Chapter 233: Girls’ Generation Dormitory’s “cabinet Meeting”
The night in Cheongdam-dong was quiet like a layer of thin gauze, with vehicles occasionally passing on the street, their headlights stretching shadows that flickered with faint light on the wet road surface.
Outside the large window of Girls’ Generation’s dormitory living room, the warm yellow of the streetlight filtered in, casting a soft halo on the wooden floor, setting off the dark undercurrent about to surge inside the house.
As the Girls’ Generation members returned from the company’s rehearsal room, the original tranquility in the dormitory was suddenly broken.
Footsteps, the rustling of fabric while changing clothes, and low whispers in twos and threes intertwined back and forth between the living room and corridor.
Some laughed and shoved their way into rooms, others complained about how exhausting rehearsal was while taking off their shoes.
Outside the bathroom door, the low hum of the hair dryer and the patter of shower water came intermittently, the air filled with a mix of fragrances.
Fresh shower gel, sweet fruity shampoo scent, and that special warm aura unique to a girls’ dormitory.
Soon, everyone had finished washing up one after another, then changed into loose pajamas and home clothes, sitting around the living room sofa and carpet with slightly fatigued but focused expressions.
On the table were fruits, fried chicken, and beer bought on the road, but no one rushed to eat; everyone’s gazes unanimously turned to Kim Soft Soft in the center of the sofa.
She sat there, back straight, hands clasped on her knees, her expression no longer the mildness from rehearsal earlier, but carrying a solemn and restrained seriousness.
“Let’s start with the first topic, which is the recent atmosphere in the team.”
Kim Soft Soft’s voice was steady, but it carried pressure in everyone’s ears.
Her gaze slowly swept around, stopping on Jung Soo Yeon and Kim Hyo Yeon, “Especially the situation between you two, particularly Soo Yeon, your temper has obviously become much more irritable lately.”
She paused slightly, as if giving everyone one last chance, then her tone slowly sank, saying softly.
“Tonight, everyone should just speak up, no more holding back. If you keep making trouble after tonight, next time I won’t play peacemaker, but name names directly. After so many years as Girls’ Generation, what I least want to see is someone falling behind in the final stage, and even less want to be used by junior groups as a ‘negative example’.”
The air froze instantly, like invisible ropes tightening around everyone’s throats.
After a few seconds of silence, Kim Hyo Yeon spoke first, brow slightly furrowed, tone revealing grievance and confusion, “Taeyeon, don’t ask me, I really don’t know why Jessica has been targeting me lately.”
Hearing this, Jung Soo Yeon’s eye corner lifted slightly, her cold laugh sharp-edged, “Then you’re forgetting like a noble person, forgot about forcing Sulli to attend that party before?”
Her tone cut through the air like a blade, crisp and chilling, “But if you really want to deny it now, I can help you recall. So, do you want to confront it face-to-face, or keep finding other excuses.”
Kim Hyo Yeon opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to argue, but was stopped by Kim Soft Soft raising her hand.
She calmly summarized, “Soo Yeon, don’t get so fired up all the time, what’s going on.”
Though saying so, Kim Soft Soft, who had been calmly toned before, suddenly cooled in the next sentence, her gaze fixed on Kim Hyo Yeon, “Hyo Yeon, you should attend fewer parties too, and stop making random calls to others.”
Being named and criticized, Kim Hyo Yeon’s face stiffened, her breathing pausing for an instant.
But this person, dubbed “idiot” by teammates and fans alike, soon dropped another bomb.
“Since tonight is to solve Girls’ Generation’s problems, I’ll just say it outright: aren’t Jessica’s design items the biggest issue every time? Every team activity’s traffic always gets stolen by her clothing and designs.”
As she spoke, her stare at Jung Soo Yeon carried hostility, a hint of provocation at her mouth, “Then can I also launch my own trendy brand like Soo Young?”
As soon as the words fell, Choi Soo Young’s face changed instantly, the blanket she was fiddling with froze, her gaze flickering, unable to find a strong rebuttal for the moment.
Because… this matter was real, and the planning was already underway.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady, “My next one is a charity brand, all profits will go to charity, not a trendy brand, Hyo Yeon, don’t talk nonsense.”
However, Jung Soo Yeon wasn’t one to let her off easily.
She slowly narrowed her eyes, tone unhurried but edged, “Charity? Your personal charity, or Girls’ Generation’s charity?”
She glanced around, “If personal, does that count as profiting? If group, why haven’t I received any notice yet?”
