Hancheng: There is a door between me and the future

Chapter 284 Keywords: Black stockings, renting a room, left leg (Please subscribe and vote)
The scene shifts back to the villa.

The cozy dinner in the restaurant came to an end, but the enchanting atmosphere lingered.

When Lin Xiuyuan got up, cleared away the dishes, and carried them back and forth to the kitchen several times, he put them there.

The figure who had been sitting in the chair, however, had a foot clad in black stockings that seemed a little restless as it quietly peeked out, the soft silk sole brushing against his calf almost imperceptibly.

Once, twice.

At first, Lin Xiuyuan just glanced at her helplessly and then went inside.

Seeing this, Krystal seemed to have found an interesting toy. Instead of restraining herself, she intensified her actions, moving her slender ankles nimbly and even lightly tracing patterns with her toes through the fabric of her pants, with an open and provocative air.

The subtle friction was like a feather tickling the heart, and Krystal's cool eyes were now shimmering with a cunning yet alluring light, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, silently challenging someone's self-control.

Originally, in another apartment that afternoon, the flame of anger that Lin Xiuyuan had deliberately suppressed had not completely died down; it was just constantly being drowned out by saliva.

At this very moment, finally provoked by Krystal, it suddenly burst into flames.

He then abruptly put down the last two bowls and plates, and as they clinked together, his eyes instantly turned dangerous.

"Soojung, you're playing with fire, you know that?" The voice, carrying a warning yet filled with suppressed desire, slowly rang out.

Krystal, however, was not afraid at all. Instead, she raised her chin and looked at him defiantly.

The wicked foot boldly lifted up again, brushing against the outside of someone's thigh, its toes slightly curling as it felt the taut muscle lines beneath the fabric.

"Oh? Is that so, my little man? So what if that's true?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xiuyuan had already bent down and picked him up from the chair.

Seeing this, Krystal gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but a brighter smile bloomed on her face, with a hint of smug satisfaction at her successful scheme.

"Oh dear, the table isn't tidied up yet!"

"I'll talk to you later."

Holding her, Lin Xiuyuan took a few strides to the spacious living room and gently tossed the beautiful figure in his arms onto the soft sofa.

As she sank into the sofa, Krystal instinctively bent her long legs, encased in black stockings, into an alluring curve.

She then propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes glazed yet alluring, staring at the approaching man. "What? We just finished eating."

Lin Xiuyuan knelt on the sofa, leaned closer, and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. "You know that too? So what were you doing just now? Tell me."

With her chin lifted, Krystal stared straight at the handsome face before her, smiling as she extended her index finger and slowly drew circles on his chest through the fabric of his clothes, her movements extremely provocative.

Then, her breath was sweet and her voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic, "Just now, Xiuyuan, didn't you complain that my feet were dirty?"

Lin Xiuyuan, whose name was called out, darkened his eyes, grabbed the hand that was causing the trouble, and said in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly, "That was just now. Now we have something even dirtier to do."

After saying that, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed those smiling thin lips, giving Krystal no chance to speak.

At first, Krystal responded playfully, but she quickly softened under Lin Xiuyuan's passionate kisses. Her fair arms began to wrap around his neck, responding to his initiative with unparalleled enthusiasm.

The two of them entangled and rolled around on the large sofa, their clothes disheveled.

Rapid breathing intertwined with suppressed groans.

Her long, black-stockinged legs sometimes entwined, sometimes kicked, and the creaking of the stockings against the leather sofa added to the ambiguity.

In a violent movement, Lin Xiuyuan rolled over while holding Krystal, attempting to take control.

But the other party struggled and twisted in response.

As a result, both of them lost their balance, and with a short scream from Krystal, they both tumbled off the sofa and fell onto the thick, soft carpet.

Fortunately, the carpet was thick enough that I didn't get hurt.

But the two lying on the carpet looked at each other, and seeing each other's messy hair and clothes, they couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Amidst laughter, the fierce "battle" subsided temporarily, replaced by a warm and languid atmosphere of intimacy.

A few seconds later, Lin Xiuyuan pulled Krystal into his arms and kissed her smooth forehead.

The next second, Krystal raised her head and offered her cherry lips.

