Chapter 319: The Changing Roles of Jessica and Zheng Xiuyan (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

Lin Xiuyuan, who had walked over there.

He first reached out his hand, and with a movement that was not gentle but effective, he "helped" Zheng Xiuyan, who was still pressing down on Jessica, to stand up.

Calling it helping was more like an unquestionable separation.

He pulled Zheng Xiuyan up, let her sit back in the sofa to the side, and she was no longer suppressing Jessica.

Then he turned around again and bent over.

He reached out a hand toward Jessica, who was sprawled on the sofa, her bath towel in disarray, and a look of hopelessness on her face.

He pulled her up and sat her upright.

After sitting up, Jessica immediately looked at the panting but triumphant-looking Zheng Xiuyan beside her, and in the end, she gritted her teeth and shot a glare at her, though she did not make another move or provoke the other party again.

Standing between the two, Lin Xiuyuan looked left and right at them, bent over to pull a thick stack of tissues from the tissue box on the coffee table, and divided it into two.

He handed them with both hands to the two, who were still glaring at each other with their chests heaving.

His voice was not loud, and he spoke with a gentleness that attempted to calm the situation, as well as a hint of seriousness.

"Alright, the fussing is over now, and you should have vented enough of your anger, right?" His gaze swept over their disheveled appearances. "Go take a shower now; you've both gotten a bit dirty, and it must be uncomfortable for you yourselves."

Lin Xiuyuan said it lightly, as if Zheng Xiuyan and Jessica were just children who had accidentally knocked over some juice.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xiuyan lowered her head and looked at the front of her pajamas.

She then glanced at the mess on the floor and the coffee table, and subconsciously wrinkled her nose.

Jessica also followed his gaze and scanned her own bath towel and thighs, which were too dirty to look at.

A feeling mixed with annoyance, embarrassment, and exhaustion welled up in her heart.

Then, almost simultaneously, the two looked up and glared fiercely at each other again, letting out a clear, cold snort from their noses.

Zheng Xiuyan was the first to get up, tugged at her messy collar, and without looking back, ducked into the bathroom next to the Living Room, slamming the door shut with a "bang."

Jessica was a beat slower because she had to wrap her dirty and disheveled bath towel tightly around herself; she stood up from the sofa, walked silently into the master bedroom barefoot, and closed that door as well.

In the blink of an eye, the Living Room, which had just been filled with roars, screams, and sounds of scuffling, was left with only Lin Xiuyuan.

And the devastated battlefield.

Standing where he was, Lin Xiuyuan looked around: the crooked coffee table had already been straightened by him, congee and sauce were splashed everywhere, buns were rolling on the carpet, and cushions were scattered—how could it be described as anything but tragic?

However, before cleaning up this battlefield, he first took out his phone, aimed it at the incredibly disheveled and story-filled scene before him, and with a "click," clearly recorded it.

Hmm, save it first just in case, or rather, keep it as a memento.

Only then did he resign himself to bending over and starting to clean up the mess, gathering the tableware that hadn't been completely knocked over and throwing it into the trash can along with the picked-up food scraps.

Then he used wet wipes to perform an initial wipe of the sticky stains on the carpet and coffee table—

Just as he had finished cleaning up the worst of the mess, the doorbell rang right on cue.

The reordered Breakfast had arrived.

Because the restaurant was in the shop next to the Apartment building, it had arrived exceptionally quickly.

He brought it in, took out the steaming, fragrant fresh Breakfast one by one, and placed them neatly on the coffee table he had just wiped clean, replacing the broken predecessors.

Just as Lin Xiuyuan finished setting out the Breakfast, the doors to the master bedroom and the public bathroom opened almost at the same time.

Zheng Xiuyan and Jessica walked out one after the other.

Having showered again, the two had their wet hair wrapped in dry towels or draped loose.

They had also, by coincidence, both put on clean and comfortable bathrobes.

