My Peninsula 2007

Chapter 449 Paradise
“I usually live on East Road. As for this place, I mainly use it as a quiet spot,” Lin Ya’en explained, clearly aware that her room was a bit messy. She kicked off her shoes in front of the door as she spoke. “I rarely stay here, so…”

So she didn't say anything, but instead said, "You don't need to change your shoes, I didn't prepare any slippers here."

Hearing her say that, An Rusong vaguely remembered that this woman seemed to have sent him an address once, which seemed to be in the area of ​​216th Street, East Road.

Thinking about all this, he looked down and saw that there were indeed no slippers on the shoe rack by the door, not even men's or women's. Lin Ya'en herself didn't have any slippers either; she was wearing stockings and standing on the wooden floor, seemingly used to it.

Although the room looked messy, the wooden floor underfoot was quite clean, so An Rusong followed suit, took off his shoes at the door, and stepped barefoot onto the wooden floor.

"What would you like to drink?" Lin Ya'en walked into the living room first, asking without turning her head as she walked towards the small bar in the corner of the living room.

"Just a glass of water will do," An Rusong said, following her into the living room and heading straight for the sofa in the center of the room.

Lin Ya'en didn't say anything. She walked to the small bar, opened the refrigerator on one side of the bar, and started taking things out of it.

An Rusong didn't pay attention to what she was holding, because his attention was drawn to the small tea table near the French windows. Of course, what attracted him wasn't the tea table itself, but a blueprint on it—an architectural design sketch.

He walked halfway around the coffee table in the center of the living room, then walked to the small tea table and looked down at the drawings on it.

This is clearly part of a design drawing; it was drawn in pencil and appears to be an interior design plan for a banquet hall.

“That’s the design plan for the executive lounge on the 17th floor of ‘Military House’,” Lin Ya’en said next to the small bar. “If I can get the operating rights here, I plan to convert it into a hotel that is more than 4 stars, and the executive lounge is essential.”

An Rusong didn't speak directly. He reached out and picked up the design drawing from the small tea table, unfolded it, looked at it, and then said with a smile, "It seems you're serious."

“I’ve always been serious,” Lin Ya’en said, carrying a tray. She placed the tray on the small tea table by the window, then picked up a small glass from the tray and handed it to An Rusong. “Like I just said, I’ve been preparing for this for a long time.”

An Rusong glanced at her, rolled up the blueprint in his hand, frowned, and asked, "What is this?"

“Jinro, grapefruit flavor,” Lin Ya’en said, gently swirling the small glass in her hand. “It’s no different from drinking water.”

Jinro is a famous Korean soju brand, and the grapefruit-flavored one that Lim Ya-eun mentioned is a fruit-flavored wine that women tend to enjoy. However, don't assume that fruit-flavored wines have a low alcohol content; in fact, they are quite strong.

In fact, An Rusong doesn't drink Korean soju much. He always feels that it doesn't taste right, but he wouldn't say he dislikes it that much.

Looking at the glass that Lin Ya'en handed him, he hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took it.

He bent slightly, resting the rolled-up blueprints against the lower frame of the French window, before straightening up and saying, "Since you've been paying attention to this place for so long, you should understand one thing: right now, running a hotel isn't a good choice. After all, the economy is in a downturn, and people with cash on hand are very cautious, while hotels are precisely projects that require large investments and have long payback periods."

An Rusong brought the glass to his lips, took a small sip of the spicy liquor, and continued, "So, if your goal is to make money, then I suggest you choose another project, such as the internet, which has a much better prospect than hotels."

“This is not just a hotel,” Lin Ya’en said. Compared to An Rusong, she drank much more heartily. She picked up another glass of wine on the tray, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. “It is ‘Military’s House,’ which is for the Republic of Korea’s National Army.”

“For nearly forty years, all the military personnel who came to Seoul for official or private business chose this place as their accommodation,” she said, pulling a chair over from the small tea table and gesturing for An Rusong to sit down. “And even after the renovation is completed, it will still be Seoul’s ‘Home for the Military’ and the first choice for military personnel when they come to Seoul.”

