novellhall Chapter 3 He's Mine
Chapter 3 He's Mine
After the interrogation room door closed, Liu Zimu slumped onto the table again.
Before he transmigrated, he was a corporate slave; after transmigrating, he became the owner of a small coffee shop; and now he is about to become a criminal suspect.
That's quite a leap in life.
After the system beeped, there was no response no matter how he called out to it.
Quiet.
He was speechless.
This cheat code is even worse than the IT operations team at his previous company; at least the operations team would reply, "Feedback received."
What's the point of Choi Sulli awakening her memories?
She doesn't even know me, so why would she come to save me?
He slumped over the table, starting to do calculations in his head.
How much does it cost to hire a lawyer? Is the original owner's savings enough? If not, should they borrow money from the embassy?
But no matter what, this time they really embarrassed themselves internationally.
Right hand, oh right hand, it was clearly your mistake that made you this time, so why am I the one who has to bear the consequences?
He buried his face in his arms, and his stomach let out a muffled groan.
I'm really hungry.
Does the police station on this peninsula not provide meals?
Each day felt like an eternity.
The interrogation room door was suddenly opened.
"Honey, I'm hungry!"
The young policeman who came in was speechless. I hadn't even said anything yet, and besides, who is your friend?
"Let's go... Ms. Choi Sulli is here."
"She said she wants to settle, you can leave now!"
Liu Zimu suddenly looked up, thinking he had misheard, and then he was overjoyed.
I'm not so hungry anymore.
As Liu Zimu followed them out, he heard voices coming from the corridor.
"Ms. Choi Sulli, are you really sure? Your agency has already filed a lawsuit."
"I said, I'm the victim, and I want an unconditional settlement." That was Choi Sulli's voice.
Liu Zimu's heart suddenly raced.
Sulli has changed; she's completely different from how she appears on screen.
Her tone was too calm, so calm that it didn't sound like a woman who had just been sexually assaulted.
So calm, like... a domineering female CEO from a past life?
The police officer's voice: "You celebrities don't need to keep tolerating these anti-fans."
"I'm the one who got slapped on the butt," Choi Sulli interrupted him. "I don't mind. I want to reconcile. Release them immediately."
The police officer paused for a few seconds: "Are you sure?"
"Sure."
"No one will be held responsible?"
"We will not pursue this matter."
"Do you know that madman?"
Choi Sulli smiled: "Now that we know each other, he's mine."
The police officer was speechless.
There are rumors online that Choi Sulli is acting strangely. Is it true?
Liu Zimu also fell silent.
Am I one of hers?
When did I become her person?
I just patted her butt, and suddenly I'm hers?
Grandpa's.
What exactly is going on?
Fortunately, she regained her memories and came to save her.
I'll ask her later.
I followed for a couple of steps and turned the corner.
Then he saw her.
Choi Sulli leaned against the wall of a pillar, wearing a flamboyant red coat over a black tank top and tight jeans.
Her hair was loose and her makeup was exquisite.
She leaned there, like a painting.
Her eyes were incredibly bright, and she had a smile on her lips.
She just looked at him like a cat looking at a mouse, full of aggression.
"Zi Mu Oppa," she began, her voice suddenly becoming incredibly soft, "we meet again."
Liu Zimu opened his mouth, wanting to say something polite.
But she calls me Oppa!
When did we become so close?
But before he could speak, Choi Sulli made her move.
She walked over and naturally took his arm.
He pressed himself against her, like a snake coiling around its prey.
Liu Zimu froze immediately: "Choi Jin-ri, no, Choi Sulli-ssi, can you please stop? I haven't left the police station yet, I don't want to be locked up again!"
"You're a celebrity, this isn't right!"
Choi Sulli stopped and smiled, "I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of anything now. Let's go have a drink."
"By the way, from now on call me Zhenli. I like it when you call me that!"
The police officer watched their retreating figures from behind and shook his head.
He had seen many strange cases in his life, but this was the first time he had ever seen a celebrity victim personally come to pick up the suspect and even take him for drinks arm in arm.
This world has gone mad.
Seeing the gossipy looks on the police officers' faces, Liu Zimu couldn't help but say, "Let's go outside first!"
As I walked out of the police station, a night breeze blew by.
The nights in Seoul were a bit chilly, and Liu Zimu shivered.
But Sulli seemed unfazed by the cold; her red coat was open, and the black tank top underneath gleamed under the streetlights.
She linked arms with him and walked slowly.
It's like taking a walk, but also like asserting sovereignty.
"Can you let me go now?"
"Oppa, you weren't this cowardly when you spanked me," Choi Sulli said, clinging to him tightly. "Weren't you quite brave back then? You were slapping me, hugging me, and crying all the time."
Liu Zimu's mind was still a bit muddled. The person holding his arm was Cui Xueli, whom he thought was very beautiful and a pity.
Although they are great, I'm a fan of Bae Joo-hyun and Im Yoon-ah!
"You...have awakened, haven't you?" he asked in a low voice.
Choi Sulli tilted her head to look at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "Awakening what?"
"You mean next year..."
"You mean I know I'm going to die?" Her smile widened. "Or do you know you're from the future?"
Liu Zimu's legs went weak; the amount of information was overwhelming.
"How could you...?"
"You gave it to me," Choi Sulli interrupted him, "when you patted my butt, you transferred your memories to me."
"I don't......"
"You do," she stopped and turned to face him, the two of them very close, close enough to see the fine hairs on her face, "you just don't know it."
Liu Zimu looked into her eyes.
Those eyes no longer held the emptiness, despair, or weariness of someone suffering from depression.
All that existed was a maddening light.
It's like a drowning person suddenly realizing the water is only knee-deep, and then deciding to drink the entire ocean dry.
Liu Zimu swallowed hard. "So, you know everything now?"
"I know," Choi Sulli nodded, "I know you are from 2019 or later, and I know I will die on October 14, 2019."
Liu Zimu was taken aback. 2019?
"Does your memory only go up to October 14, 2019?"
Sulli nodded: "That's enough!"
"So, this kind of bizarre thing is exciting to think about," Choi Sulli laughed, her eyes slightly dangerous. "Now that you're in Seoul, you're mine."
"I don't quite understand your logic..."
"You don't need to understand," she said, taking his arm again. "Let's go, let's drink and celebrate our new beginning."
She pulled Liu Zimu to a white BMW.
Choi Sulli opened the car door, shoved him into the passenger seat, and got into the driver's seat herself.
Start the engine and step on the gas.
As the car sped off, Liu Zimu instinctively grabbed the handrail.
"You have a driver's license, right?"
"have."
Do you have a record of drunk driving?
"no."
"That's good!"
"But I plan to have it tonight."
Liu Zimu turned to look at her.
She is really beautiful.
But she was laughing, laughing like a madwoman.
Liu Zimu had seen her on the screen countless times before he transmigrated, but the screen and reality are two different things.
She was so vibrant at that moment, so vibrant that death seemed impossible for her.
This woman is rather pitiful.
"Don't look at me like that," Choi Sulli suddenly said.
"What kind of look is that?"
"That 'you're so pitiful' look," she glanced at him, "I'm not pitiful now, I've never been this unpitiful."
Liu Zimu looked away: "I don't feel sorry for you."
"You have."
"I don't."
Suddenly, Choi Sulli reached out her right hand and grasped Liu Zimu's hand, smiling: "I will live well, and live a wild and unrestrained life."
"You know what? Seeing me from your perspective is so exciting. I feel like I am you, so if I like you, isn't that like liking myself?"
After hearing this, Liu Zimu wanted to get off the bus.