After huffing Yoon Nam-hyuk like catnip for a good while, Qi Huai finally let go. He hadn’t eaten a proper breakfast, only managing a few bites of his gege’s lips in the bathroom.

It was better than nothing. Any more and he would lose his sanity. To finish the shoot as quickly as possible, the two changed their clothes and prepared to head to the company.

Yoon Nam-hyuk, as usual, was perfectly dressed in a suit and shirt. The office had air conditioning anyway, and the suit could also cover the bite mark on the back of his neck.

Qi Huai’s process of choosing clothes was rather bizarre. He covered the camera lens and, as fast as he could, sniffed every piece of clothing in Yoon Nam-hyuk’s walk-in closet. In the end, he chose a thin sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants that were the right size and had the right scent.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was left dumbfounded by his clothes-picking process. By the time Qi Huai uncovered the lens and turned to go to the bathroom to change, he still hadn’t snapped out of it.

If the system were still around, it would probably quip: “Omo, Host oppa, I finally know why you would be the substitute for Attacker No. 6. You both love to sniff things~ Hee hee hee.”

[Netizen: What happened? Everything just went black.]

[Netizen: Aigoo, it’s just a little fun between lovers. Was our President Yoon kissed until he turned stupid?]

[Netizen: How can you block the camera in front of paying users! Isn’t the production team going to do something about it?]

[Netizen: Sigh, even for a man in his golden years, his reaction time will slow down, won’t it? How pitiful.]

PD Seo: […]

To improve work efficiency, the driver would usually pick up Assistant Yoo first, then come to get Qi Huai and Yoon Nam-hyuk. Assistant Yoo, who got a private car service every day, would begin his report as soon as he got in the car. The vast majority of the content was related to the subsequent collaborations between GATE and Woosan.

Variety shows, television dramas, idol survival shows…

The reason they had tacitly agreed to this marriage variety show was, to some extent, for promotional purposes.

The netizens listened with great interest.

[Netizen: He’s very articulate and sharp-witted. When his bosses were kissing, he acted like he was blind, his expression not changing one bit.]

[Netizen: As expected of a top student. Only someone with a clear mind, who speaks concisely and gets straight to the point, can be called articulate. If you’re just loud and talk fast but aren’t very smart, you’re no different from a noisy duck.]

[Netizen: I’m submitting my resume to Woosan as soon as I graduate. I won’t even think about GATE, my English isn’t good enough, sigh.]

[Netizen: The two companies have so many collaborations!]

[Netizen: They’re actually going to build a new filming base?]

[Netizen: These plans will probably take ten or twenty years to complete, right?]

[Netizen: A husband-and-husband shop, I see. Do they talk about work even when they’re tucked in bed?]

[Netizen: Isn’t that super hot? Like some office romance where it’s like, ‘Let me have you one more time and I’ll concede another percentage point in the contract’~ Love it~]

Qi Huai listened to Assistant Yoo’s report with his eyes closed, resting. Yoon Nam-hyuk’s clothes and the deep, passionate kiss before they left had stabilized his mood considerably, but he knew full well that for a half-Alpha in his susceptible period, this stability was only temporary.

For the next few days, he would need continuous comfort from his partner to keep his emotions stable. Otherwise, his susceptible period could erupt at any time, anywhere.

If that were caught on camera, it would likely be a disaster.

All he could say was, thank goodness this wasn’t a live broadcast.

As Qi Huai thought about this, he rested his head on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s shoulder, took the hand that was swiping on an iPad, and brought it to his nose to sniff lightly.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was embarrassed. “…What are you doing?”

President Yoon found Qi Huai’s behavior extremely strange. He had been fine when they woke up… oh, no, that wasn’t right. This strangeness had actually started last night.

“Are you still feeling hot? Should I call Dr. Choi to come take a look?” Yoon Nam-hyuk tried to pull his hand away to feel Qi Huai’s forehead, but Qi Huai held on tight, even lying down directly on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s lap.

“No need, I’ll be fine in a bit.” Qi Huai pressed Yoon Nam-hyuk’s palm against the tip of his own nose and replied with his eyes closed.

The breath hitting his palm was of a normal temperature; there was no fever. As Yoon Nam-hyuk let out a sigh of relief, a spark of anger flared up. He pinched Qi Huai’s nose and couldn’t help but complain, “Feeling sleepy now? You… you… you damn jerk!”

