Chapter 85

Noon.

Lin Xiuyuan just woke up from the sofa, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Yun'er still sitting on the high stool, staring at the screen without moving.

"Still watching, there aren't many sentences, no need to stare at it like this all the time," he said casually while yawning.

"Boss Lin, is this teacher also a member of the small tavern?"

Lin Yun'er, who heard the voice behind her, turned back to look, and asked Lin Xiuyuan with her deer eyes flashing with complex emotions.

"Who? You mean the one who 'coached' you?"

Lin Xiuyuan, who hadn't fully woken up, didn't react for a moment.

Until he saw her nod, he thought for a moment, "Not really, she is not a member herself, but she is indeed the 'connection' of one of our members."

"Connection?"

Lin Yun'er repeated softly.

"Mm."

Lin Xiuyuan, who sat up, yawned and then got up.

Krystal's own sister's former teammate, former company colleague, unnie who grew up playing together, this relationship and connection is no problem.

At this time, the video ended again, and Lin Xiuyuan hurriedly pulled out the USB drive, "Alright, really don't watch it, if you keep watching like this, I'm worried if your brain will become stupid."

Lin Yun'er, who was sitting, didn't stop him this time; the video wasn't long to begin with, and having watched it repeatedly for so long, she basically remembered it all in her brain.

And Lin Xiuyuan's answer also made her laugh, "Stupid won't happen, it's just that the brain is indeed a bit heavy."

Lin Xiuyuan, who heard the answer, looked at the clock, "Let's go out to eat, it's just noon."

"Mm, Boss Lin, is there anything you want to eat, I'll treat you."

Lin Yun'er nodded and got up, then said with a smile.

Regarding this, Lin Xiuyuan laughed, "Oh my, you're being polite after waking up, Yun'er-xi~"

"This is called respect," Lin Yun'er said gloomily.

More than ten minutes later, the two left the small tavern, came to a nearby barbecue restaurant, and chose a private room to sit down.

At the dining table, Lin Xiuyuan watched Lin Yun'er prepare dipping sauces, set out side dishes, and flip barbecue slices quietly.

Suddenly, he remembered the night before last, when Lin Dajun was in the small tavern in 2025, helping him set out takeout boxes while chattering.

With this scene overlapping, Lin Xiuyuan couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.

Lin Yun'er opposite looked up at him, "What are you laughing at."

"You say if your fans knew that the goddess they like is actually grilling meat for me, what would their reaction be?"

"Kill you."

Lin Yun'er glanced at him and then smiled.

As a result, Lin Xiuyuan also nodded in agreement, "That's right, it's probably about eight or nine out of ten."

"By the way, Lin Xiuyuan, can I ask how you and Xiuyan-unnie met?"

Lin Xiuyuan, who heard the question, paused his movement of picking up chopsticks and said in surprise, "Ah, didn't I say it before?"

Lin Yun'er shook her head, "Not at all, I asked unnie, and unnie didn't reply to me either."

So, she is really curious.

However, the next moment she was anxious.

Just because Lin Xiuyuan replied, "Then can you not ask?"

"???"

Lin Yun'er stared at him tightly, "No, is the way you met very... something? Can't say it, or is it not something that can see the light?"

"Both a little bit."

Lin Xiuyuan, who picked up a piece of barbecue and ate it, thought about the first meeting of the two, one seducing, one active, and then the matter of the Time Gate.

This is indeed a bit hard to say, and it cannot see the light.

And his answer made Lin Yun'er's pupils shake, thinking of her ice-cold unnie who was usually indifferent to people, but was particularly enthusiastic about the person in front of her.

So she clicked her tongue, "Tsk, fine, then I won't ask."

"Mm, eat."

However, just when the two were talking about Zheng Xiuyan, the other party was currently in a small private workshop, looking at a bag and some clothing samples that she had taken out a design drawing for and asked the workers here to help make.

In her ear was the surprise and flattery of an ordinary friend, "Daebak, Sica, your design this time is so sensible, so beautiful. In this way, we can completely open a brand directly and then make money ourselves."

Zheng Xiuyan, who put down the sample in her hand, turned to look at the figure next to her, not knowing what was in her mind, and then shook her head, "Let's pause this idea for now, I don't have any plans to open a brand for the time being, work is still the priority at the moment."

"It doesn't delay, you are busy with your schedule, I will help you operate these things, you just give the design drawings. When the brand comes out, your fans will support you, then the next Edison will be you, Xiuyan."

The woman who was talking, short hair, long face, small eyes, is a typical Peninsula look that cannot be more typical.

And what she said at this time, she had to say it to Zheng Xiuyan once last year, or every time they met.

With the development of the Internet, the title of "Fashion Top Luxury" began to spread among ordinary people.

Smart people who keenly captured business opportunities began to COS according to big-name design drawings, and then modified them to become "their own creativity."

Then small-batch production and sale, under the banner of "original," packaged themselves as emerging fashionistas.

This small group probably emerged around 2010, and after several years of continuous entry, it gradually evolved into the so-called "new aristocracy" of the Seoul underground fashion circle.

But all of this is just circling the ground—no platform, no popularity, no publicity, lack of resources.

They want to go up, but there is no springboard at all.

