Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 316

When Kim Donghu first started uploading those wild party photos, not everyone bought into it—of course.

“Donghu really is an actor, huh? His acting’s top-tier.”

“Huh?”

“Just saying. I saw his Insta, and that’s what came to mind.”

“They say it’s not acting though. That it’s all real.”

“...What?”

Puhahahahaha!

As soon as someone voiced doubt about Kim Donghu, Kim Youngmo—wearing his trademark bucket hat and laughing his ass off—howled like he couldn’t breathe. He’d known Donghu since Doctor Kyarureuk! and High Dream.

“Well, yeah... if you only see Donghu for a bit, I guess you might think that.”

“Wait, am I missing something really big right now?”

“You are. You’re missing something huge.”

Right as Kim Youngmo was about to throw the youngest writer a hint—

Click.

The door opened.

Chomp chomp.

Kim Cheoldo, the head PD, walked into the meeting room, munching on a cherry pie.

“What’s so funny?”

“Ah, well...”

Youngmo quickly summarized what had just been said.

“Zuhahahaha! Yeah, I get it. If you’re just going off the rumors or you’ve never met him... Sure, you might think that.”

The youngest writer tilted her head, completely confused. Why? Because all the evidence—the articles, the photos, the YouTube analyses—all claimed Kim Donghu wasn’t training.

“How can it really be that different in person? He’s literally posting all this stuff on Instagram.”

Saying “I’ve known Donghu a long time—he’d never do that” wasn’t exactly a compelling argument. In fact, most people just dismissed it as biased nonsense from friends with blinders on.

But this wasn’t just about “faith.” Kim Cheoldo recalled something very specific.

“Let’s see... when was it? After High Dream wrapped... Maybe a bit later, I randomly ran into Donghu during one of his packed schedules.”

“Okay.”

“You know, filming usually goes for like ten hours, right? Most people take their break right after. But you know what Donghu did?”

“What? Don’t tell me—he worked out?”

“Oh, you already know? Yeah. He worked out. And just hearing that, you might think, ‘Oh, it’s just for image control.’ But listen.”

He still couldn’t forget the proud look on Donghu’s face. He said he’d never skipped training—not once. No matter what was happening. That he’d been doing this since he was eight. And even after ten-plus years, he still found it fun.

“So you’re telling me that Donghu suddenly became a gambling addict? Please. You might fool others, but you’re not fooling me.”

Cheoldo took a neat bite of his cherry pie.

“People don’t seem to realize that Kim Donghu the athlete, and Kim Donghu the actor... are the same person.”

It’s all an act.

The youngest writer still thought maybe the higher-ups were just teasing her.

But then—

“...Was it real?”

Watching the live press conference—seeing Kim Donghu’s sheer presence—she pressed her lips together in stunned silence.

If you’ve lost people’s faith, the only thing left is to show them the truth.

And that’s exactly what Kim Donghu did. With his body.

***

Unbelievable.

That was all fake?

He was spotted at a casino just a week before the press conference. Was that fake too? Was it all just media manipulation?

Zain Lance wanted to grab Donghu by the collar and demand answers.

What the hell is real anymore?

From the moment he sat at the press table, Donghu had been guzzling alcohol like an idiot.

But the muscles under that drunken act? The sculpted form? They looked carved from rest and perfectly scheduled training. Yet everything he did screamed reckless idiot.

Zain couldn’t get a read on anything.

And the fact that he couldn’t was proof he was already playing Donghu’s game. He just didn’t realize it yet.

Neither did the journalists.

That body could eat a man alive, yet his attitude said, “Don’t care, go ask someone else.”

No one even knew what to ask anymore.

“W-well, since both fighters are here... Let’s proceed with the press conference.”

Even Bob Dylan, head of Top Rank Promotions, who was supposed to MC the event, looked unsure.

“Due to time constraints, please ask your questions without affiliation.”

Still, Bob tried to steer the ship.

“Mr. Kim, recent images suggest you haven’t been preparing for this match. Is that true?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Also, I’m only here because I have to be—so don’t expect much.”

Just toss a few questions at Zain Lance and let this end quickly.

That’s all.

But the mood froze after Donghu said that. That’s not how press conferences were supposed to go.

To be precise—

Why the hell is everyone in this room dancing around Kim Donghu?

No one could understand what was happening. Everyone tiptoed with their questions. And when he replied coldly, they shrank back.

Bang!

Zain Lance slammed the table to flip the mood.

Crack.

Like when Donghu once snapped at Edward—the table cracked, sinking inward like it might collapse.

“Then why’d you even show up? Should’ve just held onto your belt and disappeared.”

An aggressive jab. With that, the room shifted—cameras, lights, reporters—all eyes on Zain Lance.

“Because it’s in the contract. You don’t know what that is?”

Then came a lazy reply from Donghu. And again, the focus wavered.

“...So what, you’re just gonna hand me the belt the moment the bell rings?”

“Me? Hand it to you? Dream on.”

The two top fighters started trading blows—verbally. No prompts necessary. This was the headline. Flashes burst.

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