181: Chapter 181 The Out-of-Control JK Sisters

Jessica Jung curled up in the corner of the sofa in her apartment, holding a glass of cold red wine in her hand, her gaze somewhat blank.

The scene of Lin Wanrou walking through the crowd and straight toward Choi Sulli in the banquet hall just now was like a sharp thorn, stabbing deeply into her heart.

That Deputy Head of the China Delegation looked at Choi Sulli with eyes so tender they could drip water; she was full of affection when holding Im Yoona's hand and even specifically asked for their signatures.

As for herself, she stood not far away, only a few steps from them, yet she felt as if she were isolated in another world.

How could she not know who Lin Wanrou was?

Kwon Yuri and the others had been marveling all along that the woman was actually Liu Zijun's mother.

And that man who had resolved the trouble with Kwon Young-il for her in Hong Kong Island, the man with whom she had a one-night entanglement, the man she cursed as a "dog man" and "scumbag" but who had already disrupted her composure in her heart.

His mother came to Seoul to attend such an important official banquet, yet he never once thought of letting her meet her from beginning to end.

He didn't even give her a word of advance notice.

Choi Sulli was his publicly acknowledged girlfriend, and Im Yoona was the favorite everyone took for granted.

And what about her?

It seemed that in his eyes, she was truly nothing more than a dispensable interlude in his life, an existence he could toss to the back of his mind after solving her trouble.

An indescribable sense of loss and grievance surged in her heart. Jessica Jung suddenly downed the red wine in her glass, her eyes uncontrollably turning red.

So she didn't want to stay in that suffocating place anymore, didn't want to feel like an extra person.

Without saying goodbye to anyone, she picked up her handbag and went home early.

She didn't even notice that Krystal Jung had also been left behind.

She had always thought she was strong enough and independent enough not to need to rely on anyone.

But at this moment, she clearly realized that she also longed to be valued and longed to be favored.

Especially in front of Liu Zijun, her seemingly hard disguises had already shattered all over the floor without her realizing it.

She also felt some regret; why was she always so stubborn and didn't know how to yield in front of him?

One can, two cans...

Red wine and beer were opened one after another.

Jessica Jung's cheeks were flushed red, her gaze became blurred, and she began to mumble intermittently.

“Liu Zijun... you dog man...”

“Why... why are you good to everyone else... but so cold to me...”

“Where exactly am I inferior to Choi Sulli... inferior to Im Yoona...”

...

She cried while she drank, venting all the emotions that had been building up in her heart for a long time.

The alcohol numbed her nerves and amplified the vulnerability in her heart. She curled up on the sofa like an abandoned child, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Not knowing how much time had passed, there was a slight sound from the apartment's door lock, and Krystal Jung walked in quietly.

She had just returned from a private room at the hotel. Lin Wanrou's gentleness and Liu Zijun's protection made her feel both sweet and apprehensive.

But before she could calm her emotions, she was startled by the scene in the living room.

The lights in the living room weren't on; there was only the faint moonlight coming through the window. She could vaguely see a figure curled up on the sofa, along with scattered beer cans and snack wrappers all over the floor.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and the sound of faint sobbing.

“Jessica?”

Krystal Jung called out tentatively and quickly walked over to turn on the living room light.

The moment the light came on, Jessica Jung's disheveled state came into view.

Her hair was messily scattered over her shoulders, her face was covered in tear stains, her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts, and her dress was wrinkled and stained with some wine.

“Jessica, what's wrong?”

Krystal Jung quickly crouched down, looking at her in this state with a heart full of worry.

She had never seen Jessica Jung lose her composure like this.

Jessica Jung raised her bloodshot eyes, and seeing it was Krystal Jung, her grievance surged up again instantly.

She grabbed Krystal Jung's hand and said with a sob, “Krystal... I feel so miserable...”

Krystal Jung helped her sit up and picked up a nearby tissue to wipe the tears off her face.

“What are you miserable about?”

Jessica Jung shook her head, her gaze wandering as she looked ahead, murmuring, “I think... I think I've really fallen in love with Liu Zijun...”

“I know I'm stupid...

He has Sulli, he has Yoona, and so many other women...

But I just can't control myself...”

“I saw how well his mother treated Sulli and Yoona...

I'm so envious...”

“But he doesn't see me at all...”

The words “fallen in love with Liu Zijun” were like a thunderclap, making Krystal Jung's whole body stiffen.

The worry on her face instantly froze, her eyes filled with disbelief and panic, and her body instinctively shrank back.

How could this be?

She had actually fallen in love with Liu Zijun too?

Krystal Jung's heart rate accelerated instantly, as if it were about to jump out of her chest.

Her situation with Liu Zijun was already kept from everyone, including her sister.

She had always thought her sister only felt dissatisfaction and disgust toward Liu Zijun, never imagining that her sister had actually developed feelings for him.

What should she do now?

On one side was the man she loved, and on the other was her own biological sister.

Krystal Jung's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembling slightly, not knowing what to say.

Looking at her sister crying so heart-brokenly, she felt both heartache and conflict.

She knew the taste of falling for Liu Zijun—that feeling of sweetness intertwined with pain, she had experienced it deeply.

“unnie... you... don't be like this...”

Krystal Jung's voice carried a hint of a tremble. She didn't know how to comfort her sister, nor did she know how to face this sudden turn of events.

Jessica Jung, however, seemed not to hear her words, still immersed in her own emotions.

Crying, she said, “Krystal, even knowing he's a scumbag, even knowing there's no possibility for us...

I still can't control myself...”

“I even thought...

As long as I can stay by his side, even if it's just like Choi Sulli and Im Yoona, I'm willing...”

Krystal Jung's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of crisis surged in her mind.

She knew her sister's personality; once she set her mind on something, she would become exceptionally stubborn.

If her sister really made up her mind to compete with Choi Sulli and Im Yoona, the situation would become uncontrollable.

“Career? Future?”

“I've worked hard for so many years just to prove myself...

But now I've realized that without his recognition, all of this becomes meaningless...”

She grabbed Krystal Jung's hand, a hint of pleading in her eyes: “Krystal, tell me... what should I do?”

Looking at her sister's helpless eyes, Krystal Jung felt as if her heart was blocked and uncomfortable.

She knew her sister was already in deep, and she herself was caught in a dilemma.

If she told her sister about her and Liu Zijun, would her sister break down? Would she hate her?

If she didn't tell her, she couldn't bear to watch her sister sink further into this.

Krystal Jung took a deep breath, trying hard to calm her panicked heart.

She knew this matter could no longer be avoided and a way to resolve it had to be found quickly.

But, she didn't know what to do either.

Krystal Jung helped the drunken Jessica Jung up, her tone as gentle as possible.

“unnie, stop drinking for now. I'll help you back to your room to rest.”

“We'll talk about feelings slowly tomorrow, okay? You've had too much to drink right now; whatever you say doesn't count.”

Jessica Jung didn't resist, letting Krystal Jung help her up as she walked unsteadily toward the bedroom.

Her mouth was still intermittently mumbling Liu Zijun's name, full of reluctance and grievance.

After settling Jessica Jung in bed and covering her with a blanket, Krystal Jung quietly closed the door and returned to the living room.

Looking at the mess and empty wine cans all over the floor, her brow furrowed tightly.

The fact that her sister had fallen in love with Liu Zijun weighed on her heart like a giant boulder, making it hard for her to breathe.

She took out her phone, hesitated for a long time, but ultimately didn't dial Liu Zijun's number.

She didn't know how to bring this up, nor did she know how to face it.

“aishiba...”