The hot water had washed away the stains and fatigue from their bodies, and temporarily washed away the anger brought about by the intense conflict just now.

Their cheeks were glowing with a healthy flush from the steam of the hot water, and their makeup-free faces looked clean and refreshed.

When the two walked to the Living Room and saw the brand-new coffee table and the sumptuous, steaming Breakfast laid out on it, their footsteps faltered.

Their gazes met in the air inadvertently, then quickly separated.

Neither of them spoke; they just walked to the sofa and sat down in silence.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, as well as a subtle, quiet atmosphere of exhaustion after a great battle, yet with complex emotions.

At this moment, Lin Xiuyuan looked at Zheng Xiuyan on the left, whose expression was cold but whose eyes no longer held killing intent, and then at Jessica on the right, who was expressionless but no longer tense, and picked up his spoon to speak.

"You two, let's eat. I assume no one wants to add another course this time, right?"

The man speaking made a small joke with a pointed meaning, attempting to ease the atmosphere.

However, the two women beside him gave him some face; Zheng Xiuyan glanced at him, said nothing, and silently picked up her chopsticks.

Jessica also lowered her head and took small sips of the brand-new, steaming Century Egg and Lean Pork Congee in front of her.

The morning conflict, which had been like a violent storm, seemed to have come to a temporary end at this moment.

After Breakfast.

Because of the issue of taking leave, Zheng Xiuyan needed to return to the 13-year side to personally call her company manager and formally report it.

But it was this small, ordinary gap that was keenly seized as an opportunity by the meticulous and frustrated Jessica.

Just as Lin Xiuyuan opened the Time Gate to the 13-year Seoul Apartment, and Zheng Xiuyan stepped across, her figure disappearing into the Magic City Apartment—

Jessica, who had been waiting for an opportunity, used a swiftness completely at odds with her image to grab Lin Xiuyuan's arm.

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Before Lin Xiuyuan could react, he was yanked hard by a significant force and stumbled to the side.

Immediately after, Jessica's other hand quickly swept across his neck, and after a few consecutive stumbles, "bang"—

With a sound, the master bedroom door was shut.

Then came the clear and decisive "click" of the lock!

The entire sequence of movements was smooth and fluid, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

When Lin Xiuyuan regained his footing, he found that he had been dragged and pulled by Jessica into the master bedroom, and the door behind him was tightly shut, isolating Zheng Xiuyan, who might return from the 13-year side at any moment, outside the door.

"Xiuyan, she—" Lin Xiuyuan was a bit bewildered and pointed toward the door.

"She is busy with her own important matters."

Jessica interrupted his voice, leaning her back against the locked bedroom door and panting slightly.

The off-white bathrobe on her body was somewhat loose from her recent movements, the collar open, revealing a large expanse of delicate skin and exquisite collarbones.

Her cheeks were flushed with an alluring red from the current excitement, and those amorous eyes were staring at Lin Xiuyuan without blinking, filled with complex emotions and undisguised desire.

"And as for us now—"

As Jessica walked closer step by step, the hem of the bathrobe swayed with her movements, her bare calves appearing and disappearing.

"We should deal with the previous matter, Xiuyuan."

Jessica's voice carried a hint of hoarseness and deliberate seduction, "And regarding the question from last night, I think we need a more private, more in-depth review."

On the other side, in the Apartment in Seoul in the year '13.

At this moment, Zheng Xiuyan was on the phone with her manager, while her eyes looked somewhat strangely at the Time Gate, not seeing Lin Xiuyuan come over.

However, she didn't think too much about it and continued to fool the person on the other end of the line, taking two days of sick leave for herself.

Because of Jin Ruanruan's mediation, Zheng Xiuyan's leave request didn't have any problems.

It was just that Zheng Xiuyan's mood was becoming increasingly strange; after she hung up the phone, she immediately crossed through The Gate, and the scene before her eyes instantly switched from the Seoul Apartment back to the Apartment in Shanghai.

