Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 154

“Kim Donghu Becomes the New Face of Mercedes-Benz.”

“Bentley Makes Unexpected Mention of Kim Donghu—Why?”

“A Symbol of Nobility—Richard Mille Adorns Kim Donghu’s Bare Wrist.”

“Not Just an Ambassador—Kim Donghu Embodies Innovation, Power, and Elegance as Louis Vuitton’s Muse.”

“Mercedes-Benz, Richard Mille, Louis Vuitton, Bentley, Adihes, Redhorn—Global Giants Rally Around One Name: Kim Donghu.”

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As soon as the headlines dropped—

Crazy. Absolutely crazy.

Mmm~ Kim Donghu~ Mmm~ Kim Donghu~ Mmm~ Kim Donghu~

Why are all these global brands chasing after him so aggressively? There’s only one reason.

What is it?

His record is just too insane.

His achievements are almost alien. He could be the first and the last to ever do this.

It’ll go down as one of the most extraordinary records in Olympic history.

Seven seconds, eleven seconds—dropping elite athletes like that is unheard of.

What about that Russian guy? Alexei? I heard his doping levels were insane.

I watched the YouTube breakdown. With that level of doping, he should’ve been a monster.

And yet Donghu still won. No wonder this is blowing up.

The internet exploded once again.

“Kim Donghu Graces the Front Page of The New York Times—An Overwhelming Presence!”

Wherever you looked, Kim Donghu was dominating headlines.

Surprise reactions were practically baked into every article.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say the world was burning up because of him.

But seriously, he’s ridiculously handsome.

The scariest part? He didn’t take a single hit to the face during the Olympics.

He barely got hit at all—he’s so fast, drugs are the only way to keep up with him.

Did you know he’s still being randomly drug-tested? People can’t believe he’s clean.

I wouldn’t believe it either—he KOd a roided-out opponent in two rounds!

And yet, zero doping? Kim Donghu’s completely natural?

It’s unreal—he’s using these records as a launchpad, and his looks are taking him even higher.

Foreign media can’t get over how his skills match his perfect looks.

Love calls poured in from all over the world.

Articles popped up every other minute.

Kim Donghu’s fans had more than enough to feast on—so much that they felt overwhelmed.

“Kim Donghu Spotted at Louis Vuitton—Men’s Artistic Designer Kim Jon Says, ‘He embodies Louis Vuitton’s philosophy.’”

“Mercedes-Benz’s New Face Kim Donghu Doesn’t Have a License Yet? Kim Donghu: ‘I’ll get one soon!’ Cue Hilarious Scene.”

“Richard Mille Teases Watch Designed Exclusively for Kim Donghu—‘A Masterpiece Never to Be Recreated.’”

After wrapping up countless collaborations with major brands,

October rolled in.

About a month and a half had passed.

And Kim Donghu’s first priority?

A fan meeting.

“Thank you so much for coming today. I’m only here because of all of you.”

The fan meeting was more like a festival.

Most celebrities just paid lip service when thanking fans—or neglected them entirely.

But Donghu’s unwavering humility, even after reaching the top, deeply moved everyone in attendance.

[Live Updates from Kim Donghu’s Fan Meeting.]

Autographs, photos, and videos allowed.Small attendance size meant top-tier service for everyone.Even gave out hugs. Seriously.A college girl—what was her name? Eunbi?—practically fainted when Donghu hugged her. LOL.Cooked food on the spot, just like he did on The Gourmet King.It wasn’t just a fan meeting—it felt like Donghu planned this whole event just to pamper his fans.

Damn. So jealous. How’d you get in?

LOL, Donghu’s biggest fan since High Dream. Of course I got in.

Posting this feels like rubbing it in. Respect, though.

[Fan Meeting Review—An Actor and Athlete You Can’t Help but Love.]

First words: “Thank you for coming.” Always grateful to fans.With this level of success, most people get arrogant, but not him.Did handstands and showed the Hitman Signature Combo.Played the piano—absolutely beautiful.Funny but never disrespectful. He carries himself with so much class.Asked about food allergies before cooking. His attention to detail is insane.Sent fans home with Adihes gloves and Redhorn drinks—perfect sponsorship plugs.My son’s into boxing lately. These gloves will make the perfect gift.