So they can only circle the ground here in Seoul, besides Seoul, who else knows their brand?

But precisely because of this, their inner unwillingness is also brewing, longing for someone to break the situation and become a role model, so that they have a reason to show off to the outside world: "It's not that we can't, it's that society doesn't give opportunities."

At this time, Zheng Xiuyan, a member of the top 3 popularity of Girls' Generation, became their expectation, so when gathering on weekdays, they were basically flattering Zheng Xiuyan.

Under the blowing of the whole small circle, even if Zheng Xiuyan had been mixing in the rivers and lakes since childhood, she was blown dizzy, and finally fell into the quagmire.

But...

Zheng Xiuyan now is no longer the Zheng Xiuyan of last year. When hearing these words again, there is no longer eagerness to try in her mind, but full of disgust.

According to Xiujing in 2025, these people cut ties with her the first time after her brand had problems.

There were even many people who came to the door to ask for the final payment in advance, even if it was only a sum of ten or twenty million, they were merciless.

It was that experience that made Jessica in 2025 see through the minds of these people, but everything was too late.

Thinking of these, Zheng Xiuyan smiled politely, but her tone was unquestionable, "No, I'll consider it again. By the way, didn't I ask you to help get a few samples before? Are they all here? There are only 2 here."

"Ah, I left them in the office, if you want, I'll let people produce a few more." The woman didn't take it seriously.

"Cannot produce more, just these few samples."

Zheng Xiuyan said indifferently, her eyes cold, "The inspiration for this design drawing is not just mine alone, I have to communicate with the partner. If there is a problem, it will be troublesome if people call the police."

A few short sentences immediately dispelled the woman's intention to privately produce in batches and secretly sell.

Although she is greedy for money, she is more afraid of causing trouble and losing her pants.

Finally, under Zheng Xiuyan's urging, the woman obediently returned to the office, packed the remaining sample clothes and bags, and handed them to her.

Looking at Zheng Xiuyan's back as she waved and left, she couldn't help but mutter.

"What's going on, how does it feel like Zheng Xiuyan has become a different person."

On the other side, Zheng Xiuyan, who sat in the car, carefully checked the samples, and after confirming that there was no error, a rare relaxed smile appeared on her face.

Then she took out her phone and dialed Lin Xiuyuan's number.

Soon, after learning that the other party was eating at a barbecue restaurant with Lin Yun'er, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Okay, wait for me, I'll come find you."

After hanging up the phone, she started the car without hesitation and headed straight for the barbecue restaurant.

Inside the restaurant private room.

Lin Xiuyuan listened to that very familiar answer, and this familiar busy tone, and suddenly a chill rose from his back, and he shivered.

This tone, why is it so like the prelude to the "accident" the day before yesterday?

I don't know if it counts as the sequelae of the day before yesterday, thinking of this, he just had an urge to escape from here.

Opposite, Lin Yun'er looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong, what is unnie looking for you for."

"She said she's coming over to eat, are you Girls' Generation so free now?"

Lin Xiuyuan put down his phone while trying hard to calm his mood.

At the same time, thinking in his heart, Zheng Xiuyan is not Krystal, should not be so crazy, and Yun'er is here.

Mm, not afraid, not afraid.

Not long after, Zheng Xiuyan came to the private room with two bags of things.

Looking at Zheng Xiuyan who broke in, Lin Xiuyuan was shocked, "So fast? Zheng Xiuyan, did you fly over."

"Just happened to be nearby, Yun'er, help me close the door."

Zheng Xiuyan, who had no hands, passed Lin Yun'er's seat directly and sat down on the opposite side closer to Lin Xiuyuan.

Lin Yun'er turned her head after closing the door, and her eyes widened: No, unnie, you are treating me as a light bulb.

Fortunately, Zheng Xiuyan, as a woman, how could she not understand the sensitivity of girls.

So after seeing the subtle emotions in Lin Yun'er's eyes, she immediately shifted her attention, "By the way, Yun'er, here, I asked people to get a few design small bags before, you see if you like it, if you like it, take one."

After finishing, she took out a packed bag from the bag, crossed the dining table, and handed it to Lin Yun'er.

And Lin Xiuyuan, who was eating, looked up at the familiar style, and the barbecue in his mouth was no longer fragrant.

F*ck, isn't this the latest LV CARRYALL BB handbag?

Because he saw Li Juli carrying it the day before yesterday, and the other party also chatted with Little Dragon Cub about this bag, so Lin Xiuyuan had a deep impression.

At the same time, Zheng Xiuyan, who noticed Lin Xiuyuan's strange gaze, smiled slightly, "What's wrong, is it very familiar."

"Very familiar, isn't this your design."

In front of Lin Yun'er, what else could Lin Xiuyuan say, of course, it was to coax this one.

Sure enough, when Lin Yun'er showed a shocked expression, Zheng Xiuyan beside her hummed proudly, and the smile at the corners of her mouth was even happier because of someone's flattery.

Now she no longer needs the hypocritical support of outsiders.

What she really cares about is the boy beside her.

The other party's figure is quietly occupying an increasingly important position in the bottom of her heart.

Maybe because of Krystal, maybe because of Sulli, maybe... because of herself!!!

(End of chapter)