An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn, who was driving, suddenly froze.

His gaze immediately shifted uncontrollably, landing intently on Park Soo-yeon's proud ω-shaped silhouette.

Drinking a lot of water? Really a lot?

Instantly, Lynn conjured up a thousand indescribable images in his mind.

Park Soo-yeon is no stranger to the profound and extensive Chinese language.

Almost the instant the words left his mouth, he immediately realized the ambiguity in them.

Her cheeks, already flushed from exercise, instantly turned a fiery pink, and even her earlobes became a vibrant, almost dripping red.

So embarrassed I wanted to disappear into the ground, and I didn't dare say another word.

The explicit conversation just now was a bit too stimulating and ahead of its time!

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the carriage.

All that remained was the engine's strained roar echoing in my ears.

A moment later, Park Soo-yeon, who had calmed down a bit, suddenly twitched her small nose a few times without realizing it.

I seemed to smell a very peculiar odor in the carriage.

It was a blend of a faint tobacco scent and a strong masculine pheromone, and...

A complex blend of certain blush-inducing, heart-pounding musky scents.

This extremely aggressive aura caused her heart to beat slightly faster than usual, for some reason.

Following the scent, Park Soo-yeon unconsciously pursed her moist red lips.

His gaze involuntarily drifted to Lynn's profile, who was focused on driving.

She had to admit that the young Asian man's profile was indeed perfectly sculpted, exuding masculinity.

Just then, her eyes flickered, as if she had noticed something.

Several fresh hickeys were faintly visible on Lynn's neck, which wasn't completely covered by her collar!

A glint of light flashed in Park Soo-yeon's eyes upon seeing these ambiguous medals.

She gave Lynn a deep look, then asked casually:

"Mr. Lin, if I may ask, what exactly is your relationship with Mrs. Hill?"

"It's just a normal tenant-landlord relationship. Why, Mrs. Park, are you so interested in this?"

Lynn remained calm and composed, her tone completely indifferent.

He naturally knew what the woman wanted to find out by suddenly asking this question.

"Oh, I see..."

Park Soo-yeon smiled without saying a word, drawing out the last syllable of her voice.

But her expression clearly showed that she didn't believe even a single punctuation mark.

As someone with extensive combat experience, Lynn knew those hickeys on his neck were absolutely fresh, no more than a day old!

Who else could these wild marks be left by but the flirtatious Mrs. Hill?

It couldn't possibly be that underage little girl, Katie!

"By the way, is Mrs. Park a full-time stay-at-home mom?"

Lynn didn't want to dwell on the topic and asked a counter-question.

"No, that's not true." Park Soo-yeon tossed her hair aside, exuding a mature and intellectual beauty, her tone tinged with pride:

"I am a senior tax accountant with a CPA (Certified Public Accountant) license, and I currently work at a large tax office in downtown Boston."

"This period is considered our off-season, so we're not very busy. That's why I have time to get up early every day to exercise and get my hair done."

"Oh~"

Lynn drawled out the last syllable, a look of sudden realization on his face.

When Park Soo-yeon revealed that she was a Certified Tax Accountant in the United States, he immediately understood.

On this magical land of America.

Accounting firms, especially tax preparation firms that specialize in handling taxes, are absolutely magical entities.

It's no exaggeration to say that these tax offices are only busy for three months out of the year!

That's the tax season at the beginning of each year.

There are many reasons for this bizarre phenomenon.

The most obvious reason is the suffocatingly joyful education that the United States has long promoted.

More than 60% of the lower-class population cultivated under this education system have numerical abilities that are even worse than those of a multiplication table.

Not to mention calculating those complicated tax rates!

Ironically, the American tax system is arguably the most complicated and intricate maze in the world!

It contains hundreds of tax channels and countless deductions and exemptions.

Each different path selected during the form filling process will directly affect the final result.

This will determine whether you end up having to pay a large sum of tax or receiving a generous tax refund!

This situation leads to a situation where the vast majority of ordinary Americans feel utterly hopeless when faced with their tax returns, as if they were reading gibberish.

Therefore, tax offices that specialize in handling tax issues for people came into being.

The tax office makes a fortune every year from this alone.

Interestingly, the vast majority of people who engage in this kind of high-intensity mental calculation work are of Asian or Indian descent.

Because these two ethnic groups have the most outstanding mathematical talent in the world.

As a highly educated individual from South Korea, it is perfectly reasonable for Park Soo-yeon to be engaged in this high-paying tax filing job.

"We've arrived! Mr. Lin, could you please stop at the intersection ahead?"

As Lynn pondered, Park Soo-yeon, in the passenger seat, suddenly pointed to the side of the road.

It was a luxuriously decorated, high-end barbershop called "Edward Scissorhands".

"No problem." Lynn slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop. The car shook violently twice before finally coming to a stop.

"Thank you so much for today, Mr. Lin."

Park Soo-yeon raised her delicate chin, preparing to push open the door and get out of the car.

Just as one foot had stepped out of the car door, the action suddenly stopped.

Then, she turned her head, her foxy eyes fixed on Lynn, and asked curiously:

"Mr. Lin, may I ask... what perfume are you wearing? It smells very unique."

Upon hearing this, Lynn was taken aback.

Immediately, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably, and he uttered four words in a slightly raised voice:

"Naturally fragrant!"

……

A few minutes later.

Lynn drove his beat-up Camry and disappeared at the end of the street.

in situ.

Park Soo-yeon watched Lim Eun's car drive away, and couldn't help but purse her rosy lips.

Savoring the intoxicating masculine scent he had just caught in the car, he couldn't help but smack his lips and mutter to himself:

"Tsk tsk... What a beautiful face, figure, scent, simply exquisite..."

"It's just a pity..."

Although she didn't finish her sentence, a hint of regret and disdain flashed in her beautiful eyes.

He was clearly extremely dissatisfied with Lynn's shabby car.

In the highly capitalist United States, a car often represents a person's social class and economic power.

The reason why Tesla and even luxury cars sell so well here is because they are symbols of status.

A beat-up car like the one Lynn drives, which is almost scrapped, is not only embarrassing, but it can't even get you into the gates of some upscale communities in wealthy neighborhoods.

However, just two seconds later, Park Soo-yeon shook her head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Why think so much? This isn't like looking for a husband.

As long as Lynn has good stamina, good skills, good speech, and nimble fingers, isn't that enough?

Thinking of this, Park Soo-yeon licked her red lips, turned around and pushed open the door of the hair salon.

……

at the same time.

Lynn, who had already driven away from the community and merged into the main road, lit a cigarette.

After taking a deep breath and surging back, he opened the system panel with a thought.

……

PS: Park Soo-yeon is also part of the play... no, part of the plot, and she plays a big role in the later episodes.