Why weren’t you sleepy last night when you woke me up to go at it hard? I’m the one who got screwed, and I’m not even sleepy yet! This is so frustrating! With the cameras present, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s face turned red from holding it all in, giving the viewers in the stream an eyeful.

Actress Choo was the first to sigh: [Sigh—being two-faced is a human trait, right? When he’s angry with us subordinates, he’s like a demon, but in front of his lover, he’s like… Screenwriter Kim, what’s the right word to describe it?]

Screenwriter Kim snickered: [Is Actress Choo trying to say that a cat has two different faces when dealing with a mouse versus its owner?]

Actress Choo had a moment of realization: [Yes! That’s it exactly!]

[Netizen: Owner!]

[Netizen: What a perfect description.]

[Netizen: The stern boss is actually a fiery “servant.” That’s a very Japanese-manga-like setup…]

When they arrived at the company, there were sandwiches, hot coffee, and fresh fruit—a very standard office combination.

Qi Huai’s office was always cleaned by Assistant Xiao. Assistant Xiao was serious, meticulous, and diligent, and he kept the place spotless. He quietly asked Assistant Yoo, “Sunbae, are the bosses working here today?”

“Mhm,” Assistant Yoo nodded. “There’s a lot of work today, order lunch. Chairman Qi isn’t feeling well, so don’t get anything too greasy.”

“Got it.”

To make time for the next two days of free-form filming, the two dove into a wave of back-to-back meetings after breakfast.

Things on GATE’s side were relatively straightforward. Since it was a growth period and funds were abundant, everything was progressing smoothly.

But Woosan’s side was riddled with troubles.

Due to various public opinion storms and troublemakers, the number of artists who had either actively or passively terminated their contracts with Woosan was as high as half. The good thing was that the company had been thoroughly cleaned out; the bad thing was that Woosan was now severely short on people.

If a content production company lacks talent, it will lead to a shortage of good works, which affects both Woosan’s reputation and that of its partner, GATE. That’s why Yoon Nam-hyuk was racing against time every day, signing people, frantically signing people. A moment’s hesitation and an excellent talent would be snatched away.

“The production team should plan an acting variety show,” Qi Huai, who was secretly playing with Yoon Nam-hyuk’s fingers while maintaining a serious expression, suddenly said. “GATE needs content, and Woosan needs artists. Plan an acting variety show to solve both problems at once. The audience would probably love to watch it, right?”

Qi Huai continued, “We can also use the company’s existing scripts as a test run, as audition material for the show. If the response is good, we can start filming immediately. This way, both the script and the actors will have been market-tested. Once filming is confirmed, we can set up an official account on GATE, and they’ll come with a built-in fanbase.”

“Good idea,” Yoon Nam-hyuk nodded.

[Netizen: An entertainment industry assembly line?]

[Netizen: Ah, I feel like I’ll have an endless stream of dramas and variety shows to watch for the next few years. Nooo, I need to study!]

[Netizen: Then go study! What are you doing messing around in a live stream? It’s one thing for them to neglect their studies for their own romance, that’s understandable, but you’re neglecting your studies to watch other people’s romance. Is that something to be proud of?!]

[Netizen: Shibal! A day where I get attacked just for passing by!]

The meeting lasted for several hours, and even lunch was eaten at the conference table.

Everyone ate while continuing the meeting, making high-intensity decisions. The table was covered with artist resumes and plans for film, television, and variety show content.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was extremely focused when reading materials. His left hand was held and toyed with by Qi Huai, while his right hand used a highlighter and a pen to write and draw on the documents, occasionally offering suggestions and raising questions for the production team and staff from the management department.

To speed things up, if the attendees couldn’t resolve something, they would call someone in on the spot to fix it. As a result, the number of people in the conference room kept increasing, with people from different departments coming and going.

More and more people gathered. For those in the meeting, it was quite convenient, but for Qi Huai, it was becoming inconvenient.

The scents in the conference room grew increasingly mixed: the smell of food, perfume, laundry detergent, the faint smell of smoke clinging to T-shirts, and the slight odor of sweat from people running back and forth between the twin towers.

Qi Huai started to grow irritable.

