on one side of the cabin and pressed the hidden button.
The wall slid open silently, revealing four neatly arranged military green parachute packs hanging behind the hidden door.
Professional skydiving equipment, not the kind you use for trial jumps, but genuine military-grade gear.
Bae Joo-hyun tightened her grip on Lee Jung-il's hand instantly.
Lee Woo-bin picked up an umbrella bag and weighed it in his hand, the movement very practiced.
This is probably one of the few things he actually did during that "extreme sports experience" he mentioned.
"Zhengyi, take a look at this. I spent a lot of money modifying this plane."
He walked to the hatch and placed his fingers on a red handle.
"During the modification, a high-altitude hatch opening system was added. It can fully open the hatch at an altitude of over 3,000 meters. The pressure difference will cause the entire cabin to depressurize instantly. Everything that is not secured will be sucked out, including people."
He paused, then added a sentence.
"Last time, a guest accidentally got too close to the hatch during a test. He was 3,000 meters away and was swept out. His body was found on a beach three days later; his face was unrecognizable."
The words "last test," "corpse," and "unrecognizable face" combined to evoke associations that made the hairs on Bae Joo-hyun's arms stand on end.
Lee Woo-bin walked back, stood in front of Lee Jung-il, and looked down at him.
"I'm not joking with you. I'm not arguing with you. I'm giving you a choice. Either break up with her, kneel down and apologize, and go home to be a nominal director. Or pack your parachute and jump off here. Below is the East China Sea, and the sea temperature is no more than five degrees Celsius this season. Even if you open your parachute, the wind is force eight and the waves are three meters high. You'll only last fifteen minutes after you hit the water."
He threw the parachute onto the sofa next to Li Zhengyi.
"You choose."
Lee Jung-il looked down at the parachute bag, then looked up at Lee Woo-bin, and then turned to ask Bae Joo-hyun.
"Aren't you cold? The air conditioning on this plane is really strong."
Bae Joo-hyun was completely stunned.
You're asking me if I'm cold at a time like this?
You're asking me if I'm cold at a time like this?
"Your complexion is rosy, and you don't seem to be cold, that's good."
Li Zhengyi took off his denim jacket and casually draped it over her shoulders.
"In case it gets windy when we open the window later, every extra layer helps."
Lee Woo-bin frowned as he watched him do this.
"Zhengyi, you'd better be serious. I'm not...
"I know you're not joking."
Li Zheng stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and made no attempt to reach for his parachute.
"I'm serious. Your response has been the same: either I give up, or you throw me out. But you've been ignoring one thing the whole time. That thing is worth more than your plane."
He tilted his head slightly.
What makes you think I'd be afraid of you?
Lee Woo-bin stared at him for a few seconds.
Then he turned and strode towards the cockpit, shouting into it.
"Reach 10,000 meters!"
The plane began to climb.
The engine roared louder, and the fuselage tilted slightly.
Bae Joo-hyun could feel gravity pressing her into the seat, and she gripped Lee Jung-il's arm tightly.
It wasn't acting; I'm genuinely starting to get scared.
Li Yubin walked back to the cabin door, took out the remote control, and pressed the first button.
The hatch latch made a crisp click.
Then he opened the hatch.
Only a small slit was made. It was about fifteen centimeters long.
But that's enough.
The cold air at an altitude of 10,000 meters slammed into the cabin like an icy punch.
The temperature instantly dropped below minus twenty degrees Celsius.
The shrieking sound caused by the pressure difference tore apart all other sounds.
Crystal glasses, champagne bottles, magazines, sofa cushions.
Everything that wasn't fixed in place flew up, carried by the airflow, and crashed into the cabin walls, shattering into pieces.
Bae Joo-hyun screamed and was nearly thrown off balance by the gust of air.
Li Zheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, while his other hand gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.
The oxygen mask bounced off my head.
The red warning lights are flashing wildly.
Lee Woo-bin gripped the handrail by the cabin door with one hand and held the remote control in the other, his hair and tie flying wildly in the wind.
He is laughing.
That kind of laughter wasn't triumphant; it was the laughter of finding an outlet after reaching the extreme of anger.
He yelled at Li Zhengyi.
"This is the last time!! Kneel down!! Or jump!!"
Bae Joo-hyun finally broke down.
She grabbed Lee Jung-il's arm, tears streaming down her face as she shouted at Lee Woo-bin.
"Young Master, I'm begging you!! I'll break up with him!! I promise you!! Please don't let him jump!!"
She wasn't faking it.
I'm genuinely scared.
She wasn't afraid of dying.
She didn't think about herself at all.
What she feared was that Li Zhengyi would actually be thrown out.
This foul-mouthed man, dressed in tattered work clothes, and always with an indifferent expression, will die today because of her decision to "pretend to date."