Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The Miami night sky was as clear as a piece of black velvet.

Linda has been working incredibly hard these past two days.

She served Lin Feng tea and water, massaged his shoulders and back, and at night she did everything she could to help him.

The following night, when Lin Feng came out of the master bedroom, Linda followed behind him.

Her hair was disheveled, and her face still had a lingering blush.

But a smile of excitement lingered on his lips.

She finally saw a glimmer of value in Lin Feng's eyes, and that recognition made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, Sarah and Lin Feng returned to China on a private plane.

Inside the cabin, Sarah leaned back in her seat, flipping through a magazine, while Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest.

Linda breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the plane take off.

She stood in front of the airport's floor-to-ceiling windows.

Watching the plane disappear into the clouds, I finally relaxed my shoulders.

My hard work these past two days has finally paid off.

She didn't know if this amount of money was enough for her to beg Lin Feng to save her father.

But at least, she has a direction to continue her efforts.

Sarah laughed and said, "Eileen, your girlfriend has really been working hard these past few days."

Is there any request you're making?

She put down the magazine and turned to look at Eileen sitting next to her.

Eileen: "My dear sister, you really have a keen eye."

Linda's Parkinson's is cured, but her father's isn't, which is why she's trying so hard to prove herself.

You need to know that she loves me.

She sighed, a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Sarah suddenly realized, "I see. Then you'll have to keep up the good work."

He then smiled knowingly and said again, "Oh, by the way, I'm a little curious, with your girlfriend putting in so much effort, aren't you jealous?"

Eileen glared at Sarah: "I need to have the energy to be jealous, besides, I've found men aren't so bad either."

Sarah smiled and picked up the magazine again.

It seems that Eileen's sexual orientation issue has been resolved.

Beijing, the capital of China.

After getting off the plane, Lin Feng, Sun Ting, and Guo Lin disembarked.

They then took a luxury ride-hailing car to the city center.

The air in Beijing is much drier than in Miami.

In the back row, Sun Ting and Guo Lin sat on either side of Lin Feng.

The driver swallowed hard as he watched Lin Feng with women on either side of him.

I felt a pang of envy.

Damn, being rich and handsome is just awesome.

However, judging from Lin Feng's demeanor, he is no ordinary person.

Guo Lin rested her head on Lin Feng's shoulder, watching the street scene rushing past the window.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of disorientation.

She was playing basketball in a bikini on a yacht a while ago, but now she's back.

About an hour later, the car stopped in front of a residential complex inside the Second Ring Road.

The driver hurriedly got out of the car and opened the back door.

He drove all the way from the airport, secretly glancing at the three people in the back seat several times through the rearview mirror.

The man was unbelievably handsome, with an ethereal air about him.

Both women possessed their own unique beauty; one was gentle and graceful, the other radiant and beautiful.

He's been driving for ride-hailing services for over a decade and has never seen such a combination before.

Even he, a man, couldn't help but keep stealing glances at Lin Feng; he was just too handsome to be true.

So as soon as the car came to a stop, he practically jumped out, went around to the right side, and respectfully opened the door.

"You three have arrived. Please get off the bus."

When Lin Feng left, he slipped a hundred yuan tip into his hand.

The driver looked down and saw a brand new 100-yuan bill.

He immediately beamed with joy.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

He thanked him repeatedly, bending his back slightly.

The platform takes a cut of the money you normally earn.

After deductions and other losses, there's not much left in your hands.

That hundred yuan was pure profit, enough to cover several of his orders.

Lin Feng waved his hand, ignoring him.

The driver clutched the money and watched the three men walk into the residential area.

He then got back into the car, humming a little tune as he started the engine.

Lin Feng put his arms around Guo Lin and Sun Ting on either side as they walked into the community gate.

Residential communities within Beijing's Second Ring Road

Although it's been built for some years, it's well maintained.

The three arrived at Unit 6, 9th floor of Area A.

Guo Lin took out her keys and opened the door, introducing herself while changing her shoes:

"This was bought by my dad in 07."

Back then, the price per square meter was less than 10,000 yuan.

I never imagined it would now cost over 90,000 yuan per square meter.

She said this with a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

Sun Ting changed into slippers and looked around the living room: "Then you've hit the jackpot."

Guo Lin: "Since I live here myself, there's no question of making or not making money."

"If I relied on my own salary, I could never afford to buy this house in my lifetime."

She tossed the keys onto the cabinet in the entryway.

I stretched.

The apartment is approximately 150 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. The decor is in a style from over ten years ago.

But it was spotless, and there was a faint lemon scent in the air.

Sun Ting looked at the room and said in surprise:

"It's been uninhabited for a long time, so it's quite clean inside."

Guo Lin: "My mom knew I was coming back, so she hired a housekeeping company to clean."

"So that's how it is."

Guo Lin turned to look at Lin Feng, her tone carrying a hint of consideration:

"Boss, are you tired after such a long flight?"

"Would you like to take a break first?"

Lin Feng waved his hand and sat down on the sofa.

I picked up a magazine from the coffee table and flipped through it:

"That's not necessary."

Guo Lin smiled and said, "Okay, boss, I'll go take a shower first."

She then walked toward the bathroom.

Sun Ting said, "I'll go too, I'll take a hot shower and relax."

Soon, the sound of running water and the low laughter of the two women came from the bathroom.

Lin Feng flipped through a few pages of the magazine and found it uninteresting.

He put it down, leaned back on the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.

The living room was quiet.

Only the clock on the wall was ticking.

After taking a shower, Sun Ting and Guo Lin came out wrapped in bath towels, their hair still dripping wet.

They stood on either side of Lin Feng behind him and began to massage him.

Sun Ting's technique was gentle and delicate.

The finger pressed on Lin Feng's temple with just the right amount of pressure.

Guo Lin was responsible for the shoulders; her fingers were strong and nimble.

Press and massage along Lin Feng's shoulder blades.

While pressing the buttons, Guo Lin said, "Boss, we want to go shopping, do you want to come?"

Lin Feng waved his hand, without even opening his eyes:

"I won't go, you guys go ahead and shop."

"Okay, boss."

Then the two women used a hairdryer to dry their hair.

The buzzing of the hairdryer was particularly clear in the quiet room.

A warm breeze carrying the scent of shampoo wafted through the air.

Sun Ting tied her hair into a low ponytail, while Guo Lin wore her long hair down.

After changing their clothes, the two left the room hand in hand, laughing.

The door closed very quietly.

On Wangfujing Street.

On a weekend afternoon, the crowds were dense.

The shopping malls on both sides of the pedestrian street were brightly lit.

The celebrity faces on the giant GG sign are all exquisitely detailed.

Sun Ting and Guo Lin walked hand in hand through the crowd, stopping every now and then to look at the displays in the shop windows.

Sun Ting: "What do you want to buy?"

Guo Lin said, "I didn't even think about buying anything myself."

I don't have any men's pajamas in my room, so I'd like to buy my boss a couple.

She said this in a natural tone, as if she were stating something perfectly reasonable.

Sun Ting nodded, then seemed thoughtful: "That's true, I haven't given Brother Feng a gift yet. I should buy him some clothes or something while I'm at it."