An Rusong smiled and sat down on the chair that the other woman had just pulled over. There was only this chair next to the small tea table, and he had originally thought that Lin Ya'en would go somewhere to find another chair, but unexpectedly, the woman simply turned around and plopped down on his lap.

“Of course, besides that, it has another function,” Lin Ya’en said, sitting on An Rusong’s lap and putting her empty wine glass back on the tray. “That is to create a private paradise for the officers in the National Army system to have fun. As a man, you should know that those officers need such a place.”

Hearing what the other party said, An Rusong finally understood what this woman really wanted to do. There was no other reason. The reason why this woman wanted to take over this "Military House" was not actually to make money. What she really wanted to do was to use this "Military House" to expand her connections within the military system.

The "Military Personnel's House" is owned by the Army Association. As Lim Ya-eun said, for the past few decades, the building has only received active-duty South Korean military personnel, and ordinary guests are not accepted here.

An Rusong had already noticed this when they entered the underground parking lot. There were checkpoints at the entrance. Lin Ya'en's car was able to drive in directly because it was a military vehicle with military license plates. If it had been a regular vehicle, it would definitely have been stopped by the checkpoints.

Considering this, the privacy of this "Military Personnel's Home" is certainly guaranteed. Therefore, if Lin Ya'en were to actually create some kind of "private paradise" here, it would definitely attract those corrupt and decadent high-ranking officials within the National Army system—the Army Association might have this as its intention in renovating the "Military Personnel's Home."

To put it bluntly, this so-called "private paradise" is actually a kind of membership-based private club, which is quite common in South Korean society. In fact, Ahn Yeo-song himself is a member of several such clubs.

As Lin Ya'en said, those officers who enjoy seeking pleasure definitely like this kind of place. Once they become guests here, they will naturally become Lin Ya'en's "connections." At that time, for her, these "connections" will be a resource, a very valuable but also dangerous resource.

Yes, this resource is very valuable because, as the boss, Lin Ya'en understands the true nature of these "connections" and knows how despicable they are. Precisely because of this, these "connections" will protect her interests to the greatest extent possible.

But precisely because she understands the true nature of these people and knows how ugly they are beneath their sanctimonious facade, they will eliminate her immediately should any unexpected situation arise. Therefore, these resources are extremely dangerous.

To put it bluntly, once Lin Ya'en successfully embarks on this path, the rest of her life will be like walking a tightrope. Her ending will most likely be an accidental death, with very little chance of a peaceful end.

“You’re right, men all like this kind of private paradise you’re talking about,” An Rusong said, supporting her firm, plump buttocks with one hand and stroking her calves covered in flesh-colored stockings with the other. “But you also have to understand that, apart from those nouveau riche, no man wants his unrestrained side to be seen by outsiders, unless that outsider is a dead man.”

“That’s why they need your protection,” Lin Ya’en said with a sweet laugh, draping an arm over An Rusong’s neck. “With you around, given your relationship with those Americans, the higher-ups will have more to worry about. Of course, if you can invite someone like Colonel Alvin Callum to our private paradise in the future, their safety will be even more assured.”

An Rusong suddenly realized what this woman was planning.

"Why me? I mean, why did you come to me?" His lips twitched as he asked, "Can't Brother Zhongtai protect you?"

“He can’t give me what I want,” Lin Ya’en answered subconsciously at first. Then, as if she had thought of something, she glanced at An Rusong with her beautiful eyes and smiled, “Do you suspect the relationship between me and Uncle Zhongtai? Don’t worry, although Uncle Zhongtai is a lecher, he is still very good to me. The reason he takes care of me is because my father had a very close relationship with him when he was alive.”

She paused for a moment, then added, "Although Uncle Zhongtai isn't a good person, he's very loyal."

At this point, she stopped again, leaned forward, and whispered in An Rusong's ear, "If you don't believe me, you can check it out for yourself. You'll be my first man."

An Rusong didn't say anything, but one of his hands had already slipped inside Lin Ya'en's skirt.

"Want to take a shower first?" Lin Ya'en asked him with a chuckle.

“No, Lieutenant Lin, I like how you look in this outfit,” An Rusong said with a smile, helping her up from the chair.

(End of this chapter)