Thus, the war reignited.

……

At the same time, Magic City.

Despite some setbacks in the performance two weeks ago due to unforeseen circumstances, Jessica's communication with her partner company has been relatively smooth these past two days.

Therefore, the live streaming plan to test the market reaction has been initially finalized, and we plan to hold a few sessions first to see the effect.

After finishing their business, Jessica rubbed her temples, looked at a familiar local colleague beside her, and asked a question in her characteristic, slightly sticky tone.

"By the way, if I'm looking to rent an apartment in Shanghai long-term, Ava, do you have any recommendations? I expect to be working here for the next two years, and it's too inconvenient to always stay in hotels when I come here."

Ava, Jessica's colleague who was asked the question, also thought Jessica's idea was good, so she enthusiastically asked her the same question back.

"Jessica, do you have any specific requirements? For example, budget, size, or preferred area?"

Jessica thought for a moment and gave a concise answer: "I'd prioritize the view and location. For example, I'd like to have a view of the Oriental Pearl Tower, but I don't want to be too far from the city center."

The Bund?

"It's all right."

Ava nodded knowingly, and then began to introduce the details to the other party as if she knew them by heart.

"If that's the case, it's simple. The top choices right now are definitely Platinum Bay Residence, Bellagio Apartments, and Bulgari Apartments in OCT Suzhou Creek Bay."

These three.

It boasts the most stunning and unparalleled views of the "Lujiazui Four-Piece Set" in Shanghai, making it an absolute benchmark for luxury residences.

The other two are owned by top global luxury serviced apartment brands, combining excellent quality and views, offering worry-free hotel-style management, and their locations are simply superb.

After introducing these three, Ava thought for a moment and added another option, "Or Fortune Seaview Garden is also a good choice. It's also in a top-tier residential area with a prime location. Although it might be slightly inferior to the previous three, it's still a very good option."

"What about the rent?" Jessica was more concerned about this practical issue.

Upon hearing this, Ava immediately took out her phone, opened a real estate app, and quickly typed in keywords.

Within seconds, a series of housing information and rental listings popped up.

"Monthly rent for a basic apartment is around 5 to 8 yuan. Larger apartments or those with better views are generally in the range of 10 to 15 yuan. As for those top-tier, rare properties..."

As he swiped his finger across the screen, he said, "Then there's no upper limit. Two or three hundred thousand, or even more, is possible."

Staring at the floor plans on her phone screen and listening to the string of numbers being read aloud, Jessica couldn't help but frown slightly.

It's not that she feels she can't afford the rent. With her current income, rent of hundreds of thousands or even millions a year is not a burden at all; it's just a matter of taking on more gigs and attending more events.

What made Jessica frown was simply that Lin Xiuyuan's image subconsciously surfaced in her mind.

Thinking back to the last time I talked to him, I seemed to instinctively want to hear his opinion and ask him for help in making a decision.

So Jessica asked Ava for some information on key properties and then said goodbye and left.

I'm going back to the hotel to take a closer look...

Maybe I can send a message to that guy in Seoul later and ask him.

However, what she didn't know was that the guy she was thinking about was actually holding her younger sister.

Yes, my younger sister.

……

Inside a villa in Gangnam District, Seoul.

The tenderness and playfulness on the carpet gradually subsided, and the fierce "battle" finally came to an end.

The rapid breathing contrasted sharply with the languid and tranquil atmosphere that lingered after passion.

Lin Xiuyuan and Krystal lay side by side on the soft carpet, gazing at the chandelier on the ceiling that emitted a soft glow.

Soothing jazz music flowed in the background, filling the gaps in the quiet air.

“By the way, Xiuyuan~” Krystal turned to the side, propped her head up with her elbow, and looked at Lin Xiuyuan, “How is Jung Soo-jung doing lately? I’ve been so busy with my schedule that I haven’t been able to keep up.”

Lin Xiuyuan rested his hands behind his head, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling, and spoke softly about the situation.

"She's improved a lot. Ever since she watched the original footage here, her understanding and interpretation of her character has improved dramatically. Now, she's not just passing, she's more than capable of getting an excellent score in terms of performance. Shirley told me that she used to get the director to call on her to give her some pointers, but now she can get many shots right in one take."