Due to his personality, his irritation didn’t show much on his face. He wouldn’t look furious like Yoon Nam-hyuk, making subordinates tremble instantly. But his prolonged, excessive silence was enough for Yoon Nam-hyuk, who knew him best, to sense that something was wrong.

Yoon Nam-hyuk suddenly turned his head to look at him. “Not feeling well?”

The conference room fell silent. Department Head Oh, who had been presenting a new plan, immediately shut his mouth and stood at attention.

Qi Huai’s eyes were slightly closed. He didn’t speak, just gave a faint “mhm.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk squeezed Qi Huai’s hand in return and simultaneously looked at the remaining schedule. There were still three meetings left, which would take several more hours even at the fastest pace.

“Sorry everyone, let’s take an hour-long break,” Yoon Nam-hyuk said, then turned to Assistant Yoo. “Order some afternoon tea for everyone. You can also take a nap. We’ll resume the meeting in an hour.”

Assistant Yoo: “Yes, sir.”

The people in the conference room filed out, and the room was soon empty. But the complex mix of scents couldn’t dissipate in an instant. Qi Huai finally couldn’t bear it any longer. Right in front of the camera, he swept Yoon Nam-hyuk into a tight embrace, burying his nose in the warm crook of his neck.

He impatiently undid the buttons on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s shirt, which were fastened up to his Adam’s apple. One, two—his nose followed the path downwards. Yoon Nam-hyuk was nearly scared to death. He grabbed Qi Huai’s hand. “Shibal! What are you doing!”

Qi Huai knew when to stop and switched to placing his hands on Yoon Nam-hyuk’s waist. He still didn’t speak, just kept sniffing him over and over.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was frightened by his bizarre behavior and grew even more worried. He immediately picked up the phone to have Dr. Choi come over.

Enveloped in his lover’s scent, Qi Huai calmed down considerably. As his rationality returned, he patted Yoon Nam-hyuk’s back comfortingly. “Don’t worry, I’m much better now. Just a little nauseous and dizzy.”

“Go take a nap,” Yoon Nam-hyuk said with a worried frown. “Let Dr. Choi check you when he arrives. Don’t endure it. What if it gets worse in a few days?”

Even though it’s not rabies, the symptoms really are like a dog’s…

“Mmm…” Qi Huai answered distractedly. He thought to himself that when his susceptible period truly hit, his fever would spike to thirty-eight or thirty-nine degrees Celsius. Dr. Choi could scratch his head raw and still not figure out what was wrong, so he certainly wouldn’t be able to tell now.

“Let go,” Yoon Nam-hyuk kicked his calf.

“Oh,” Qi Huai verbally agreed, but didn’t move an inch.

“I said, let go. Go take a nap,” Yoon Nam-hyuk glared.

Qi Huai didn’t let go. Instead, he asked, “Are you coming with me? Isn’t it a one-hour break? There’s enough time.”

Yoon Nam-hyuk hesitated. “You go sleep. I’ll sit beside you and keep you company. There are still many meetings this afternoon…”

“Hyung…”

“Shi—… Fine, just for an hour.” His heart softened, and he agreed.

Qi Huai smiled. The next second, he scooped up Yoon Nam-hyuk’s legs and walked towards the bedroom. He lifted the 180-cm-tall President Yoon as effortlessly as if he were carrying a large pillow, not struggling in the slightest.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was stunned. He clamped his legs together and frantically slapped Qi Huai’s shoulder. “Are you crazy! Shibal! Put me down! You don’t look sick to me at all!”

Qi Huai bit Yoon Nam-hyuk’s collar and mumbled, “Quiet down. The people outside will hear you.”

[Netizen: Ah!!! Not only did we hear, we saw! What on earth are you bosses doing in the office behind our backs!!!]

[Netizen: Goddess Choo was right, Actor Qi is really strong! For a man in his golden years with this level of fitness, half an hour probably isn’t enough!]

[Netizen: PD Seo! You put a camera in the bedroom, right? You did, didn’t you? Please say you did!]

The production team delivered. They didn’t miss a single corner. PD Seo revealed a mysterious smile: [Whether it’s a marriage variety show or a dating show, the camera budget is one thing you can never skimp on. Hmph, that’s why my romance variety shows are always number one in ratings! Pretty great, right!]

[Netizen: It’s great! Old guys are so crafty!]

