"If you want freedom, if you don’t want to be locked up," Su Hua whispered, gently biting Lin Xuan’s Adam’s apple, "then tonight, you’ll have to please me, Xuan…"
She guided his hand to her waist.
"Good boy, take it off."
Lin Xuan was stunned, completely frozen.
He lay there on the bed, wide-eyed, feeling utterly defeated.
How was it that every time they were in bed, Su Hua was always the one in control?
Damn it!
After a night of exhaustion, Lin Xuan stumbled downstairs, his steps unsteady.
Butler Wang looked at him with a knowing glint in his eye. "Young Master Lin, Miss Su has gone to the company. She said you must be tired and told you to rest well."
"Mm," Lin Xuan replied.
"Oh, and Young Master Lin," Butler Wang added, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, "I’ve prepared a special tonic for you. It’s a ten-ingredient super tonic, very effective for a man’s… stamina. It’s my secret recipe, and I’ve used it many times myself. I don’t share it with just anyone."
Lin Xuan coughed lightly, trying to mask his embarrassment. "I don’t think I need that."
Butler Wang gave him a look that said, *I understand*. "Young Master Lin, I know you’ve been feeling a bit… inadequate. I’ve been there myself. No need to be shy around me."
Lin Xuan wanted to refuse. This was just too humiliating.
But he needed to reclaim his pride in front of Su Hua. He couldn’t keep being dominated like this. Reluctantly, he accepted the tonic, downing it in one go with a look of grim determination.
Butler Wang smiled faintly. "Young Master Lin, I’ll prepare this tonic for you every day. A week of this, and you’ll be back to your best."
Lin Xuan sighed, too dejected to respond.
Just as he finished breakfast, his good friend Wang Dahe called.
"Hey, Xuan, you’ve been MIA for days. You won’t even let me come see you. Don’t tell me the rich lady’s got you locked up again?"
Lin Xuan stayed silent.
Could he really admit to that?
"Xuan, what’s going on? You haven’t been back to the Lin family, and I can’t find you anywhere. We’re brothers—you can’t even tell me?" Wang Dahe had never believed that Lin Xuan was living off a wealthy woman. He thought Lin Xuan was hiding something from him.
"I’ll come see you later," Lin Xuan said reluctantly.
If he didn’t show up soon, his friend might actually call the police.
After hanging up, Lin Xuan turned to Butler Wang. "Butler Wang, do you have anything I can use to… show off a little?"
Well, using his woman’s possessions to flaunt wasn’t exactly shameful.
"Of course," Butler Wang replied.
He led Lin Xuan to the underground garage and pointed to the lineup of luxury cars. "A month ago, Miss Su gifted these to you for your birthday. They came in a red box filled with car keys. You threw the box on the ground at the time."
"You said you didn’t care for anything she gave you."
Lin Xuan: "…"
He really deserved to slap himself in the middle of the night for that!
Su Hua had also given him a black card, which he’d never used—except once. That day, Qin Ruoyao had been trying to show off by treating people to an expensive meal, but when the bill came to tens of thousands, she couldn’t pay. She called Lin Xuan, who initially refused to use the black card. But Qin Ruoyao kept crying pitifully in front of him, and he couldn’t resist. He ended up using the card to settle the bill.
When Su Hua found out, she froze the card and stopped giving him any money.
Lin Xuan cursed his past self.
Had he been out of his mind in his previous life? Wasn’t living off a wealthy woman the dream? No need to work hard, a mansion with servants, endless money, and a beautiful wife.
Why had he chosen to marry into the Qin family and become a glorified servant? No, more like a butler.
Lin Xuan ran his hand over the sleek body of the Koenigsegg, sighing. "This car’s so rare. If I sold it, I’d probably get more than I paid for it."
He really was broke. Looking at these cars, all he could think about was money, money, money.
Lin Xuan exhaled deeply. It seemed he needed to start earning his own keep.
Butler Wang handed him a set of keys. "Young Master Lin, which one would you like to drive?"
"The Koenigsegg," Lin Xuan said. The car was just too cool to resist.
Butler Wang handed him the keys, and Lin Xuan got into the driver’s seat, revving the engine and speeding off.
Behind him, a Maybach followed closely, carrying Butler Wang and two bodyguards. The guards had been assigned by Su Hua to keep an eye on Lin Xuan.
As for Butler Wang, he wasn’t taking any chances. He wanted to make sure Lin Xuan didn’t cause any trouble.

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