Chapter 87: Jung Soo Yeon’s “design”
Noon.
Lin Xiuyuan had just woken up from the sofa, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and as he looked up, he saw Im Yoon Ah still sitting on the high stool, staring motionless at the screen.
“Still watching? There aren’t even many words. No need to keep staring like this.” He yawned while casually saying.
“Boss Lin, is this teacher also a member of the small tavern?”
Hearing the voice from behind, Im Yoon Ah turned around, staring at Lin Xiuyuan with her deer eyes flashing with complex emotions as she asked.
“Who? The one who gave you ‘guidance’?”
Lin Xiuyuan, not fully awake yet, didn’t react for a moment.
Only after seeing her nod did he think for a bit, “No, she’s not a member herself, but she is indeed the ‘connections’ of one of our members.”
“Connections?”
Im Yoon Ah softly repeated.
“Yeah.”
Lin Xiuyuan sat up, yawned, then stood up.
Krystal’s older sister, former teammate, colleague from the old company, older sister he’s known since childhood—this relationship and connections are fine.
At this moment, the video ended once again, and Lin Xiuyuan quickly pulled out the USB drive, “Alright, really stop watching. If you keep staring like this, I’m worried you’ll go dumb from it.”
Sitting Im Yoon Ah didn’t stop him this time. The video wasn’t long to begin with, and after watching it repeatedly for so long, she had basically memorized it.
And Lin Xiuyuan’s response made her laugh, “Dumb, no, but my brain does feel a bit heavy.”
Hearing the response, Lin Xiuyuan glanced at the clock, “Let’s go out to eat. It’s just noon.”
“Yeah, Boss Lin, is there anything you want to eat? I’ll treat you.”
Im Yoon Ah nodded and stood up, then smiled and said.
In response, Lin Xiuyuan chuckled helplessly, “Oh my, waking up from a nap and you’re being polite now, Yoona~”
“This is called respect.” Im Yoon Ah was annoyed.
More than ten minutes later, the two left the small tavern and arrived at a nearby barbecue restaurant, choosing a private room to sit down.
At the dining table, Lin Xiuyuan quietly watched Im Yoon Ah prepare the dipping sauce, arrange side dishes, and flip the meat slices.
Suddenly, he remembered a couple of evenings ago, when Lin Dajun was in the small tavern of 2025, helping him set out the takeout boxes while chattering on.
As the scenes overlapped, Lin Xiuyuan couldn’t help but lower his head and laugh.
Im Yoon Ah across from him looked up at him, “What are you laughing at?”
“What if your fans found out that the goddess they like is actually barbecuing for me? What would their reaction be?”
“Kill you.”
Im Yoon Ah lifted her gaze to glance at him, then smiled.
Lin Xiuyuan nodded in agreement, “Yeah, probably about that.”
“By the way, Lin Xiuyuan, can I ask how you met Soo Jung older sister?”
Hearing the question, Lin Xiuyuan paused his motion to pick up the chopsticks and said in surprise, “Oh, didn’t I mention it before?”
Im Yoon Ah shook her head, “Not at all. I asked older sister, and she didn’t reply to me either.”
So, she was really curious.
But the next moment, she got anxious.
Because Lin Xiuyuan replied, “Can you not ask?”
“???”
Im Yoon Ah glared at him tightly, “What? Is how you met so unspeakable or shady?”
“A bit of both.”
Lin Xiuyuan, eating a piece of barbecued meat, thought about their first meeting—one seducing, one proactive, and then the time-space door thing.
This really was a bit unspeakable and shady.
And his answer made Im Yoon Ah’s pupils shake, thinking about her usually cold and aloof ice-queen older sister being especially enthusiastic toward the person in front of her.
So she clicked her tongue, “Tch, fine, I won’t ask.”
“Yeah, let’s eat.”
But just as the two were talking about Jung Soo Yeon, she was at that moment in a small private workshop, looking at a handbag and some clothing samples that she had previously brought design drawings here for the workers to make.
In her ear was the surprise and flattery from an ordinary friend, “Wow, Jessica, your designs this time have such a great feel, so beautiful. Like this, we can directly launch a brand and make money ourselves.”
Jung Soo Yeon, putting down the sample in her hand, turned to look at the figure beside her, her mind thinking about something, then shook her head, “Pause this idea for now. I have no plans to launch a brand at the moment. Work comes first.”
“It won’t delay you. You focus on your schedule, I’ll handle these things. You just provide the design blueprints. Once the brand launches, your fans will hype it up, and the next Edison will be you, Soo Yeon.”
The woman speaking had short hair, a long face, small eyes—a typical peninsula look if there ever was one.
And what she was saying now, she had said to Jung Soo Yeon last year, or every time they met.
With the development of the internet, the title “fashion top luxury” started spreading among ordinary people.
Smart people who keenly captured business opportunities began cosplaying big-brand design drawings, then modifying them into “their own creativity.”
Then small-batch production for sale, under the banner of “original,” packaging themselves as emerging fashion icons.
This small group probably started emerging around 2010, and over these years, more people joined, gradually evolving into what Seoul’s underground fashion circle calls the “new nobility.”
But all of it was just circling for self-amusement—no platform, no popularity, no promotion, lacking resources.