Yoon Nam-hyuk was tossed onto the bed. His suit jacket was thrown onto a nearby sofa. Qi Huai knelt on the edge of the bed with one knee, holding Yoon Nam-hyuk’s ankle and slowly undoing the laces of his handmade leather shoes.

Yoon Nam-hyuk turned completely red and struggled with all his might. “Qi Huai, there are cameras! Are you crazy? I’ll do it myself!”

It was just a nap! What was all this for!

Oh, right…

There were cameras.

Qi Huai regretfully let go.

The mind of someone on the verge of a susceptible period was a one-track mind. When he was jealous, he would forget the cameras. When he was horny, he would forget the cameras. When he was irritated, he would also forget the cameras. Only when his eyes happened to sweep over a lens would he suddenly remember, oh, that thing is here.

So troublesome.

I should have persuaded Nam-hyuk not to take this variety show. Can’t we just throw money at traffic? Ah… I really want to do it. I want Hyung’s scent.

Qi Huai rolled the freshly-shoeless Yoon Nam-hyuk into the blanket, then slid into the covers himself, burying his face in the other’s chest. “Let’s sleep.”

Shibal, who could possibly sleep?!

Yoon Nam-hyuk bit his lip and propped up the blanket with all his might, terrified that the production team would find out what was happening underneath. If it was edited into the show, it would be a disaster!

President Yoon’s back trembled nonstop as he held up the blanket. He felt that Qi Huai had gone completely insane! He was secretly unbuttoning his shirt and even mouthing… ugh, this guy!

Qi Huai’s head burrowed around. Since a blanket was covering them, the netizens could only see the blanket moving and didn’t know what the people inside were actually doing.

They must be kissing, right?

Hehehe.

This was a “public place,” after all. They probably wouldn’t do anything other than kissing. Sigh, what a shame, but this is still great to watch.

[Netizen: Thanks for the meal.]

[Netizen: I’m full and satisfied.]

[Netizen: A blissful meal.]

Qi Huai was also having a blissful meal, but this meal consisted of only a little bit of skin and flesh, not nearly enough to be filling.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was being nipped and gnawed on until he was sweating all over. He couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped Qi Huai’s chin and kissed him, creating suppressed, wet sounds under the blanket.

The production team was very tactful. To preserve the two bosses’ dignity, they added an incredibly romantic BGM at this point, complete with the caption: A heart-fluttering nap time~

Then came a spinning clock, and one hour later.

An hour later, Dr. Choi arrived. He gave Qi Huai a thorough but confused check-up and came to the conclusion: he was in excellent physical health.

Yoon Nam-hyuk looked indignant. He also thought Qi Huai’s physical health was excellent. He had spent an hour holding up a blanket with his arm, all while enduring the other’s kisses and nibbles. He had almost suffocated. Now, the spots under his shirt were both swollen, and his arm was sore. Only this jerk Qi Huai was perfectly fine!

Asshole!

Puppy!

Qi Huai seemed very sleepy. After dazedly cooperating with Dr. Choi’s examination, he fell back into a deep sleep. Yoon Nam-hyuk was even angrier. He left the room with a blank expression and sat down in the conference room, forcing himself to endure his discomfort.

“Which team’s proposal is next? Continue,” he said, his voice icy. Department Head Oh, who hadn’t finished his report earlier, stood up again and continued, trembling.

Department Head Oh thought to himself: This is my fault. I was the one who led the others in eavesdropping on the two bosses arguing in the bathroom, which led to nasty rumors. This is my retribution!

Assistant Yoo gave him a look of sympathy: You deserve it, Department Head Oh.

The clueless netizens remarked.

[Netizen: Sigh, President Yoon doesn’t look too good. He must be very worried, right?]

[Netizen: Working while worrying about his lover’s health, he must be feeling very heavy-hearted.]

[Netizen: I hope Actor Qi recovers soon.]

Screenwriter Kim was surprised: [Is it the flu? Or is it a relapse of an old injury from filming?]

PD Seo scratched his head: [I’m not too sure either, but he rested for a long time after we finished recording, and it seems he’s still recovering now.]

Actress Choo nodded: [Indeed. The two of them haven’t come to the company at all, only holding online meetings with Assistant Yoo. It must be a contagious flu, right? The production team is so lucky not to have been infected.]