However, the scene she had expected of Lin Xiuyuan waiting or tidying up in the Living Room did not appear.

The Living Room before her was empty, with only the smell of food from having just finished Breakfast, and the bright sunlight shining in from outside the window.

Just as Zheng Xiuyan was looking around in confusion—

A burst of unsuppressed, one could even say indulgent and high-pitched, feminine moans and panting, mixed with some sounds that would make one blush, clearly and unmistakably drifted out from behind the tightly closed door of the master bedroom.

Piercing through the door panel, it echoed in the quiet Living Room and also drilled into Zheng Xiuyan's ears without missing a single word.

That voice—it was Jessica's!!

This discovery made Zheng Xiuyan freeze in place instantly, her pupils shrinking sharply.

She understood almost immediately why Lin Xiuyuan hadn't followed her over just now!!!

And so, a wave of fury, mixed with the feeling of being "home-invaded" and having her strong possessiveness violated, "Boomed" straight to the top of her head.

The veins on her temples bulged uncontrollably, her fists clenched instantly, and her nails sank deep into her palms.

Immediately, she rushed to the master bedroom door in a few steps, and listening to those blood-pumping sounds becoming increasingly clear and piercing, Zheng Xiuyan, who could no longer hold back, raised her fist and slammed it hard against the heavy solid wood door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

The knocking was urgent and heavy, as if she wanted to break in.

"Jessica!!!"

Zheng Xiuyan's voice became sharp with anger, shouting at the inside of the door, "Open the door!! If you have the ability to seduce a man, you have the ability to open the door!!! See if I don't tear apart that mouth of yours that only knows how to moan!!!"

However, what responded to her was not the sound of the door opening, nor was it silence.

It was the panting and moaning from behind the door that suddenly rose in pitch, became louder, more melodious, and even carried a clear provocative meaning.

It was as if she were deliberately competing with the sound of her knocking.

Even more infuriating was that Jessica's words, spoken intermittently with panting and laughter, were clearly penetrating the door panel.

"Xiuyuan—that young one doesn't understand anything—and doesn't know what it means to be gentle—how is this—compared to me? Hmm?"

"Outside—that inexperienced woman—probably doesn't know what—technique is, right? Last night—did she tire you out?"

"Next time—be careful—don't be fooled by that woman's—reckless facade—ugh—"

Every word from the other side was like a poison-tipped needle, precisely piercing Zheng Xiuyan's heart.

"Jessica, you're courting death!!!"

Completely enraged, Zheng Xiuyan's knocking escalated from fists to kicking violently with her feet.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heavy sound of kicking the door echoed in the Apartment, and the entire door was trembling.

But the construction quality of this high-end Apartment was clearly very solid; with the heavy solid wood door and the sturdy lock, no matter how angrily Zheng Xiuyan punched and kicked, the door only shook violently.

Although it emitted a groan under the unbearable weight, it remained firmly locked, not moving an inch.

And accompanied by this intense knocking and cursing, Jessica inside the room seemed to be having even more fun and was even more immersed.

The moans became increasingly high-pitched and alluring, mixed with the creaking of the mattress and other ambiguous sounds, forming a highly impactful audio-visual, continuously stimulating the furious Zheng Xiuyan outside the door.

Only Lin Xiuyuan, who was at the center of the storm, looked at the door being knocked with a thud at one point, somewhat helplessly and with a hint of apology, his expression complex.

But in the next second, his cheeks were gently held steady by Jessica's hands, and then a passionate and deep kiss blocked any sound or sigh he might have made, leaving him with no time to attend to anything else.

The knocking and cursing outside the door, after continuing for a considerable amount of time, perhaps because her physical strength was exhausted, or perhaps because she realized that this was purely a waste of effort and self-torture.

Finally gradually weakened, and eventually disappeared completely.

Only the blush-inducing sounds that had not yet stopped remained inside the door.