Jung Soo Yeon straightened her back, elbow on the sofa armrest, her whole presence enveloped in a cold, confident aura.
“All my designs so far haven’t been sold, nor have I borrowed Girls’ Generation’s name to give them to others for advertising. Completely self-entertainment, unrelated to anyone, not linked to the group’s name.”
At this point, her lip corner lifted slightly, the arc elegant yet cold, without a trace of smile.
“If you have the ability, you can do the same as me.”
The voice saying this was like a blade grinding glass, calm yet oppressive, “Anyway, I won’t say anything, as long as you have the skills. But I just hope no plagiarism scandals arise, dragging Girls’ Generation down with it would be bad.”
Her tone shifted abruptly, Jung Soo Yeon fixed her gaze back on Choi Soo Young, her eyes like ice suddenly solidified under the light, sharp and piercing.
“So, if Choi Soo Young dares to sell even a penny’s worth with this so-called charity brand, I will immediately protest to the company.”
Speaking these words slowly and clearly, like nailing each condition word by word, “Or as I said before, either self-entertain, or openly use Girls’ Generation’s name.”
After finishing, she slowly exhaled, as if punctuating her words, but the sharpness wasn’t fully retracted.
“But if you want to skirt the edges, and the company plays deaf and dumb, I won’t swallow any silent loss. With the internet so developed now, who knows if Dispatch might break some news?”
Her eye corner lifted slightly, lip hooking a mocking curve, “Like Kim Soo-hyun, right? Anyway, I’ve said the ugly words upfront, everyone weigh it in your hearts.”
The living room plunged into dead silence, the air like paused, only the wall clock’s second hand ticking crisply.
Choi Soo Young pursed her lips, gaze slightly evading, as if weighing whether to take up this fire.
Her clenched fist unconsciously tightened the blanket’s edge, knuckles whitening from the force.
Tiffany glanced at her, coughed lightly, like a silent reminder.
Hinting the other to rein it in, not push the situation further out of control.
Kwon Yuri sat aside, arms crossed, brows lightly furrowed, revealing some struggle.
Her expression weighing options, but ultimately choosing silence, not adding fuel.
Seo Hyun kept her head down, hands clasped on her lap, expression seemingly steady, but her gaze meticulously scanning everyone’s faces, silently noting every detail on site.
Only Sunny and Lin Xiaolu sat quietly leaning together, backs somewhat relaxed, like watching a storm unrelated to them, with no intention to interject.
Kim Soft Soft took a gentle breath, spine still straight, gaze shuttling between Jung Soo Yeon and Choi Soo Young, waiting for their emotions to cool slightly.
But she didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence linger a few more seconds until the tension was almost suffocating, then broke the stiffness.
“I know everyone has things they want to do, dreams and plans, that’s fine.”
Her voice was low, yet carried an unquestionable force, “But you must understand one premise: we are still Girls’ Generation now.”
She turned to Choi Soo Young, tone adding steady easing, “Soo Young, if you want to do a charity brand, I have no objection, even will support you fully.”
“But as Soo Yeon just said, since she set the example, hope everyone follows that model, keep profit at the bottom line without crossing it. As for ‘charity’ or whatever, Soo Young, no need to emphasize, we’re all in the industry, can’t you hear the implication?”
Then she looked at Jung Soo Yeon, gaze direct, “Soo Yeon, you have talent and ability for design, but your attitude sometimes makes things stiffer…”
“No need to worry.”
Jung Soo Yeon snorted coldly, gaze unaverted, “I can shut up very quietly from now on.”
As she spoke, she slightly turned her head, looking at Tiffany beside her.
Thinking the other wanted her help, Tiffany immediately smiled and smoothed things over, “We’ve been together so many years, no need to turn this into mutual attacks, right? Anyway, all for the group’s good.”
But in the next second, hearing Jung Soo Yeon’s response, her smile froze instantly, face stiff in place.
“No, I mean, I’ll probably be very busy from now on.”
Jung Soo Yeon’s tone was light, yet carried undeniable resolve, her gaze faintly sweeping over everyone present.
Then casually explained, “Those variety shows and endorsements I missed before have come knocking recently. I was going to focus on design, but since some think it’s so bad, I’ll just take on other things.”
At this point, she stopped, seeming to consider if to continue.
But Jung Soo Yeon’s words, sounding offhand, pierced deeply into Tiffany’s heart with each word.
“Plus magazines and interviews from the lighthouse country side, besides the concert tour, I’ll be busy, so no need to worry about seeing too much of me.”