Another attendee, huh? Damn, I’m so jealous.

Why is Kim Donghu so good at fan service? Makes us who couldn’t go feel even worse.

The gloves weren’t just giveaways—they had autographs and limited-edition designs.

Are these the gloves he collaborated on?

So jealous, seriously.

Kim Donghu is a legend—no question. I envy everyone who went.

The fan meeting sparked more reviews.

The reviews became news articles.

And the cycle continued, endlessly feeding fans with new content.

“Are you considering I Live Alone?”

“I don’t like exposing my private life, so no.”

Kim Donghu and CEO Choi Seokho were sifting through variety show offers.

Since all the brand deals had been settled,

it was time to filter through domestic schedules.

“What about Radio Star?”

“Sounds good. I can share updates there.”

“And the Rushman Olympic special?”

“I have to go. I’ve been there before.”

“What about Please Take Care of My Refrigerator?”

“Not bad.”

But the sheer volume of offers made the process slow and deliberate.

“How about We Got Married?”

“Wait—what?!”

“This was the first offer you got as soon as you turned 20. The partner’s a big name too.”

“Who is it?”

“Ryu Jaerin.”

“What?! Jaerin?”

Why was Jaerin suddenly showing up here?

‘Do I have some kind of romantic streak going on?’

A few months ago, Evelyn had asked him out on a date, and he’d barely managed to delay it.

And now this?

Even if it was just a fake marriage—

Jaerin didn’t seem like a bad match.

“Let’s put it on hold for now.”

With variety shows sorted,

the next step was projects requiring longer commitments.

“There are a ton of scripts too.”

“Yeah, just look at this stack...”

Piles of scripts were stacked like towers.

"A lot of offers for existing hit projects, huh."

But at that moment, a thought struck me.

I wanted to work on something made just for me.

Not a script that simply followed existing trends—

I wanted to star in a project where the script was written with me in mind.

As I slowly flipped through the stack of scripts—

“Oh, right. I did make that promise, didn’t I?”

My eyes stopped on one particular script.

A romantic comedy.

Title: <Our Fake Wedding>.

The plot was refreshing.

‘A story about a couple getting married to maximize their eligibility for national scholarships?’

What surprised me even more was that—

aside from the leads, most of the cast had already been finalized.

It felt like everything had been set up to make sure I kept that promise.

Feeling confident this was the right choice, I checked the rating.

<Our Fake Wedding, A>.

“...?”

I rubbed my eyes, thinking I’d misread it—

but the rating still said A.

‘Seriously? An A?’

I had no idea what was happening, but an A meant this was a project I couldn’t pass up.

“...Let them know I’ll take this one.”

“Huh? Our Fake Wedding? Oh, I was going to bring that up! If you do it, Kim Sujin already agreed to join too.”

Wait—was that why?

‘Are we getting synergy from being each other’s first kiss?’

As I mulled over why it got an A, I checked the next script.

<The True Hero, A>.

Another A.

“What the hell is going on...”

“Why? Something wrong?”

“No, it’s not that... Hold on a second.”

I immediately checked the writer of Our Fake Wedding.

The writing style had felt oddly familiar—

‘It’s Lee Minha, the writer of High Dream!’

Then what about the movie?

‘...Ha.’

It was Director Lee Seongdeok—

the genius behind the indie film Hero.

An undisputed perfectionist.

‘Did these two really write these scripts with me in mind?’

Reconnecting with such important figures from my past felt incredible.

“I’ll take both of these.”

But two A-rated projects—both a movie and a drama?

Just how big of a ripple effect would this cause?

I had experienced an A rating once before with a stage play—

but that one was more about influence than box office success.

It had sparked waves of donations to orphanages.

‘These two are bound to be commercial hits.’

So how much success was I looking at this time?

The urge to jump into filming was overwhelming.

But instead—

“The first thing on your schedule is Please Take Care of My Refrigerator?”

A cooking variety show.

“Donghu, you might have to cook there.”

“Wait, me?!”

“Fifteen-minute cooking challenges... What if you end up beating the chef?”

“No way. Why would I cook? Isn’t it a food-tasting show?”

“You never know.”

Seokho’s teasing was just an added bonus.