Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 55 New Home, New Look

The next morning, Liu Zimu stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, staring blankly at the moving truck parked by the roadside.

It wasn't the truck that was scary, it was the convoy following behind it.

Six uniformed movers stood in a row, the man in the lead wearing a suit holding a notebook.

The group looked very professional.

Park Hyun-woo emerged from a black sedan, dressed in a suit and tie, and adjusted his glasses: "Mr. Liu, the moving team is ready."

This person actually came in person.

Li Zhenxi and Liu Zhenghua also ran out, and stared at the scene for five seconds in shock.

Lee Jin-hee spoke first, her voice barely audible, like she was doing something wrong: "Oppa, are you sure it's just moving?"

Before Liu Zimu could answer, the leader gave an order.

The workers filed in, their movements still professional.

Li Zhenxi followed the workers up and down the stairs three times, only to find that she couldn't get involved at all.

Liu Zhenghua glanced around and walked over to Liu Zimu. "Brother, aren't we being a bit redundant?"

Liu Zimu, who was carrying a cardboard box and swaying back and forth, glanced at him upon hearing this and said, "You're only just realizing?"

Lee Jin-hee's expression was as innocent as a stray puppy: "Oppa, will you still give us a raise?"

"...Up." Liu Zimu smiled.

The packed belongings upstairs were quickly cleared out, and the workers began loading goods onto the trucks.

Li Zhenxi wanted to help, but the man in the suit leading the group politely asked her to step aside: "Madam, you can rest here."

The moving fee was a bit expensive, but the speed and efficiency were really fast.

Moreover, he didn't have that much stuff; he didn't want many old pieces of furniture and had the moving company handle them.

I was stuck in traffic for forty minutes, and it was almost eleven o'clock when I got to my new apartment building.

Liu Zimu got out of Park Hyun-woo's car. The community has a high greening rate and complete supporting facilities.

There was a huge mirror in the elevator, reflecting his silly face as he carried a bag of coffee beans, just like when he first reported to SM Entertainment.

In just a short time, he became a new-era tycoon with a house, savings, shares, and a female celebrity to warm his bed.

Life is just like that, with its ups and downs, and then suddenly a big surge.

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and he entered the password.

When the door opened, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on automatically.

Liu Zimu's first impression wasn't of wealth, but of emptiness.

Two hundred and thirty-three square meters, duplex, two floors.

The entryway is covered with dark gray marble flooring with a mirror-like texture.

To the left is a wall of shoe cabinets. Pull out a drawer, and you'll find deodorant and shoehorns neatly arranged inside.

To the right is a staircase with solid wood treads and wooden railings; its extreme simplicity makes it seem expensive.

The living room faces south, with a full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows and a large balcony.

Liu Zimu walked to the window; the Han River was very close.

The kitchen is open-plan, and the island is so big it can be used as a pool table.

The stoves were all imported brands. Liu Zimu couldn't recognize many of them, but he could tell they weren't cheap just by looking at the luster of the stainless steel panels.

The refrigerator was built-in and integrated with the cabinet; he almost couldn't find the refrigerator door.

After walking around the entire building, Liu Zimu finally stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom and began to talk to himself.

"Brother Tongzi, you're really awesome! I'd like to call you my godfather."

He sighed, went downstairs, and collapsed onto the sofa.

The sofa is long, made of genuine leather, and has a comfortable firmness. When fully extended, it can be used to lie down horizontally or vertically.

He lay there for three seconds and felt that his soul, that of a corporate slave, had been healed by thirty percent.

After lying down for another three seconds, the healing level increased to sixty.

After lying there for another five seconds, I started to feel bored.

Cheapskate.

Having been poor in my past life, I suddenly feel uneasy living in a mansion.

Park Hyun-woo and the others didn't disturb him. Only when Liu Zimu waved did he start directing the workers to move the luggage, which was piled up in the living room.

Soon, he led his men away to take their leave.

He will contact Liu Zimu later regarding the renovation information.

This house is so big, should we steal the robot vacuum cleaner that the system rewarded us with and use it here?

Otherwise, how tiring would it be to clean?

