Chapter 105: “don’t You Want To Try It?”
Beside the parking lot.
Lin Xiuyuan looked at Jeon Boram not far away, and the first impression that came to mind was not her here, but that set of airport photos from 2025.
Petite, fair-skinned, yet her figure was surprisingly plump and full, even the loose shirt was “propped” into a curve, making one doubt its realism.
But when he finally met this 2013 version of Jeon Boram in person for the first time offline, he realized that compared to her in 2025, this version was even more “outrageous.”
Jeon Boram stood under the mottled light and shadow of the streetlight.
Wearing a pure white short knit cardigan paired with a high-waisted light blue A-line short skirt, the hem just covering one-third of her thigh.
Her calves weren’t long, but they were white—white that even the dim night couldn’t hide.
Plus the cream-colored stacked socks rolled at the ankles, instantly maxing out the youthful vibe.
But this youthful outfit, paired with curves far beyond the norm.
Felt completely natural, even more fatal.
Beneath her petite frame, the nearly exaggerated bust-to-waist ratio made it hard to look away.
Her slender waist, just a handful, was perfectly wrapped by the knit cardigan, subtly outlining seductive curves where it stretched taut, with distinct rises and falls.
And at her current age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, she was in the golden transition phase from young girl to mature beauty.
“Incredible.”
Lin Xiuyuan subconsciously murmured in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaolu right beside him heard it perfectly, then pinched him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Tone down your gaze, okay? Lin Xiuyuan, you like this type?”
“Who wouldn’t.”
Lin Xiuyuan didn’t deny it, admitting generously.
After all, a legal and compliant young girl loli… no, mature loli, who could refuse?
“Ew, you’re such a perv.”
Lin Xiaolu huffed in disgust.
Then Lin Xiuyuan grinned. “Like this? Then tonight, let’s go for seafood and Wagyu beef set meal. I think I can max out your card, or get takeout, Lin Xiaolu.”
“No way. Let’s do Budae Jjigae. Ramen fills you up.”
While the two were bickering here, Park Ji-yeon over there had already finished chatting with Jeon Boram and walked over, arm in arm with her.
She looked at Lin Xiuyuan and Sulli with a funny expression. “Oppa, Sulli, you definitely won’t guess one thing.”
“The owner of that apartment next to mine is her, right?”
Hearing Park Ji-yeon’s words, Lin Xiuyuan said it without any hesitation.
Then he met Park Ji-yeon’s shocked gaze. “Oppa, how did you guess?”
Beside them, Lin Xiaolu smiled and added, “This apartment isn’t big. If he’s buying, the landlord who could come back is probably just Bo Ram unnie.”
Then she and Sulli greeted Jeon Boram together.
Jeon Boram also looked at these three girls who rarely interacted in daily life with some curiosity, then turned her gaze to Lin Xiuyuan, the only guy. Though not one for gossip, she couldn’t resist the curiosity delivered right to her door.
She was even more surprised that the person buying her real estate turned out to be her group’s maknae’s friend.
After some small talk, Park Ji-yeon simply pulled Jeon Boram. “Unnie, you haven’t had dinner either. Why not join us? We can chat about the house purchase too—kill two birds with one stone. We have to talk anyway.”
The somewhat socially anxious Jeon Boram was about to refuse, but then heard the enthusiastic invitations from Lin Xiaolu and Sulli. Now she really couldn’t decline, so she nodded in agreement.
Finally, dinner was set at that barbecue restaurant by the Han River.
As Lin Xiaolu put it to Lin Xiuyuan: No seafood, no Wagyu beef, but Korean beef will fill you up.
Half an hour later, everyone filed into the private room at the barbecue restaurant and started a lively dinner.
At this point, Park Ji-yeon didn’t forget to act as the lubricant between Jeon Boram and the others, proactively starting the conversation. “By the way, unnie, when did you buy that real estate?”
“The year before last. Houses weren’t expensive then, and I really liked this not-too-high, not-too-low apartment. Plus, there are two big trees outside the window—especially pretty in summer—so I bought it.”
Jeon Boram, who was competing with Sulli for grilling rights, let go of the tongs upon hearing the voice and answered Park Ji-yeon’s question.
Then she looked at Lin Xiuyuan. “Um, Mr. Lin, if you want it, I can sell it to you at the original price.”
