Chapter 415: Not Failing Youth

As the head of Samsung, Lee Kun-hee was somewhat troubled tonight.

However, the source of his trouble was not his son, who often caused him trouble, nor his brother and nephew secretly undermining him, and certainly not his ambitious eldest daughter—rather, it was his usually obedient youngest daughter.

Lee Yinxin wanted to start a business.

The youngest daughter, who had always been obedient since she started school, not only refused the arrangement to study in New York, but was now taking her own family savings to go out and start a business.

More importantly, unlike the eldest daughter Li Tian Fuzhen's "entrepreneurship" rooted within the Samsung Group, Lee Yinxin's startup could be said to have absolutely nothing to do with Samsung—this was not a very good sign.

Having weathered so many storms over the years, Lee Kun-hee saw through his youngest daughter's hidden intentions at a glance—she wanted to break free from the family that made her feel unfree through entrepreneurship.

The eldest daughter, Li Tian Fuzhen, went so far as to marry a bodyguard just to enter the core of Samsung's power. But the bodyguard she found turned out to be useless, an incident that nearly drove him to death from anger.

As a result, he personally arranged the commercial marriage for his second daughter, Lee Seo-hyun, which managed to recover some of the Li family's reputation.

Just when the third daughter had finally grown up and he had started looking for commercial marriage partners, was her wings also becoming hard?

"This isn't my wings hardening; in the words of your musicians, I call this the rebellious spirit of rock."

The black Maybach drove slowly along the quiet road; the dim streetlights along the way made Zhou Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, squint slightly. In his ear came Lee Yinxin's inner monologue: "Rock, you know?"

"Don't talk to me about that; I don't understand. I'm not a rock singer."

After lazily yawning, Zhou Yi lowered his head slightly and rubbed his eyes with his hand: "Besides, your family's problems can't be solved by rock music anyway."

Just kidding, which rock band has the authority to interpret the "throne"? The Li family of Samsung has been having a proper "battle for the throne" since the previous generation—fathers and sons turning against each other, brothers killing each other.

"This is why I want to leave this vortex."

Not denying this, Lee Yinxin slowly turned the steering wheel, guiding the car toward the Shilla Hotel: "Setting aside other things, my uncle is still hiding in your country right now. I don't want to end up in that situation myself in the future."

Former Crown Prince of Samsung, Lee Meng-hui, the eldest brother of the current Samsung Chairman, Lee Kun-hee.

After failing in the struggle for power, Lee Meng-hui, after much consideration, was forced to flee to China. Nowadays, he runs back and forth between Korea and China whenever he has time, occasionally rubbing salt in the wounds of his younger brother who manages Samsung, fighting for the inheritance.

Lee Yinxin saw all this and kept it in her heart.

Zhou Yi, who could not meddle in others' family affairs, merely played the role of a listener, listening as Lee Yinxin poured out her heart, recounting the oppressive atmosphere she had encountered.

Fortunately, only the two of them were in the car; otherwise, if any of these matters got out, the family image Lee Kun-hee had been working hard to project to the outside world would be completely shattered.

Perhaps because Zhou Yi's status as a foreigner plus a top superstar destined him to be sensible, knowing what a friend should and shouldn't say, Lee Yinxin, who had not had a single close friend in over twenty years, felt the pleasure of pouring out her heart for the first time.

Upon arriving at the Shilla Hotel, amidst the ghostly stares of the hotel staff, Lee Yinxin, who saw the Buddha all the way to the west, escorted the man all the way to the door of the hotel suite.

"Thank you for listening to my rambling. It might be a bit tedious, but please forgive me. You are the first person I can talk to about these things without any psychological burden."

Standing at the door of the suite, Lee Yinxin pressed her lips together and thanked the man.

"You're welcome. Rest assured, my mouth is very tight. Moreover, I am returning to my country soon. I will keep these troubles of yours buried in my stomach; no one else will ever know."

Zhou Yi casually kicked his leather shoes to the side, turned around, leaned against the doorframe, and shrugged: "So, goodnight?"

【27】 "……Goodnight."

"... Good night."

Hearing the man say this, Lee Yinxin wanted to open her mouth, but in the end, she couldn't get the words out, watching as the door gradually closed, separating the two of them into two different worlds.

"……"

After taking a deep breath, Lee Yinxin, who hesitated for a long time, ultimately did not knock on the door but turned to prepare to leave. However, just as she was about to take out her phone from her handbag, an inconvenient business card blocked the phone above it—

The area with her name had been clearly crossed out with a pen, and the two Chinese characters "Zhou Yi," written in beautiful Chinese calligraphy, radiated a charming halo under the corridor lights.

This was the old business card; she had never thrown it away.

"Sibal..."

Lee Yinxin stood still, gazing at the business card for a long time. At that moment, the corners of her mouth gradually rose; she couldn't help but laugh and scold, then turned back to the hotel suite door that separated her from him and knocked.

"Creak~"

The sound of the door hinge turning was especially clear in the desolate, empty corridor. Lee Yinxin, holding the business card between her right index and middle fingers, stood before the door and waved the object in her hand toward the man who appeared: "Your business card; you forgot to take it."

Zhou Yi reached out to take it, smiling as he examined it for a few moments: "You actually kept it?"

"What else would I do? This isn't a trash recycling station." Lee Yinxin took a step forward, and with her head held high, her gaze met the man's eyes full of mockery.

"Is that so?"

"Spike, you really are a dog."

To the man's knowingly asked smile, Lee Yinxin's response was to reach out, grab his collar with one hand, pin his head with the other, and shove it hard toward her mouth!

Only after she herself was almost out of breath did their lips finally separate.

"My suggestion is that before you make a formal decision, you'd better go home and listen to 'Hate the Dream of the Red Chamber' twice." Without any discomfort, not even blushing or panting, Zhou Yi ran his tongue over his lips and teased.

"If it were the old me, I might have hesitated."

Throwing her handbag into the entryway, Lee Yinxin adjusted her breathing, pushed the man backward with both hands, walked into the room herself, and locked the door: "But the current me really wants to try things that were always restricted and controlled before."

"So, what is it, President Lee Yinxin?"

"What you taught me at the China-Korea Song Festival—"

Lee Yinxin directly used the tie to immobilize the man's movements, yet she was so angry at the smile on his face that her teeth itched: "Not failing youth."

If her future was destined to be a dark cage where she could not find freedom, then at least now she was still a bird free to choose.

She wanted to vent; she also wanted to enjoy. While she was still young, she would enjoy the freedom and unconstrained life she longed for.

Just as Zhou Yi sang another song at the China-Korea Song Festival—No matter what, no thinking, no waiting, at this moment and this time, one must go through with happiness.

What happens in the future will be dealt with later. If the startup fails, she will have to return to Samsung; at worst, she will leave Korea and flee to the imperial capital of China to join her uncle—

She didn't want to be a pawn of the family anymore, nor did she want to be trapped in the power struggle like her eldest sister, unable to extricate herself.

She wanted to resist her predetermined fate—not failing youth!

"Hiss... what are you going to do for your startup?"

"First, build an internet community. Too many people curse at me online; I'm very annoyed by them. I want to shut them up."

The little princess who vowed never to bully the poor youth first tasted the flavor of poverty herself...

(End of this chapter)