As Jung Soo Yeon said this, Tiffany’s expression was full of shock, staring tightly at her.
Because these resources, starting last year, were all handled by her, and the first half of this year cooperated well, but after a full year recently, issues arose before she could ask the company.
Now the answer jumped out: Jung Soo Yeon took them back.
Or rather, these resources originally belonged to Jung Soo Yeon; last year she didn’t succeed on the acting path, so started attending wine receptions everywhere to find opportunities.
At that time, Tiffany seized the chance, negotiating these resources from the company.
Unexpectedly, after eating for just a year, not even full, Jung Soo Yeon simply reached out and took them all back.
What made Tiffany uneasy was that in Girls’ Generation, she and Jung Soo Yeon were both “overseas faction,” though images clashed somewhat, settings were similar.
Her popularity and status couldn’t match the other’s, so she basically ate leftovers from the other’s resources.
Until last year forming the TaeTiSeo subunit, Tiffany gained more attention and fans beyond her crescent-eye smile description.
And that subunit spot was supposedly Jung Soo Yeon’s initially, after all, the Taengsic sound CP ran from debut to now.
But last year Jung Soo Yeon chose acting, so it went to her and Seo Hyun.
Actually, by strength and background, Sunny should have been one.
It’s just this third oldest doesn’t fight or grab usually.
But with Jung Soo Yeon stepping up now, her popularity not hurt by last year’s issues but even rising, Tiffany, merely a substitute, suddenly only had the subunit left in a blink.
Thinking this, Tiffany felt bitter inside, spoke up, “These resource splits weren’t agreed last year?”
“Yeah, so I didn’t say anything this whole year.”
Jung Soo Yeon’s tone calm, even somewhat indifferent, “I kept quiet for a year, and even now a year later, it wasn’t me approaching brands, they came to me; you can ask the company.”
Her words clear and straightforward, like a sharp blade slicing the silence.
Also letting Tiffany hear the other’s intent to hide nothing, so wanting to retort but finding no words.
“I…”
Jung Soo Yeon’s words were clear and disheartening.
Asking the company what use? If brands specified her, pushing herself would be resource snatching.
If it escalated to resource grabbing, Tiffany dared not imagine what resources she’d get if Jung Soo Yeon used company ties ruthlessly.
Luckily, there’s still the subunit.
At this point, the atmosphere heavy, Kim Soft Soft spoke again, voice gentle yet firm.
“Alright, tonight’s little meeting is for the group, not to embarrass anyone, but to make our coming days smoother.”
She looked at Tiffany, tone rising slightly: “So Pani, if you and Soo Yeon have issues, talk directly to oppa there.”
Tiffany silently closed her mouth, her heart full of words, even wanting to push Jung Soo Yeon.
But Jung Soo Yeon’s sharp aura made her afraid to act rashly.
Mainly, the other had no obvious handle; the only “weak spot” was just her unclear relationship with a guy.
And that clearly wasn’t worth using, not a real handle.
After all, she and Nichkhun were the same; Kim Hyo Yeon and Choi Soo Young even dated openly.
Such things, who could say clearly.
Seeing Tiffany silent, Kim Soft Soft’s gaze slowly swept everyone, tone raised slightly.
“I’ll emphasize again: while the group isn’t officially disbanded and contracts remain, Girls’ Generation’s name and image are shared by all. Personal things ok, but must not affect the group’s reputation and work.”
Each word like knocking on hearts, carrying responsibility and irrefutable force.
Everyone’s gazes locked on her, air stagnant for an instant.
“I don’t want backbiting, cold violence, or outsiders knowing our rifts first.”
She paused, showing a faint smile, “If I find such things next time, I won’t meet here, but name names in company meeting room; I really don’t want to be that kind of captain.”
At that moment, her smile wasn’t warm.
Just then, Jung Soo Yeon spoke faintly, “Since you all spoke, I’ll raise a suggestion too.”
Tonight Jung Soo Yeon’s presence was astonishingly strong, not by aggressive tone, but upright direct attacks forcing everyone retreatless.
Hearing her about to speak, attention snapped to her, like drawn by irresistible force; even Kim Soft Soft slowly turned, watching quietly.
“I know my next words might make some uncomfortable,”
Jung Soo Yeon’s voice soft yet edged, each word precisely placed, “but as one of Girls’ Generation’s members, some things need saying face-to-face.”
Saying so, she turned to Sunny, giving a slight smile carrying ambiguous closeness, making Sunny’s heart tighten, instinctively straightening her back.
