Villain of the urban TV/Movie Time-Travel - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Flirting

“I’m not going to force you to talk. My time’s up, and I need to head to the set.”

“Take care on the way.”

“Hey! Is that all you have to say to me?”

Cheon Song-yi complained, displeased.

Yang Yu was confused.

Cheon Song-yi stomped her foot in frustration, irritated by Yang Yu’s lack of response.

Yang Yu remained baffled. He hadn’t said anything wrong, so why was she suddenly upset? Truly an actress—her mood could change in an instant.

Sitting in her van, Cheon Song-yi muttered, “What was that? He said he was interested in me, yet he won’t even give me his number? Does he expect a top star like me to ask him for it? Unbelievable.”

Her assistant, Kim Bo-mi, glanced at her and asked, “Unnie, what are you mumbling about?”

“It’s nothing.”

…

For the past few days, Yang Yu had been bored out of his mind. He even considered speeding things up with Cheon Song-yi and moving on to the next world.

But he didn’t dare. With the system watching his every move like a hawk, he had to be careful.

Fortunately, the efficiency of the financial group was top-notch. By the next day, they had already processed his ID and even printed a stack of business cards for him. They also provided him with a new phone and a number.

The business cards were platinum-plated, embossed with the title: Vice President of the Group – Yang Yu.

He spent his days lounging at home, doing nothing but occasionally teasing Cheon Song-yi. While others might envy this kind of life, he found it dull.

That night, he decided to experience the nightlife of Korea.

Instead of teleporting, he chose to drive. The SX Financial Group had given him a sports car, and today was the perfect chance to test it out.

A Pagani Huayra—one of the most coveted hypercars, limited to only 100 units worldwide.

For men, a supercar is like a goddess—something to be admired and dreamed about. Even if they can only get close for a moment, the thrill lasts for days. Though Yang Yu was no longer the broke homebody he once was, his love for supercars remained unchanged.

Tonight, he was going to indulge himself and experience the hospitality of Korean women.

He soon arrived at one of Seoul’s most famous nightclubs, known for frequent celebrity visits.

It was barely past nine, yet the place was already packed.

The pounding music made it impossible to stay still.

Countless women in revealing outfits filled the venue, dazzling the eyes.

This was Yang Yu’s first time in a nightclub. He casually ordered a drink at the bar while scanning the crowd for a target.

Many women approached him, but he turned them all down.

He had no interest in women who were easy to get or those who were willing to sell themselves. He preferred a challenge.

Like a true hunter.

Hunting a dog and hunting a wolf are two entirely different experiences.

Soon, a girl caught his eye.

He had found his prey for the night.

She looked familiar—probably a celebrity. He couldn’t recall her name, but he decided to strike up a conversation to find out.

“Hey, gorgeous! Are you here alone?”

The girl glanced at him. “Uncle, if you’re trying to flirt, you’ve got the wrong person.”

Yang Yu sat down beside her without hesitation.

“People come to places like this for excitement. Drinking alone is boring—you might as well drink at home, don’t you think?”

The young woman glanced at him again and scoffed, “There are plenty of people to flirt with here. But you’d better be careful—some people aren’t the kind you can mess with.”

She was arrogant and distant, making it clear that she wasn’t interested.

An average guy would have backed off.

But Yang Yu wasn’t just anyone. He was the chosen one with a system on his side—giving up wasn’t in his nature. Besides, he enjoyed women with a bit of a challenge. Winning them over was far more satisfying.

“Those ordinary women don’t even compare to you. I like high-difficulty challenges.”

Yang Yu smirked mischievously.

“Alright, since you like challenges, I’ll give you a chance.”

The girl waved her hand, and four burly men suddenly appeared.

She smiled at Yang Yu. “If you can beat these four, not only will I have a drink with you, but I’ll do whatever you want.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, taunting him.

Her bodyguards weren’t ordinary—they were elite fighters her father had hired at a high price. Each of them could take down seven or eight regular men with ease.

To her, even one of them could teach Yang Yu a lesson.

She wanted him to understand that not everyone was approachable.

Hearing this, Yang Yu burst into laughter, pulled her close, and kissed her on the lips.

The girl froze for a second, then exploded in rage. “You’re dead! Beat him to a pulp! No mercy!”

Furiously wiping her lips, she stomped her foot and ordered her bodyguards to attack.