I don't know how much time passed.

The master bedroom door finally opened from the inside with a "click."

Jessica walked out; by now, she had changed into a comfortable loungewear set, her hair had been re-styled, and her face carried the flush of post-exercise and a look of satisfaction mixed with slight fatigue.

A lazy smile hung on the corners of her mouth, and she was radiant, a completely different person from the disheveled and stifled appearance she had in the morning.

About two minutes later—

"Jessica!!!"

A scream filled with fury came from the other side of the Living Room!

A new round of verbal abuse erupted instantly in the Living Room, more intense than at Breakfast, with even more biting words.

Pointing directly at the other's "despicableness," "shamelessness," "vulgarity," "being old and faded yet shameless," and so on.

The two were once again at each other's throats, arguing incessantly.

And in the bathroom of the master bedroom, the showerhead was spraying out a warm stream of water.

Standing under the water curtain, Lin Xiuyuan paused his washing movements slightly, vaguely hearing the sound of arguing coming from outside.

He clicked his tongue in helplessness, then closed his eyes as if resigning himself to fate, tilting his head back to let the water flow over his face and body.

Out of sight, out of mind; as for his ears—he could temporarily stop listening.

In the afternoon, the battle shifted to a new location.

Because the full-scale brawl and subsequent events in the Apartment that morning had left the Living Room and rooms in quite a mess, Jessica called for a housekeeper to come and clean everything thoroughly.

But because Zheng Xiuyan was there, Lin Xiuyuan suggested moving the two of them, returning to the Villa located in Seoul.

In this spacious and bright Villa, the three of them, exhausted from the entire night and morning, seemed to have finally reached a—

Subtle truce agreement.

Thus, on the huge sofa in the Living Room, a strange scene unfolded:

Zheng Xiuyan occupied one end of the long sofa, sitting cross-legged, focused on scrolling through short videos on her phone.

From time to time, she would let out a low laugh or knit her brows slightly upon seeing interesting content.

Jessica occupied the other end, hugging a cushion, and used the remote control to turn on the huge television, selecting a slow-paced art film, appearing quite engrossed in it.

And Lin Xiuyuan sat right in the middle of the long sofa, which was the buffer zone between the two.

He began his own busy and fulfilling afternoon.

On one side, Zheng Xiuyan scrolled to a funny pet video, laughing as she turned the phone screen toward him, "Xiuyuan, look at this cat, it's so stupid, hahaha!"

Lin Xiuyuan leaned over cooperatively to look, nodding and agreeing with a few words with a smile.

On the other side, when Jessica watched an obscure metaphorical plot point in the movie, she frowned slightly and whispered a few words to herself.

Lin Xiuyuan then had to turn his head to look at the TV screen, analyze the plot, and give his own opinion, even though he might not have been paying attention to the previous plot at all.

At this moment, he was like a spinning top, pulled back and forth by two invisible forces, trying to maintain a fragile balance.

He kept a smile on his face, but inwardly he was crying out: I knew this "blessing of having two wives" wouldn't be easy to enjoy!!

And time slipped toward evening unconsciously in this strange yet harmonious atmosphere.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding the Living Room in a warm gold.

Because all three were too lazy to move and cook, they once again tacitly chose to order takeout.

It was just that after ordering the meal, in the gap while waiting for the delivery, Jessica happened to get up and go to the guest bathroom on the first floor.

However, when she returned to the Living Room after taking care of her personal business, she found that the sofa where people had been sitting was already empty.

Both of them were gone.

This situation made Jessica's heart skip a beat, and then a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

Subconsciously, she looked up toward the second floor of the Villa.

Sure enough!

A familiar rhythmic sound, clearer and more melodious than her own from the morning, and even more arrogant, was faintly drifting out from behind the door of a guest room on the second floor.

It was drifting down from the ceiling and drilling into her ears.

That sound—

It's over, the roles of attacker and defender have reversed!

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