The psychiatric hospital...
Qin Ruoyao's eyes widened in terror.
"President Su, please spare me, I beg you. I really won’t dare anymore. Please give me another chance." Qin Ruoyao, ignoring the pain on her face, knelt on the ground and frantically kowtowed to Su Hua.
She couldn’t go to the psychiatric hospital—she wasn’t insane!
A normal person sent to a psychiatric hospital would only suffer a fate worse than death!
She didn’t want to become a shadow of herself, neither human nor ghost!
Qin Ruoyao’s forehead was bleeding profusely from the force of her kowtowing.
Su Hua’s lips curled into a faint smile, but her eyes were icy cold. "Qin Ruoyao, do you know how jealous I used to be of you? You monopolized all of Xuan’s love. I was driven mad with envy."
"I’ve wanted to deal with you for a long, long time. But you were Xuan’s most cherished. If anything happened to you, he would have hated me forever. So I held back, watching helplessly as he chased after you, time and time again."
"Thankfully, Xuan no longer has feelings for you."
"Qin Ruoyao, any woman who covets Xuan must live a life worse than death."
Su Hua’s voice, like a demon’s, echoed in Qin Ruoyao’s ears.
Qin Ruoyao shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
She regretted it. She truly regretted it.
She shouldn’t have provoked Lin Xuan, nor should she have dared to oppose Su Hua.
At this moment, she realized deeply how insignificant she was in front of Su Hua—like an ant that could be crushed effortlessly.
"Take her away," Su Hua ordered coldly.
"Yes," the bodyguard responded.
"Su Hua!" Qin Ruoyao, restrained by the bodyguards, glared at Su Hua with bloodshot eyes. "I curse you to die a miserable death! I curse you to never find happiness in this lifetime, and to suffer in the eighteenth level of hell after death, enduring torment day and night!"
Butler Wang frowned and stuffed a damp rag, fresh from wiping the table, into Qin Ruoyao’s mouth.
Su Hua leaned back on the sofa, her expression calm.
Countless people had died or been tortured at her hands. She had heard curses like this many times before—one more from Qin Ruoyao made no difference.
Just as the bodyguards were about to drag Qin Ruoyao away, one of them rushed in.
"Madam, Young Master Lin has returned."
Ever since Lin Xuan had caught her tormenting Su Hai last time, Su Hua had stationed bodyguards outside whenever she dealt with someone.
They were to report to her immediately if Lin Xuan returned, to prevent him from witnessing anything he shouldn’t.
Su Hua glanced at Butler Wang, who understood immediately. He quickly placed a sack over Qin Ruoyao’s head, completely concealing her face.
The bodyguards swiftly cleaned up the bloodstains on the floor.
In an instant, the living room was spotless, with no trace of Qin Ruoyao’s torment remaining.
"Hua, what’s this…?" Lin Xuan frowned as he surveyed the scene in the living room.
"Young Master Lin, this is a spy sent by Madam’s cousin to infiltrate the Night Garden," Butler Wang replied without batting an eye.
"I see," Lin Xuan said thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on Qin Ruoyao’s bracelet.
He remembered Qin Ruoyao wearing that bracelet yesterday. Judging by her figure, it was undoubtedly her.
It seemed that Hua wasn’t planning to let Qin Ruoyao off the hook after yesterday’s incident.
He probably wouldn’t be seeing Qin Ruoyao again.
"Wait."
Lin Xuan stopped the bodyguards dragging Qin Ruoyao away and strode over to her.
Su Hua’s hands tightened.
Lin Xuan had encountered similar situations before, but he had always just asked a few questions. This was the first time he had approached someone like this.
Had he realized it was Qin Ruoyao?
Was he feeling pity? Reluctant to let her suffer?
Come to think of it, Lin Xuan had only ruined Qin Ruoyao’s reputation before. He hadn’t taken any further action.
Could it be that he still had feelings for her?
If that were the case…
A dark glint flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
Xuan, you are mine—body and soul. I won’t allow you to have any connection with another woman.
Don’t disappoint me.
Otherwise… you’ll lose your freedom.
Su Hua’s slender fingers traced the ring Lin Xuan had placed on her finger. Only this could suppress the impulse rising in her heart.
Under the sack, Qin Ruoyao’s heart was pounding.
It was Lin Xuan!
Lin Xuan was here!
If he removed the sack, he would recognize her.
Lin Xuan might be her only lifeline. If he still held even a shred of affection for her, he wouldn’t send her to the psychiatric hospital.
Even if he no longer had feelings for her, seeing her in this state and realizing Su Hua’s cruelty would surely sow discord between them!
Before being sent to the psychiatric hospital, witnessing their conflict would be worth it!
Lin Xuan reached out toward Qin Ruoyao.
Her heart raced.
"Young Master Lin," Butler Wang’s heart leapt into his throat. He was about to stop Lin Xuan.
But then, Lin Xuan punched Qin Ruoyao square in the face.
The sound alone was enough to make one wince.
Butler Wang: "???"
What was going on?
Wasn’t Young Master Lin going to remove the sack? Instead, he had punched Qin Ruoyao without hesitation.
Su Hua couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
Thud. Thud.
Lin Xuan’s fists landed on Qin Ruoyao’s face, each blow striking with full force.
The idea of not hitting women didn’t exist for Lin Xuan.
The reason he hadn’t taken further action against Qin Ruoyao after ruining her reputation was that he wanted to toy with her.
He wanted to crush her hopes every time she tried to rise again.
Now that Hua had taken action, he had to make the most of this opportunity to vent his anger. Otherwise, he might not get another chance to deal with her.
This despicable, shameless woman deserved a thorough lesson.
"Ugh… ugh…"
Qin Ruoyao’s tears streamed down her face from the pain. Held firmly by the bodyguards, she couldn’t fight back.
Butler Wang couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
Young Master Lin had always acted harmless in front of Madam. Was he dropping the act now?
Butler Wang glanced at Lin Xuan, then at Su Hua.
Truly, Madam and Young Master Lin were a perfect match. They competed secretly in bed, making him brew tonics for them.
And in front of each other, they rarely revealed their darker, more ruthless sides.
Butler Wang nodded in satisfaction.
Madam and Young Master Lin truly were a match made in heaven.
Lin Xuan finished venting his anger.
Qin Ruoyao’s face was swollen and bruised. If not for the bodyguards holding her up, she would have collapsed to the ground.
"That felt good!"
Lin Xuan exhaled deeply.
"You can take Qin—no, this spy—away now," Lin Xuan ordered.
"Yes," the bodyguards replied.
Qin Ruoyao was dragged away.
"Xuan, come here," Su Hua said, reclining on the sofa, her head propped up on her hand, her eyes smiling as she looked at Lin Xuan.
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