Upon hearing this, Krystal's face immediately lit up with a smile of relief and a little pride. "As expected of me, so in the end I still have to come back for 25 years of 'advanced training', just like Yoona unnie back then."

Lin Xiuyuan chuckled and added objectively, "You're not wrong to say that; it is one approach. But the benefits are only part of it. If we attribute all their progress to imitation, we're ignoring their own efforts."

"Oh, oh, oh~" Krystal immediately poked his arm mischievously with her fingertip, as if she had caught him red-handed. "Mr. Lin Xiuyuan, you just rolled around on the carpet with me, and now you're going against me for other women, right? Why are you so protective of them? What's wrong? Have you eaten them all?"

Lin Xiuyuan, amused by the teasing, glanced at her, then sat up and walked towards the built-in wine cabinet next to the kitchen.

Take out a bottle of red wine that has been opened and two stemmed glasses, and pour a little into each.

He then carried the bottles back to the carpet, handed one of the glasses to Krystal, took a sip of his own drink, and then began to explain.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just want to say that they are not just pure copy-paste. Even if they are imitating, they are trying to understand, digest, and transform it into their own. That in itself requires effort."

"I know, I was just kidding. Why are you taking it so seriously?" Krystal said with a smile after taking a sip from the slender stem of the glass.

Then, fueled by the alcohol, the two began to chat aimlessly, and the topic gradually turned to Lin Xiuyuan, a "follower" of the Pope.

Like playing a game, they counted the identities of these believers one by one, recalling the various interesting or life-altering events that happened to them before and after meeting Lin Xiuyuan.

On the carpet, wine glasses clinked lightly, laughter lingered, and the night was gentle.

……

……

Before we knew it, it was the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, waking Sweet Eun-jung in her apartment bedroom.

Or perhaps it was the urgency in her bladder that woke her from her sleep, and then she instinctively wanted to get up and go to the bathroom.

Just like the previous two days, Sweet Eun-jung moved her right leg first, and then her left leg, which was still troubled by an old injury.

However, this time is a little different.

The moment her left foot touched the cold floor, she froze.

Not right.

Something is very wrong!
Based on past experience, this movement at this time would inevitably cause a clear and sharp pain in the connection between my left knee and ligaments.

It made her grimace instantly, and her movements became slow and stiff.

But today... that tearing pain has lessened by more than half.

That really is more than half.

Sweet Eun-jung stood frozen in disbelief, almost thinking it was her imagination.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I took a deep breath and tried to slowly shift more of my weight onto my left leg.

"hiss--"

It still hurts, it will still hurt.

But the level of pain has decreased from the unbearable sharp pain of the past two days to a more tolerable, deeper dull pain and aching sensation.

This subtle yet crucial change caused Sweet Eun-jung's heart to suddenly race out of control, pounding against her chest.

He started to stand up, holding onto the edge of the bed, and began to walk around.

One step, then another.

Within the small space of the bedroom, Sweet Eun-jung carefully walked back and forth twice.

His movements were slightly stiff due to caution, and his posture still showed a slight unnatural limp.

But a fact that Sweet Eun-jung could hardly believe was right in front of her: she could actually start walking slowly.

No longer is it a pathetic sight where every step is fraught with difficulty and one has to rely on jumping or support.

Yesterday, even moving to this extent required her to grit her teeth, and every movement was accompanied by clear pain; she could only walk by hopping.

Now, with the pain significantly reduced, her ability to walk independently is gradually returning to her body.

Soon, Sweet Eun-jung, who had reached the bathroom door, turned back to look at the big bed in the bedroom, then looked down at her "reborn" left leg, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

And a hint of indescribable, miraculous elation.

Although he is far from being able to run and jump, this improvement is nothing short of miraculous.

What's going on.
Could it really be just because of yesterday afternoon's... exhilarating "exercise"?
Sweet Eun-jung leaned against the door frame, her mind a jumble of thoughts, but the tangible feeling of improvement in her left leg was incredibly real.

　Godfathers, my tenosynovitis has flared up again. I'll rest for a couple of days and then continue to give you all my daily doses.

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