[Netizen: My god, he’s been sick for this long?]

[Netizen: I hope he gets well soon.]

[Netizen: The two of them should have GATE accounts, right? I’ll go follow them.]

Everyone assumed it was a cold, even Dr. Choi thought so. “It’s very hot outside right now, but the air conditioning in the company is very cold. The temperature difference can easily make people feel unwell. And you two work so hard and often stay up late. Although there are no very obvious cold symptoms, it’s possible to just have a headache and fatigue. You should still pay attention to getting rest.”

As he continued the meeting, Yoon Nam-hyuk recalled Dr. Choi’s advice, thinking that perhaps the two of them really should take a vacation.

Ever since they got married, they had been busy with work. Their meetings ran from 10 AM to 10 PM every day. They were extremely efficient, and the company’s stock price had been steadily rising. All the employees were cheerful.

But it couldn’t go on like this forever.

People weren’t machines; they get tired.

The pace of the meeting quickened. Yoon Nam-hyuk began to filter out which projects could be postponed, thinking about letting the employees get some proper rest as well. If they really got sick from exhaustion, it would only delay their progress.

While the meeting was in full swing over here, Qi Huai, in the room next door, was starting to feel unwell again. In the bed, his lover’s scent was gradually fading. Qi Huai tossed and turned, then his eyes snapped open.

The camera in the bedroom was forcibly turned off and violently dismantled, then left to lie dormant and lonely in the closet.

Inside the closet, all of President Yoon’s clothes were taken out, one by one, and piled into the bed.

Qi Huai hugged the various fabrics and took a deep sniff, from soft pajamas to custom-made suits, from outerwear costing tens of millions of won to T-shirts costing tens of thousands of won. He balled them all up into a single heap.

The production team had initially thought that Chairman Qi had suddenly sat up for some important work, like a cross-border phone call involving business secrets, or a new idea for a product update that the production team couldn’t hear. In any case, since Qi Huai had suddenly turned off the camera, he must have had his reasons!

But they waited and waited. One hour, two hours… PD Seo couldn’t take it anymore and called Assistant Yoo.

Assistant Yoo wasn’t privy to GATE’s internal affairs, so he contacted Assistant Xiao. When Assistant Xiao heard, he said that didn’t sound right. Chairman Qi could handle product modifications himself, and GATE’s internal software didn’t show any ongoing meetings. It didn’t seem like official business.

As the two were murmuring, Yoon Nam-hyuk’s sharp senses picked up on it. “What’s wrong?”

Assistant Yoo said, “PD Seo says that Chairman Qi turned off the camera in the bedroom. It’s been several hours and he hasn’t turned it back on. They don’t know what’s going on and asked me to help inquire.”

“He turned it off?” Yoon Nam-hyuk was taken aback. He sensed something was wrong and quickly stood up. “I’ll go take a look.”

He strode to the bedroom door and pushed it, only to find that the door was locked from the inside. He hadn’t locked it when he left, so it must have been Qi Huai. What on earth was that guy doing?

“Qi Huai?” Yoon Nam-hyuk knocked on the door. The person inside didn’t respond. He knocked again, but there was still only silence.

After just ten seconds or so, President Yoon grew anxious. He couldn’t wait any longer and immediately rummaged through a drawer for the key to unlock the door.

When the bedroom door swung open, Yoon Nam-hyuk was dumbfounded.

The closet door was still open, and the inside looked like it had been robbed, with only a dark camera lying there. All of his clothes were piled on the bed, or more accurately, balled up under the covers.

What was this?

He took two or three steps forward and yanked the covers off. Underneath was Qi Huai, frowning as he clutched the clothes, his breathing rapid and his face flushed. It looked like he had a fever.

“Qi Huai?”

Yoon Nam-hyuk reached out to touch Qi Huai’s forehead. It was very hot, at least thirty-eight degrees. Was it really the flu? He had been fine just a moment ago.

He raised his hand to dial the internal line, intending to have Assistant Yoo bring some fever medicine, but Qi Huai, who suddenly opened his eyes, was faster. With one long arm, he pinned Yoon Nam-hyuk down on the bed.

Qi Huai frowned and stared at Yoon Nam-hyuk, seemingly contemplating something. Yoon Nam-hyuk glared back. “You’re awake? Are you crazy or stupid? You don’t even know you have a high fever? The internal phone is right by the bed, don’t you know how to call someone?”

