My Man Is Perfect, Of Course

Su Hua’s hand paused as she held the pen.

“What happened?” she asked.

Jiang Qing replied, “Young Master Lin had his bodyguards take Shen Qianqian to an abandoned factory and beat her up. He even showed up himself to warn her, telling her to stop clinging to you, Boss Su. He said the only one he’ll ever love is you.”

Hearing Jiang Qing’s words, Su Hua couldn’t suppress the upward curve of her lips.

Ah Xuan… how wonderful.

Jiang Qing smiled and added, “Boss Su, Young Master Lin is so principled—handsome, talented, gentle only with you, and doesn’t even glance at other women. He’s practically perfect.”

Jiang Qing was practically singing Lin Xuan’s praises to the heavens.

She knew her Boss Su didn’t like hearing flattery about herself, but compliments about Young Master Lin? That always pleased her.

Sure enough, she noticed the unmistakable delight in Su Hua’s eyes.

“My man is naturally perfect,” Su Hua declared, her tone brimming with pride.

Jiang Qing couldn’t help but feel smug inside.

As expected, praising Young Master Lin was never the wrong move.

“Continue,” Su Hua ordered.

“Yes.”

Jiang Qing resumed her work report.

Suddenly, Su Hua frowned. “Get to the important parts.”

She needed to finish her work before Ah Xuan returned.

This report proceeded unusually smoothly.

In less than twenty minutes, Jiang Qing left Ye Manor with the completed documents in hand.

She let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Being summoned to Ye Manor in the dead of night to handle work was purely because Young Master Lin wasn’t around, putting Boss Su in a foul mood.

Thank goodness Young Master Lin was back—otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten any sleep tonight.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan had also returned to Ye Manor.

Spotting the figure on the sofa, he frowned. “Hua Bao, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Ah Xuan, come here,” Su Hua said coolly.

A ripple of unease stirred in Lin Xuan’s chest. Was this…?

He walked over.

The moment he reached the sofa, Su Hua pulled him down. As he sat, she leaned in, clad in a white silk nightgown, and brazenly planted her hands on either side of the sofa’s backrest.

She trapped him in a wall-like pin.

“Ah Xuan, you went to see Shen Qianqian today?” Su Hua’s crimson lips brushed the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xuan’s guard shot up.

Given Hua Bao’s tendency to stew in jealousy, hearing he’d met Shen Qianqian privately would undoubtedly trigger her.

He had to explain himself carefully—or risk being locked in a dark room by Hua Bao.

“Hua Bao, well… I did go see Shen Qianqian,” Lin Xuan admitted weakly.

“Ah Xuan is being honest, at least,” Su Hua chuckled lowly.

“N-no, Hua Bao, I only went to warn her off,” Lin Xuan hurriedly clarified. “I didn’t want her clinging to me anymore, so I had her roughed up a little. That should make her give up.”

“If you don’t believe me, I can call those bodyguards over—”

“I know,” Su Hua’s voice softened slightly.

“You… knew?” Lin Xuan blinked.

Damn it, if she already knew, why did she act all jealous? Wait—no, she didn’t actually seem jealous, just casually asking.

Had he overthought it?

“Ah Xuan.” Su Hua pressed her lips to his. She’d had some red wine earlier, and its rich aroma melded with the sweetness of her breath as it filled Lin Xuan’s mouth.

He felt intoxicated just from the taste.

Butler Wang, witnessing the couple’s affectionate display, wore a knowing, motherly smile.

He promptly shooed all the servants out of the villa.

No one was going to play third wheel here.

A long while later, Su Hua finally pulled away from Lin Xuan’s lips, resting her face against his chest as she caught her breath.

Ah Xuan’s kissing skills had gotten so much better. Before, she was always the one leading, but now he could leave her utterly breathless.

Not that she minded.

Right now, Su Hua’s soft hair was disheveled against Lin Xuan’s arm, her cheeks faintly flushed, lips as red as blood. A misty haze clouded her eyes, radiating an alluring charm.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xuan thought she looked downright irresistible.

At work, Su Hua was an ice-cold, ruthless CEO—but when passion took over, she became an enchantress.

Unable to resist, Lin Xuan tightened his grip around her slender waist.

Su Hua lifted her gaze, smiling faintly. “That kiss just now… was your reward.”

Lin Xuan: “…”

Are you sure it wasn’t for you?

“But from now on, Ah Xuan isn’t allowed to see Shen Qianqian again,” Su Hua declared possessively.

As she spoke, her lips curled slightly. “Because I want Ah Xuan to be mine alone.”

Her delicate, pale fingers traced over Lin Xuan’s chest. “This heart… can only hold me.”

“So Ah Xuan, I won’t tolerate other women touching you.” Su Hua made no effort to hide her domineering, obsessive nature.

“Alright,” Lin Xuan agreed indulgently. “My heart belongs only to Hua Bao.”

“And I won’t see Shen Qianqian again.”

Lin Xuan had assumed that after beating Shen Qianqian so ruthlessly, she’d finally give up on him.

Clearly, he’d underestimated the depth of her delusional infatuation.

His influence wasn’t strong enough yet, and he worried the Shen Family might trace it back to him. He didn’t want to trouble Hua Bao—otherwise, he wouldn’t have stopped at just a beating.

Su Hua’s eyes curved with satisfaction.

Her Ah Xuan… was so obedient.

“Ah Xuan.” Su Hua wrapped her soft arms around his neck. “My period’s over. The past few days, I’ve been making you feel good… Isn’t it your turn now?”

Her sultry aura wrapped around him.

“Ah Xuan, let’s do it right here in the living room…”

Meanwhile…

The two bodyguards drove off, following Lin Xuan’s orders to dump Shen Qianqian back at the Shen Family’s doorstep.

As the car stopped at the villa’s front gate, one of them kicked Shen Qianqian out unceremoniously.

Then they sped away without a second glance.

Shen Qianqian’s mind was still trapped in that abandoned factory, replaying Lin Xuan’s icy gaze and cruel words.

The pain was unbearable.

Why would Lin Xuan treat her like this?

Didn’t he realize how deeply his words had wounded her?

“Waaah—” Shen Qianqian crumpled to the ground in front of the villa gates, hugging her knees as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Her cries caught the attention of a Shen Family maid.

The maid approached, took one look at the disheveled, bruised figure, and scowled. “What’s wrong with security? Letting some beggar wander in here.”

Shen Qianqian’s face was battered, her clothes torn and filthy from rolling on the damp ground.

The maid didn’t recognize her—just assumed she was some homeless woman begging for scraps.

When Shen Qianqian didn’t move, the maid yanked open the iron gates and signaled for security to lock them, ensuring the “beggar” couldn’t slip inside.

“Scram! Get out of here! This is a high-end private estate—this villa alone is worth billions. You think trash like you belongs here?” The maid sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

But Shen Qianqian was too lost in her grief over Lin Xuan’s cruelty to even hear the insults.

Seeing her still motionless, the maid impatiently kicked her to the ground.