“It’s simple: at the next monthly meeting, for Sunny’s resources, I’ll suggest to oppa to arrange fair distribution for everyone.”
This steady-toned statement was like tossing a stone into calm lake.
“I think Sunny has no status or background; if by background, some have better than Sunny, yet she gets no less resources. But Sunny, over years, resources sparse, inevitably making people feel Girls’ Generation favors some over others.”
At this, Jung Soo Yeon’s tone turned somewhat emotional.
“And from debut to now, Sunny’s been wronged too long. Before, Taeyeon didn’t call meetings on this, I’d let it go, but since we’re meeting now and everyone willing to speak, saying fair words should be ok, right.”
Here, Jung Soo Yeon’s gaze slowly shifted between members, quietly waiting for rebuttal.
But ultimately, Kim Soft Soft spoke, “Sunny’s matter, wasn’t it already arranged by the company?”
“Company arrangements based on us all staying silent; now I think it’s unreasonable.”
Jung Soo Yeon’s gaze fixed on Kim Soft Soft, tone calm yet with undeniable oppression.
Though not captain, she was the team’s biggest senior.
“Just because of a niece identity, need constant transparency?”
This out, the dormitory living room atmosphere froze instantly, all attention on her.
Jung Soo Yeon shifted, continuing, “Over years, who in team hasn’t received Sunny’s favors? Now I don’t demand repayment or anyone speak; I’ll communicate with company.”
Then to Sunny, “What Sunny deserves, not one bit less; from my share ok, pluck from you ok, or spread from others, whatever, she gets what’s due. Since meeting tonight, I’ll say it outright.”
Jung Soo Yeon’s tone eerily calm, but each word hammered hearts.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, expression resolute, as if determined to expose and resolve all injustices.
Kim Soft Soft, just back from 25, eyes flashed deep thought; she’d long heard unknown secrets from Kim Tae Yeon, how could she not see through Jung Soo Yeon’s intent.
So looking at Jung Soo Yeon, eyes narrowing slightly, “Soo Yeon, you’re being unreasonable; before was already settled, not us wronging Sunny.”
Jung Soo Yeon met Kim Soft Soft’s gaze unflinchingly, tone unhurried, “So before I said nothing; I’m saying from now on.”
Kim Soft Soft deeply breathed, gaze’s sharpness not dulled by rebuttal, but sharper.
Meanwhile, Sunny shocked speechless since Jung Soo Yeon started, eyes full of confusion and helplessness, totally unprepared for this complex situation.
Seeing Jung Soo Yeon and Kim Soft Soft clashing, she hurriedly spoke to break stalemate, “Hey, no need to argue, I don’t want resources, I’m lazy, this is fine.”
Her voice trembled slightly, trying casual demeanor, but eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety.
She really didn’t need; she just wanted to game and slack.
Yet the one pulling her in knew her thoughts best, responding without hesitation.
“Sunny, slack as you want, required work must be done. Personal activities not in shares, but total income tiered; more your income, our bonuses more.”
Jung Soo Yeon, prepared excuses ready, airtight.
Sunny mouth agape, stunned, even wanting to curse.
Because if she didn’t do these, others would; why dump this big pot on her.
Others wanted to speak, but next second held back by neighbors.
Speaking now really idiot, offending many.
Mainly Jung Soo Yeon’s demand reasonable, no selfishness, purely standing up for Sunny.
So if someone opposed now, unimaginable beauty of that scene.
In this case, only three could speak.
Captain, suggester, and the person involved.
So Kim Soft Soft glanced around, settling on Jung Soo Yeon, tone emotionless.
“Then by your meaning, Soo Yeon, you’re willing to give one share of Sunny’s resources from your side?”
“My side?”
Jung Soo Yeon raised brow, tone more certain, “Taeyeon, you misunderstood; I mean company-allocated resources to us be fairly distributed; only targeting company ones, not personal named ones.”
Kim Soft Soft’s brows furrowed slightly, scanning, seeing some members clearly head down, avoiding her gaze.
Finally to Jung Soo Yeon, tone unhurried, “So need to yield one share from everyone’s portions; have you considered everyone?”
“Sunny’s eaten enough losses over years.”
Jung Soo Yeon didn’t reply immediately, first giving deep look, gaze sharp as piercing hearts.
“Avoided suspicion so many years, enough? You said we’re Girls’ Generation; why some eat others’ ‘blood buns,’ then yin-yang in team?”