Though Seoul housing prices had indeed risen quite a bit in the past two years, on the way over, Jeon Boram had noticed that Park Ji-yeon and Lin Xiuyuan seemed quite close, so she didn’t bother haggling and offered the original price.
But as soon as she said it, Sulli, who had snatched grilling rights, quickly spoke up. “Unnie, no need. We all know Seoul prices have gone up these past two years. Just sell at market price.”
This apartment was originally Sulli buying it for Lin Xiuyuan. She didn’t want to owe any favors—that would dilute the purity of her intention.
After all, the price increase these two years was substantial, over ten percent. For a whole apartment, that wasn’t a small amount, so Sulli spoke up promptly to block Jeon Boram’s “original price.”
Now Jeon Boram was a bit confused. Wasn’t Lin Xiuyuan the buyer?
Her big eyes darted this way and that, suddenly at a loss for words.
Luckily, Park Ji-yeon chimed in timely. “Sulli is paying, unnie. Just go with what she says.”
Understanding most of it, Jeon Boram gave Lin Xiuyuan a strange look, which made Lin Xiaolu beside him hold back laughter.
Lin Xiuyuan, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm, continuing to eat the grilled snacks, then glanced at Little Deer Bambi beside him and went straight for the face.
Real face-to-face, leaning to her earlobe, staring at the pink tender earlobe and whispering softly, “If you dare laugh out loud, when Yoona comes to settle accounts for the ‘bullet comments’ thing, I’ll trick you into coming over and watch you PK in person offline.”
Lin Xiaolu, made a bit uneasy by the hot breath, was about to dodge when she heard this “devil’s whisper” and jerked to look at him.
“Next time you complain, be more subtle. Such obvious drifting screen—who couldn’t guess?”
Lin Xiuyuan straightened up with a slight smile, tempted to show her the “threat” text from Lin Dajun on the 16pro, but no phone on him, so later.
But that didn’t stop him from threatening her—she started it.
So the Lin Xiaolu who was holding back laughter a second ago puffed up her little face in anger.
Her round deer eyes glared fiercely at Lin Xiuyuan a few times, huffed lightly, but didn’t dare laugh out loud again.
Witnessing all this, Jeon Boram was full of shock and confusion, then looked at Park Ji-yeon again. But even Little Ji-yeon couldn’t explain much, just shrugged, indicating it’s exactly as you see, unnie.
Suddenly feeling her head itchy, like her brain was growing, Jeon Boram quickly excused herself to step out and dodge the group, planning to sort out their relationships.
Without Jeon Boram in the private room, things loosened up immediately.
“Lin Xiuyuan, did I send you the message from over there?”
“Duh, you cursed so pointedly—how could she not guess it was you?”
“Ah, what? What happened?”
Seeing the two bickering, Park Ji-yeon excitedly leaned in, eyes sparkling.
Sulli seemed to guess something and smiled faintly. “Ah, Yoona unnie knows it was us?”
Facing Park Ji-yeon’s curious gaze, she smiled and explained the afternoon situation. After hearing it, Park Ji-yeon seemed surprisingly calm.
After all, compared to her own bold “old woman” line, this was nothing—just very targeted.
Then they chatted about the house purchase. Sulli voiced her thoughts and got Lin Xiaolu’s approval. “Exactly. Money has to be spent anyway—no need to owe favors. Solve it with money if you can.”
“Then I’ll go talk to unnie.” Hearing this, Park Ji-yeon set down her chopsticks and left the private room.
The others continued chatting, but when it turned to Krystal, Lin Xiaolu suddenly looked at Lin Xiuyuan. “Right, that rainy night a while back—did you and Krystal come here?”
“You recognized us?”
Lin Xiuyuan knew she meant the night Krystal first came over, so he asked worriedly.
“It really was you. No wonder Jung Soo Yeon unnie was in such a rush.”
Lin Xiaolu chuckled lightly, then shook her head. “Krystal didn’t recognize you—too far away. Just vaguely familiar. You she spotted.”
She’d actually recognized him the first time she saw Lin Xiuyuan at the tavern.
Back then, seeing Jung Soo Yeon so familiar with him, she’d almost thought he was Jung Soo Jung’s boyfriend. Who knew there was such a huge secret later—mind-blowing.