He was on the balcony enjoying the breeze when the doorbell rang.

With his hands in his pockets, he doesn't know who his opponent is!

I glanced at her through the video intercom and saw Choi Sulli standing in the lobby downstairs, carrying two large shopping bags. She was looking up at the security camera, her face mostly covered by a mask, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

Liu Zimu pressed the open button and waited for her at the elevator entrance.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Choi Sulli rushed out, throwing her shopping bags on the ground and clinging to him.

"Oppa! Where's the house? Where's the house? Show me quickly!" The voice came from behind the mask, bursting with excitement.

"Get down first. Can't you walk by yourself?"

"No, carry me."

Liu Zimu took a deep breath, picked her up, and went into the house.

Sulli froze the moment she entered the room.

She stood in the entryway, slowly turning around without changing her shoes, her bare feet on the marble floor. Her eyes scanned from left to right, from bottom to top, finally settling on the bag of coffee beans on the island counter.

"Liu Zimu." She didn't call him Oppa anymore.

"what?"

"You're telling me you bought a house? You call this a house?"

Liu Zimu was changing his shoes, not even looking up: "What else should I call you?"

"Call it the palace." Choi Sulli pulled down her mask, revealing an expression Liu Zimu had never seen before.

It wasn't shock, nor ecstasy; it was a complex emotion somewhere between praising someone and greeting a loved one.

Ultimately, it all boils down to this: "What exactly do you do? Did you bring a vault with you when you time-traveled? How come I didn't know?"

Liu Zimu went outside, picked up the shopping bag and put it on the island counter. When she opened it, she saw that it was full of cleaning supplies and storage boxes.

"You know that," he pointed to his head, "Didn't you see my memories? Don't you know how poor I was in my past life?"

"It's because I know what you were like in your past life that I now think you must have robbed a bank." Choi Sulli took a deep breath, threw her coat on the sofa, rolled up her sleeves to reveal a section of her fair forearm, and said, "Fine, I won't ask you anymore. Now, listen to my instructions; we're going to clean the house today."

Seeing her ready to fight, Liu Zimu couldn't help but laugh: "You, an artist, are here to be my cleaning lady?"

Choi Sulli pulled two aprons from the shopping bag, tossed him a blue one, and tied a pink one on herself with the efficiency of a well-trained housekeeper: "Today, I, Choi Jinri, will be your Liu family's cleaning lady. No need to pay me a salary, just provide room and board. You can cook dinner."

"Okay, whatever you say."

"From today onwards, this is my home, and I'm going to make it warm and cozy."

After she finished speaking, she ran upstairs, opened the door to the walk-in closet, and exclaimed "Wow!"

He ran down the stairs again, rushed into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and exclaimed "Wow!" a second time.

Then she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the Han River for five seconds. She didn't look at it a third time, but turned around, her eyes a little red.

But she didn't let the tears fall.

Sniffing, she ran to the kitchen island and started unpacking the storage boxes, one after another, stacking them up, muttering to herself, "Did you buy the toothbrush box for the master bathroom?"

"no."

"I bought it. What about the drawer dividers?"

"I didn't buy any."

"I bought some too." She opened her shopping bag and, as if by magic, pulled out various storage items, arranging them in a row on the table and naming them one by one: "Kitchen spice rack, entryway key tray, living room remote control storage box, bathroom non-slip mat."

Liu Zimu looked at those things, opened his mouth and then closed it again. This woman knows these things?

When exactly did she prepare? Wasn't her schedule booked until noon?

Choi Sulli seemed to see through his confusion and gave a smug snort: "I ordered it online last night while you were taking a shower. It was delivered to my stylist's studio this morning. I picked it up right after my appointment. I'm a woman who's moved once before, I know all this stuff."

She had already started running upstairs, carrying a bunch of storage boxes in her arms.

He followed her and found her already in the master bathroom, busy with various tasks.

Liu Zimu leaned against the door frame watching her busy herself, recalling the first time she saw her after transmigrating.

At that time, she was as fragile as a flame that was about to go out.

Now, this fire has not only not gone out, but it is burning brighter and brighter, bright enough to light up the entire sky of Seoul.

that's nice!