Her voice not loud, yet hammered eardrums.
Finally Jung Soo Yeon leaned forward slightly, hands lightly overlapped on table, gaze coldly sweeping, tone firmer, “So time to give her justice.”
“You can’t just say we unwilling; such things need discussion.”
Kim Soft Soft’s tone steady, eyes adding depth.
“So this is me suggesting.” Jung Soo Yeon nodded.
“So I’m suggesting now.”
Jung Soo Yeon lip curved slightly, words sharp.
“Then what does everyone say?”
Kim Soft Soft turned, gaze sequentially on others’ faces.
Kwon Yuri nodded first, “I agree with Sica.”
Seo Hyun softly agreed, “Me too.”
Kim Soft Soft to Tiffany and Kim Hyo Yeon, “You?”
Tiffany pursed lips, hesitated, then nodded, “Ok.”
Kim Hyo Yeon shrugged, “Fine, no problem.”
Choi Soo Young added softly, “Can.”
Lin Xiaolu raised hand, OK gesture, with easy smile.
Remaining Sunny, watching, heart surging sour heat.
She looked up at Jung Soo Yeon, eyes genuine moved, but unclear oddness lingering; this felt off somehow.
With major topics ended, atmosphere eased, tense air like loosened rope.
Remaining minor issues: rehearsal focus, time sense, on-camera expressions, friendship management etc.
These paled compared to prior topics.
Fried chicken aroma wafted again; Sunny first reached for a piece, “Meeting done, how about late-night snack? Getting cold.”
“Heat up?” Kwon Yuri suggested casually.
So some grabbed, some chopsticks; beer cans popped, relaxed chat slowly returned to living room.
As fried chicken and beer scents overtook meeting’s gunpowder, members dove into food and idle talk.
Kim Soft Soft set down beer can, gaze sweeping, then lightly tapped Jung Soo Yeon’s wrist, nodding toward floor-to-ceiling window.
Two tacitly stood, bypassing sofa area to window spot.
Outside window Cheongdam-dong night, neon reflecting their side-by-side shadows on glass.
Kim Soft Soft back against window frame, arms crossed, expression calm.
Jung Soo Yeon slightly leaned, against side sill, lip with ambiguous smile.
“That scene earlier, you really got into the role.” She spoke lowly, voice teasing.
Kim Soft Soft softly “hmph,” smile shallow, “Otherwise, how would they lay hearts bare?”
Jung Soo Yeon raised brow, eyes flashing understanding, “So I deliberately prodded extra; else Kim Hyo Yeon wouldn’t show hand so quick, and Choi Soo Young’s matter needed early exposure, or it’d become bomb under my ass.”
“Mm.” Kim Soft Soft nodded, serious, “So I followed by toning down, making them rein in; as for Sunny…”
She paused, lip imperceptibly hooked, “How was my coordination? You push, I press; she hesitates, others can’t say no; got it easily.”
Jung Soo Yeon smiled lightly, gaze through glass to living room, “Pretty tacit; but think someone saw through, no matter, justified cause, every word stands scrutiny.”
“Yeah, this little meeting can only delay a bit.”
“So our clashing doesn’t matter.”
“Mm, whether or not, let them think slowly.” Kim Soft Soft calm, “Some words can’t say straight, so only this way.”
Brief silence, Jung Soo Yeon changed topic, tone probing, “Right, first seeing the future… what feeling?”
Kim Soft Soft’s gaze shifted slightly, as if touched sensitive spot.
She didn’t answer right away, turned head, gaze over familiar faces in sofa area.
Sunny laughing chatting, voice bell-like crisp;
Tiffany head down fiddling phone, occasionally frowning, handling something;
Seo Hyun still focused nibbling rice cake, quiet gentle.
Kim Soft Soft watching, somewhat lost in thought, moments later softly, voice gentle yet unshakable certain, “Compared to life and death, these… really nothing.”
Jung Soo Yeon gazed at her, no more questions, silently withdrew sight.
Outside window night still deep, as if swallowing this brief talk and their secret.
Much later, living room quieted.
Original lively atmosphere unknowingly dissipated; many washed up back to rooms, preparing rest.
Only Kim Soft Soft still on sofa dazed at TV ahead, mind not on meeting, but news from Kim Tae Yeon.
Then Lin Xiaolu from room, glanced her, sat beside.
Due environment, couldn’t say much, just simply, “Oni don’t overthink, look forward. Since knowing that door, everything better; don’t believe, look at me now, Soo Yeon oni, snowball~”
Kim Soft Soft heard, lip faint smile, “You hid deep.”