They wanted to rise, but had no springboard.
So they could only circle for self-amusement in Seoul. Outside of Seoul, who knew their brands?
But precisely because of this, their inner resentment brewed, longing for someone to break the situation and become a role model, so they could boast externally: “It’s not that we can’t, it’s that society doesn’t give opportunities.”
At this time, Jung Soo Yeon, a top 3 popularity member of Girls’ Generation, became their expectation, so at usual gatherings, it was basically all flattery toward Jung Soo Yeon.
Under the whole small circle’s hype, even Jung Soo Yeon, who had been around since childhood, got swayed into confusion and eventually fell into the quagmire.
But…
The current Jung Soo Yeon was no longer last year’s Jung Soo Yeon. Hearing these words again, her mind was no longer eager to try, but filled with disgust.
According to Soo Jung from 2025, these people cut ties with her immediately after her brand had issues.
Some even came directly to demand final payments in advance, not sparing even that ten or twenty million amount.
It was that experience that made Jessica from 2025 see through these people’s thoughts, but it was already too late.
Thinking of this, Jung Soo Yeon smiled politely, but her tone was firm, “No, I’ll think about it more. By the way, didn’t I ask you to make a few samples before? Are they all here? There are only 2.”
“Ah, I left them in the office. If you want, I’ll have more produced.”
“No more production, just these few samples.”
Jung Soo Yeon said flatly, her gaze turning cold, “The inspiration for these design drawings isn’t just mine; I still need to communicate with the partner. If there’s a problem, they’ll call the police, which would be trouble.”
A few short sentences instantly dispelled the woman’s original idea of secretly batch-producing and selling them privately.
She was greedy for money, but even more afraid of getting into trouble and losing everything.
In the end, under Jung Soo Yeon’s urging, the woman obediently went back to the office, packed up the remaining few sample clothes and handbags, and handed them to her.
Gazing at Jung Soo Yeon’s back as she waved and left, she couldn’t help muttering.
“What’s going on? Why does it feel like Jung Soo Yeon has become a different person?”
On the other side, Jung Soo Yeon got into the car and carefully checked the samples. After confirming everything was fine, a rare relaxed smile appeared on her face.
Then she took out her mobile phone and called Lin Xiuyuan.
Soon, upon learning that he was eating at a barbecue restaurant with Im Yoon Ah, she narrowed her eyes slightly, “Okay, wait for me. I’ll come find you.”
With that, she hung up and unhesitatingly started the car, heading straight to the barbecue restaurant.
Restaurant private room.
Lin Xiuyuan heard that very familiar response and the all-too-familiar busy tone, and suddenly a chill ran down his spine, making him shiver.
This tone, how was it so like the prelude to that “accident” the day before yesterday?
Not sure if it was a side effect from the day before yesterday, but thinking about it, he suddenly had an impulse to flee this side.
Across from him, Im Yoon Ah looked at him puzzled, “What’s up? What does older sister want with you?”
“She said she’s coming to eat. Does Girls’ Generation have so much free time now?”
Lin Xiuyuan put down his mobile phone while trying to calm his mood.
At the same time, he thought to himself that Jung Soo Yeon wasn’t Krystal, so she shouldn’t be that crazy, and plus Im Yoon Ah was here.
Yeah, not afraid, not afraid.
Before long, Jung Soo Yeon arrived at the private room side carrying two bags.
Seeing Jung Soo Yeon burst in, Lin Xiuyuan was shocked, “So fast? Jung Soo Yeon, did you fly here?”
“Just nearby. Yoona, help me close the door.”
Jung Soo Yeon, with no free hands, strode past Im Yoon Ah’s seat and plopped down right across from Lin Xiuyuan, even closer to him.
Im Yoon Ah closed the door and turned around, her eyes widening instantly: Wait, older sister, are you treating me like a third wheel?
Luckily, as a woman, Jung Soo Yeon understood a girl’s sensitivities.
So upon seeing the subtle emotion in Im Yoon Ah’s eyes, she immediately shifted attention, “Right, Yoona, here. I had some design small bags made before. See if you like any; take one if you do.”
With that, she pulled a packaged handbag from the bag, reached across the dining table, and handed it to Im Yoon Ah.
Lin Xiuyuan, who was eating, looked up and saw the familiar style, and suddenly the barbecued meat in his mouth didn’t taste good anymore.
What the fck, isn’t this the latest LV CARRYALL BB handbag?
Because he had just seen Qiu Li carrying it the day before yesterday, and she even chatted about the handbag with Big Dragon Cub, Lin Xiuyuan was deeply impressed.
At the same time, noticing Lin Xiuyuan’s unusual gaze, Jung Soo Yeon smiled slightly, “What? Very familiar, right?”
“Extremely familiar. Isn’t this your design?”
In front of Im Yoon Ah, what else could Lin Xiuyuan say? Of course, he had to humor her.
Sure enough, when Im Yoon Ah showed a shocked expression, Jung Soo Yeon beside him proudly hummed, her smile widening even more from someone’s flattery.
Now, she no longer needed outsiders’ fake hype.
What she truly cared about was this boy beside her.
His figure was quietly taking up an increasingly important place in her heart.
Maybe because of Krystal, maybe because of Sulli, maybe… because of herself!!!
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