"Oh, it's like this. This Shen Qianqian has been relentlessly pursuing me, and I can't seem to shake her off no matter what I do. I told her I have a girlfriend, but she doesn't believe me," Lin Xuan said through gritted teeth.
He really hated his own magnetic charm that seemed to attract unwanted attention.
No, these weren't admirers—they were curses pushing him into a dark corner.
The cold, heavy aura around Su Hua gradually dissipated.
Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
As she had expected, it was all a misunderstanding.
Indeed, when it came to calming Su Hua's temper, Lin Xuan was the most effective.
Lin Xuan's voice came through the phone again, "Hua Bao, are you free now? I want her to see with her own eyes just how beautiful my girlfriend is. Compared to you, she’s not even worth a toe."
Su Hua replied, "Mhm."
"Hua Bao, I'm at the Blue Mountain Café near Tianmu Group. Are you free to come over?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Alright, I'll be there soon."
Su Hua hung up the phone, a faint smile curling at the corners of her lips.
It seemed she had misunderstood Lin Xuan.
Jiang Qing couldn't help but give Lin Xuan a mental thumbs-up.
Lin Xuan's move was brilliant.
Bringing Su Hua to meet Shen Qianqian? Genius, absolutely genius!
Su Hua instructed, "Call the makeup artist and stylist over."
"Yes," Jiang Qing responded.
At the Blue Mountain Café.
Shen Qianqian frowned as she listened to Lin Xuan's words.
Could it be that Lin Xuan really has a girlfriend?
But he’s been protecting her so well that her people haven’t been able to find out anything about her.
Shen Qianqian had a vague suspicion, but she refused to believe it.
"Lin Xuan, are you just putting on an act again?" Shen Qianqian insisted stubbornly.
"You're overthinking it," Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
Shen Qianqian thought of another possibility and frowned, "Lin Xuan, did you hire someone to pretend to be your girlfriend?"
"I don’t have time for such nonsense."
Lin Xuan had little patience for Shen Qianqian. "She’ll be here soon. Whether she’s my girlfriend or not, you’ll see for yourself."
"Fine, then I’ll see who this girlfriend of yours is."
Shen Qianqian snorted.
Even if Lin Xuan did have a girlfriend, that woman’s looks and family background couldn’t possibly compare to hers.
For the next while, Shen Qianqian tried to strike up a conversation, but Lin Xuan didn’t even glance her way.
If it weren’t for Shen Qianqian’s relentless pursuit,
he wouldn’t have been exhausted like a dog over the past five days, and Su Hua wouldn’t have been in such a bad mood because of her.
Why would he give Shen Qianqian any more courtesy?
Time ticked by.
Half an hour passed, and Su Hua still hadn’t arrived.
Shen Qianqian became increasingly convinced that Lin Xuan was lying to her—that he didn’t have a girlfriend at all.
He had fabricated the story just to get her to leave him alone.
"Lin Xuan, where’s your girlfriend?" Shen Qianqian taunted.
"What’s the rush?" Lin Xuan didn’t even look up from his phone. "Girls need time to get ready. Isn’t it normal for her to be a bit late?"
Another half hour passed.
Still no sign of Su Hua.
"Lin Xuan, is your girlfriend still putting on makeup?" Shen Qianqian said, raising her chin.
Lin Xuan replied, "Just wait."
"Fine, I’ll wait," Shen Qianqian crossed her arms. She was determined to wait it out with Lin Xuan today.
As long as his girlfriend didn’t show up, Lin Xuan would have no excuse to reject her in the future.
Another hour went by.
It had been a full two hours since Lin Xuan called Su Hua over.
"Lin Xuan, stop pretending. You don’t have a girlfriend," Shen Qianqian said with a sneer.
Lin Xuan frowned.
Why was Su Hua taking so long? Could something have happened?
Meanwhile, at Night Garden.
In a bedroom on the second floor, the atmosphere was tense. Everyone stood with their heads down, trembling, not daring to make a sound.
Clothes were scattered all over the bed and sofa.
While Su Hua was in the bathroom changing,
the stylist pulled Jiang Qing aside. "Secretary Jiang, what kind of outfit does President Su want to wear?"
"I have no idea," Jiang Qing said with a helpless expression.
The makeup had taken half an hour, and the clothes? An hour and a half had passed, with over a hundred outfits tried on, and Su Hua still hadn’t found one she liked.
Jiang Qing was just as curious as everyone else about what would finally satisfy Su Hua.
Su Hua stepped out of the bathroom, this time wearing a light green qipao with intricate hand-embroidered patterns that perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.
"President Su, you look stunning in this outfit," Jiang Qing said, her eyes lighting up.
She wasn’t just flattering—Su Hua truly suited the dress.
The stylist nodded in agreement.
"Continue," Su Hua said coldly, still seemingly unsatisfied.
"Yes," the stylist replied weakly, selecting another outfit for Su Hua.
"Secretary Jiang, you have to do something," the stylist pleaded, looking desperate.
"What can I do?" Jiang Qing said, feeling defeated.
This was the first time she had seen Su Hua so particular about her appearance. Normally, Su Hua would just throw something on without a second thought.
Suddenly, an idea struck her.
"How could I forget about Lin Xuan?"
At that moment, Su Hua’s phone on the table rang.
It was Lin Xuan calling.
Jiang Qing picked up and answered.
"Hua Bao, where are you?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Lin Xuan, President Su is still getting ready. I’ll take a photo of her and send it to you for your opinion," Jiang Qing said with a smile.
"Alright," Lin Xuan agreed.
Su Hua stepped out of the bathroom once more.
"Continue," she said, her brow furrowed.
"President Su, try this one," the stylist said, handing her the last outfit with a look of desperation.
This was the final piece.
He had already called his team to deliver more clothes, but it would take another ten minutes, and time was running out.
He never expected that out of over a hundred outfits, not a single one would satisfy Su Hua.
Just as Su Hua was about to head back into the bathroom,
Jiang Qing rushed over with her phone.
"President Su, look, a message from Lin Xuan."
On the screen, it read:
**[You look absolutely stunning! As expected, my Hua Bao looks amazing in anything. You’re so elegant.]**
Su Hua’s lips curled into a faint smile.
"Alright, this one will do."
The stylist finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With the outfit settled, it was time for accessories, which fell under the stylist’s responsibility.
"Secretary Jiang," the stylist whispered, pulling Jiang Qing aside, "what did you show President Su? She actually agreed to keep that outfit."
Jiang Qing smiled mysteriously. "No matter how much we praise the outfit, it’s nothing compared to a single word from him."
Indeed.
When it came to Su Hua, invoking Lin Xuan’s opinion was the ultimate solution.
Lin Xuan was Su Hua’s cure.
The stylist looked confused.
Him?
Who was he?
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