Lin Xiaolu helpless shrug, grumbled, “Not my thing, that side’s membership system.”
Then hurriedly arms out, hugged Kim Soft Soft tight, “Ok, oni, rest early, tired tonight.”
“Mm.”
Kim Soft Soft nodded lightly, rose to her room.
In the room, Sunny not asleep yet.
Seeing Kim Soft Soft back, Sunny first spoke, “Taeyeon, you and Soo Yeon crazy tonight, flipping skirts like that easy to blow up.”
“Where flipping skirts? Just releasing some pressure from pressure cooker, lest one day really explodes as you say, real trouble. And then, not just team issues, company problems more.”
“You know?” Sunny startled, cautiously probed.
As insider, she knew plenty, more than Kim Soft Soft before today.
Kim Soft Soft knew that, but never minded much; after today, even less.
So smiled, “Know what, I know nothing, sleep.”
Then lay bed, covered quilt, eyes closed, leaving Sunny profound back.
Room quieted, only outside window wind softly blowing, bringing chill.
……
……
Next day,
Day after Wimbledon.
London’s sunlight through heavy curtain gaps, quietly into guest room, warm rays on sheets and scattered clothes, lazy atmosphere.
Lin Xiuyuan woke groggy, saw Krystal beside still hazy in sleep, head on pillow, brow slightly furrowed, not fully awake.
Then rubbed eyes, rolled over for bedside phone, saw time, couldn’t help low “What the fck, 1 pm.”
Nearby Krystal disturbed by sudden voice, brow furrowed more, half-opened eyes reached arm around his waist, lazily “What?”
“We overslept, afternoon 1.” Lin Xiuyuan smiled, reached smooth her cheek strands.
Krystal slowly “mm,” arm not loosening, “Hungry?”
“A bit.” Lin Xiuyuan leaned down, kiss on her forehead, “Get up, wash, out for food; Jessica probably awake long ago.”
Krystal soft hum, still unwilling release, hugged tighter, mumbling, “You not suited lazy sleep life.”
Even so, pulled up by him, barely hoodie on, laughing scold yet chuckling, “Really, Xiuyuan~ don’t you feel life too busy?”
When they tidied out guest room, Jessica ahead, informed, waiting doorway, sunglasses on, bag in hand, refreshed.
Jessica raised brow, seeing two just-woke look, lips slightly pursed.
Young cute boy impressive huh, show off daily.
London street air coolish, three walking, casually chatting return plans.
Krystal stepping sidewalk bricks: “I still busy activities, probably fly LA two days.”
Jessica adjusted sunglasses, eyes tired, “Then I direct back Seoul, things there not sorted, back two days, then to China.”
Krystal turned to Lin Xiuyuan, smile, “Then take Xiuyuan back together, lest he lonely alone.”
Lin Xiuyuan just smiled, no clear yes or no.
Jessica slight frown, “Jung Soo Jung, your tone makes me like sidekick.”
“Exactly, Jessica.” Krystal laughed.
So ever decisive three, simple lunch after, quickly set itinerary, packed, left.
Guest room door, Krystal hugged Lin Xiuyuan, low words only they hear, then tiptoed, hot kiss on lips.
“Busy done, back Seoul find you.”
“Got it.”
“Busy done find you enough, time go, not never see.”
Such clingy romantic scene, only Jessica annoyed.
Hours later, Lin Xiuyuan with Jessica boarded Seoul flight.
Then over ten hours flight, utterly exhausting.
Feeling Incheon Airport cold wind hit upon arrival, already next day late night.
“Call ride?” Jessica dragging luggage, about to pull phone.
But Lin Xiuyuan directly stopped her, “No need, this way, got pickup.”
So leading Jessica out terminal, faced familiar SUV.
And Lee Ji-eun, said no late nights, now leaning car door, gaze long locked exit.
Seeing Lin Xiuyuan, she beamed bright smile, approached, “Good evening, Xiuyuan~”
“Good evening, thanks waiting so long, Ji-eun.”
Lin Xiuyuan smiled, lightly hugged her, turned to Jessica, “Dazing? Come, or take own cab?”
“Don’t mess, Xiuyuan~”
Lee Ji-eun slight smile, stepped forward greet Jessica.
Brief chat after, Lee Ji-eun took Jessica’s luggage, handed Lin Xiuyuan.
Lin Xiuyuan took Jessica’s luggage, tossed trunk, easy vibe lightening weary trip.
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