207: Chapter 205 Okay, that's all for tonight... See you tomorrow!!!

Lee Tima chimed in at this point, "Oppa was so popular when he was at SM! I heard many female artists wanted to collaborate with him, and some seniors even went to the recording studio specifically to see him..."

"Lee Tima." Jiang Zhiyu interrupted her gently but firmly, "Eat your dinner."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority. Lee Tima immediately shut her mouth and buried her head in her rice.

Watching this scene, the Kim family's impression of Jiang Zhiyu improved even more—it was truly rare to find someone who could manage such a mischievous child while maintaining such a sense of propriety.

The conversation shifted back to Jiang Zhiyu's company and future plans. He patiently answered every question, from the development direction of TG Entertainment to the creative concept of twelve star envoys, and even some views on the Korean entertainment industry.

His manner of speech and insight far exceeded his age; his thinking was clear and his logic rigorous, yet he didn't come across as showy or preachy. That perfect balance of humility and confidence made Taeyeon's parents nod repeatedly.

Mother Kim couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "Zhiyu, you have such great ideas at such a young age, it's really remarkable. You're... twenty this year, right?"

According to the Korean calculation, twenty in nominal age means becoming an adult.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded, "Yes, I just turned twenty this year." He paused and added, "However, my actual age is still nineteen; I won't truly be twenty until the end of this year."

As soon as these words were spoken, the dining table instantly went silent.

The Kim family was stunned simultaneously, and then they all looked at Kim Taeyeon in unison.

Kim Taeyeon was already thirty-one this year (Korean age). Although she was extremely well-maintained and looked like she was in her twenties, the age gap was very real.

An eleven-year difference.

Father Kim's eyes became complicated. Mother Kim opened her mouth, then hesitated. Kim Jiyong's expression seemed to say, 'So that's how it is.' Xia Yan covered her mouth, her eyes wide.

Every single gaze clearly screamed: Why does our Taeyeon always like to rob the cradle?

Kim Taeyeon read those looks and her cheeks instantly flushed bright red. "You guys... what's with the way you're looking at me...?"

She didn't finish her sentence because she realized the absurdity of the situation herself. She and Jiang Zhiyu were clearly just in a working relationship, so why was her family looking at her with that 'you actually found such a young boyfriend' look?

But what made her even more frantic was that when she looked at Jiang Zhiyu, she found him eating quietly with a calm expression, as if he were completely unaware of the associations his words had just triggered.

He even politely asked Mother Kim, "Auntie, is this Kimchi homemade? The flavor is very special."

"Ah... yes, yes it is." Mother Kim snapped out of it, but her eyes still drifted toward her daughter from time to time.

Kim Taeyeon lowered her head, wishing she could bury her face in her rice bowl. Her heart was pounding, and images uncontrollably flashed through her mind: Jiang Zhiyu's profile as he focused on work in the recording studio, his confidence in controlling the whole scene at the variety show recording, and the tenderness of his skillful cooking in the kitchen just now...

Then she shook her head violently.

No! What am I thinking!!

Kim Taeyeon, have you gone crazy? Put away those 'younger man' thoughts! He's just a colleague! A junior! Lee Tima's brother!

But the more she reminded herself, the clearer those images became.

She peeked up at Jiang Zhiyu. He was answering Father Kim's questions about Traditional Chinese Medicine wellness; his profile was sharply defined under the light, and his eyelashes cast a slight shadow under his eyes. His voice was gentle and clear, and every point he made was substantial.

Someone like this really makes it easy for one to...

"Oppa!"

Lee Tima's voice interrupted Kim Taeyeon's thoughts and the conversation at the table.

Lee Tima leaned into Jiang Zhiyu's ear, but actually spoke in a volume everyone could hear, "I knew this would happen! Oppa, it's so rude of you to come over as a guest empty-handed! Luckily, I prepared gifts for everyone long ago!"

As she spoke, she jumped up and ran to the corner of the living room, dragging out a large gift bag—no one knew when she had hidden it there.

Lee Tima took out beautifully wrapped gifts one by one from the bag. "This is a neck pillow for Grandpa, I heard your cervical spine isn't great; this is a massager for Grandma; this is a tie for Uncle Jiyong; these are skincare products for Auntie Xia Yan..."

She distributed the gifts like a little Santa Claus, looking expectantly at their expressions after each one, her little face written all over with 'hurry up and praise me for being so smart and thoughtful.'

The Kim family was pleasantly surprised to receive the gifts and thanked her repeatedly. Mother Kim even pulled Lee Tima into her arms, "Aigoo, our Tima is so sensible!"

Lee Tima looked triumphantly at Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes sparkling as if saying: See, I got you out of a jam! Hurry and praise me!

But Jiang Zhiyu's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.

He have no gratitude, no praise; instead, a cold smile appeared on his face.

That smile was very faint and almost fleeting, but the emotion in his eyes was clearly discernible—it was the helplessness and indulgence one has for a 'stupid child,' as if watching a prank that thought it was clever but was actually full of holes.

Lee Tima was stunned.

And that cold smile on Jiang Zhiyu's face seemed to press an invisible switch.

Almost simultaneously—

"Ring ring ring—"

Jiang Zhiyu's phone rang, the ringtone a light piano piece.

Immediately after, the harsh sound of a small truck's emergency brakes came from outside; a "screech" that sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet residential area.

Everyone at the table looked toward the door.

Jiang Zhiyu calmly took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and then gave the Kim family an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I need to take this call."

He stood up and walked toward the foyer. As he passed by Lee Tima, he gently patted her head and whispered:

"You..."

His tone was helpless, yet it seemed to carry a certain pleasure of a plan coming together.

Lee Tima stood there blankly, watching Jiang Zhiyu's back as he walked out of the dining room, then looking at the faint outline of the small truck outside. She suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Kim Taeyeon also stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside.

In the night, a white small truck was parked in front of the Kim house, with a logistics company's logo printed on the side. The driver was getting out, holding a tablet, seemingly checking the address.

Then, she saw Jiang Zhiyu walk up to the driver and the two spoke for a few moments. The driver nodded and opened the rear door of the truck.

Inside, large and small gift boxes were stacked neatly.

Kim Taeyeon was stunned.

She looked back at Father Kim who was still holding the neck pillow, Mother Kim with the massager, Kim Jiyong wearing the new tie, Xia Yan touching the skincare products, and the blank-faced Lee Tima.

She suddenly understood the meaning of Jiang Zhiyu's cold smile just now.

What Lee Tima prepared was 'cleverness.'

What Jiang Zhiyu prepared was 'being well-prepared.'

This realization made Kim Taeyeon's heart race again. She looked at Jiang Zhiyu outside; he was directing the driver to unload the first large box, his profile clear and steady under the porch light.

Just how many sides did this person have that she didn't know about?

At that moment, Jiang Zhiyu seemed to sense her gaze and suddenly turned his head to look at her through the window.

Their eyes met.

He smiled slightly, a smile as warm as jade, as if it could melt the night.

Kim Taeyeon's heart skipped a beat.