A string of complaints burst out of him. He gritted his teeth and told himself not to yell at a sick person. “Get off me, I’m calling Dr. Choi.”

Qi Huai pressed down on him firmly. “Is your meeting over?”

“You’re burning up like this, what meeting am I supposed to have?” Yoon Nam-hyuk couldn’t help but curse, “Shibal! Lie down properly and take your medicine in a bit. Hurry up!”

“I dismantled the camera,” Qi Huai said, leaning his body lower.

As his searingly hot head drew closer, Yoon Nam-hyuk only grew angrier. He said irritably, “I saw. You know how to dismantle a camera but not how to make a phone call. Do you want me to praise you? Why did you take out so many clothes? Are you cold? Don’t you know how to turn off the air conditioner?”

“Hyung…” Qi Huai’s voice was deep and slow as he pulled down Yoon Nam-hyuk’s pants. “The production team has filmed enough today. Let’s film again tomorrow, okay?”

As he spoke, he started kissing his way down from Yoon Nam-hyuk’s Adam’s apple. The meaning couldn’t be clearer. The kisses made Yoon Nam-hyuk’s whole body start to heat up. He did want to, it was true, but a sick person was a sick person. What kind of patient refuses medicine and rest and insists on doing this?

Yoon Nam-hyuk grunted as he pushed at Qi Huai’s shoulder. “You… you get up. Stop kissing, can you just—Ah!”

His body arched back abruptly. He clamped a hand over his mouth, barely managing to stifle the scream that had almost escaped.

Scorching.

The lips and tongue of a feverish patient were blistering hot. The temperature was enough to drive Yoon Nam-hyuk mad. Beads of sweat slid down the side of his neck. Yoon Nam-hyuk tugged at Qi Huai’s hair and said haltingly, “You… stop messing around…”

Qi Huai ignored him completely.

The half-Alpha’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He was ravenous.

Yoon Nam-hyuk was horrified. Although the camera had been dismantled, the bedroom door was still open. If Assistant Yoo and the others came over, it would be all over. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and the more scared he became, the more sensitive he got, and the more sensitive he got, the more he trembled.

In just a few minutes, Qi Huai got what he wanted. His tongue licked over his lower lip, not wasting a single drop.

Yoon Nam-hyuk gasped for air, frantically kicking at his shoulder. Qi Huai squinted his eyes in pleasure. “Don’t be in a rush.”

“Shibal! Rush my ass!” Yoon Nam-hyuk cursed. “You’re really insane! You have no sense of occasion! The door’s not closed, the door’s not closed, the door’s not closed!”

Oh…

Qi Huai wanted to go close the door, but he was reluctant to let go of the lover in his arms. So, he once again lifted him up by his legs.

The bedroom door was closed and locked. Yoon Nam-hyuk breathed a sigh of relief. This reaction inexplicably annoyed Qi Huai. “Afraid of being found out?”

“Of course!” Yoon Nam-hyuk glared.

“We’re legal, we’re married,” Qi Huai frowned.

Yoon Nam-hyuk laughed in anger. “Even if we’re legal, we can’t do it in front of everyone! Has the fever cooked your brain? You rabid dog!”

“You’re scolding me…”

“You deserve to be scolded! Shibal! Puppy! Yah—put me down!” Yoon Nam-hyuk struggled desperately. “One time was enough, what more do you want? Hurry up and take your medicine!”

“Mhm, taking my medicine. Hyung is my medicine,” Qi Huai said, pinning Yoon Nam-hyuk against the bedroom door.

Because he was still swollen, his long fingers became the best substitute. As his fingers and throat moved in tandem, Yoon Nam-hyuk felt like he was going to lose his mind. Qi Huai feasted greedily, eating his fill.

And just like that, PD Seo, who had thought he could film for a full 24 hours, failed. Assistant Yoo relayed the message to him: “Chairman Qi’s condition is a bit serious, so we can only resume filming tomorrow. We’ve arranged for dinner at a nearby hotel for everyone. Please enjoy your meal and get a good rest. Thank you for your hard work.”

Getting sick wasn’t something one could control. PD Seo  was very understanding and led his team towards the embrace of a five-star hotel’s top-tier buffet.