Puzzle solved, Jeon Boram and Park Ji-yeon finally returned to the private room.
After their outside talk, Jeon Boram, sitting back down, learned Sulli and Lin Xiuyuan didn’t want to take a friend’s money and even offered to return the favor twofold. The final result: discount the housing price and round it off.
And so, the house matter was settled. Find time tomorrow to sign the contract and transfer ownership.
In the end, Jeon Boram snatched the bill, saying she’d made money from the sale—time to celebrate.
After it ended, Park Ji-yeon went back to the dormitory with Jeon Boram, Sulli took Lin Xiaolu’s car, and only Lin Xiuyuan drove back alone.
On the way back, Jeon Boram finally had time to ask about Park Ji-yeon and Lin Xiuyuan’s relationship. “Ji-yeon, what’s your relationship with that guy? Seems pretty intimate. Never heard about it before.”
“Oppa? He’s my benefactor in life.”
When it came to describing Lin Xiuyuan, this was the best Park Ji-yeon could come up with.
“Benefactor?”
But in Jeon Boram’s ears, it was confusing.
For idols like them, benefactors were few: resources, background, status, or money.
But Lin Xiuyuan’s impression didn’t fit any—Sulli paid for the house, under his name. That alone shocked Jeon Boram for a while.
Seeing Jeon Boram’s puzzled face, Park Ji-yeon knew she couldn’t explain clearly, so she smiled. “Hard to say more. Just know oppa’s not a bad guy, and I’m not being scammed.”
Jeon Boram hesitated. “Your situation right now makes me feel like you are being scammed.”
“It can’t be that Little Deer… Yoona unnie, and Sulli are all scammed too, right? We’re not all that dumb.”
Seeing explanations failing, Park Ji-yeon roped in the others to share the blame.
“Hard to say.”
Another mutter, but Jeon Boram finally sighed lightly. “Just be careful. Don’t trust people too easily. Insiders? Even group members backstab. Right?”
As Jeon Boram said this, Park Ji-yeon fell silent.
She knew who her unnie meant, so she stopped explaining, feeling a bit down.
Seeing Korean entertainment’s rapid growth in the coming years from 2025, yet her group missing the chance, step by step toward the abyss.
Truth be told, the first night crossing the time-space door, Park Ji-yeon didn’t sleep a wink.
But from learning the news till now, she couldn’t think of any good solution, helplessly watching the scenery recede outside the window, heart heavy.
Meanwhile.
Driving back to the apartment, Lin Xiuyuan sent a “good night” in the group, thought about it, pulled Lin Xiaolu into the 【Solve Worries Small Courtyard】 group, then returned to 2025.
Then he saw several missed calls on the 16pro, all from Lin Dajun.
Smiling, he replied that she’d gone home, and instantly got a gritted-teeth emoji back.
They chatted about the afternoon live broadcast.
In Lin Dajun’s words, it was the camera’s fault—the lens used this time wasn’t right; she wasn’t like that in reality.
Lin Xiuyuan could tell; her on-camera look differed from real life.
Face was chubbier, but no eye bags before.
Probably too much pheromones last night, didn’t sleep well.
Even so, Lin Xiuyuan smilingly replied: Tell Yoona then.
Silence there for a moment, then a “biting puppy” emoji, followed by: I’m the real Yoona!!!
In the blink of an eye, time reached the next morning.
Lin Xiuyuan suppressed his instincts, gently pushed away the long beautiful leg draped over him, and tiptoed out of bed to wash up.
But when returning to change, he heard a lazy question from the bed. “So early—where are you going?”
He turned to see Krystal awake, clutching the quilt to cover herself, posture lazy and alluring.
Lin Xiuyuan explained, “Didn’t I tell you last night? Meeting Jeon Boram to sign the contract today—gotta be punctual.”
Krystal glanced at the time: 8 a.m.
She smiled, crooked a finger at him gently. “You agreed on nine. Still time—come here.”
“Hm?”
Her gaze lifted slightly, voice seductive. “While your period is late, don’t you want to try the feeling without an umbrella?”
“…”
Lin Xiuyuan’s breathing instantly grew heavy.
This woman was a true succubus.
4K delivered, more later. Godfathers, beg for guaranteed monthly tickets, monthly tickets!!!
（PS: New title, see if you LSPs like it）
