Are You Really Su Hua

Jiang Qing opened the photo album on her phone and placed it in front of Shen Qianqian.

"Ah—"

Shen Qianqian screamed. The photo showed dozens of freshly severed, bloodied fingers collected together.

This was the first time Shen Qianqian had seen such a scene, and her face turned pale with terror.

"Miss Shen, would you like to know whose these are?"

Jiang Qing smiled faintly, swiping to the next video—a recording of Chen Fang having his fingers chopped off.

The next one showed Wang You suffering the same fate.

...

Fear flashed in Shen Qianqian's eyes. These were all the bodyguards her father had assigned to capture this "fox spirit." Yet, they had all been caught by Su Hua's people.

And why were they showing her these videos?

Did they plan to cut off her fingers too?

The thought of losing two fingers made Shen Qianqian tremble uncontrollably.

"Miss Shen, do you see now? This is what happened to your bodyguards," Jiang Qing said with a faint smile.

"What do you want from me?" Shen Qianqian forced herself to sound composed. "I’m warning you—if anything happens to me, my father will make you pay!"

Jiang Qing put her phone away. "Miss Shen, for your father to avenge you, you’d first need to leave this villa unharmed."

A chill ran down Shen Qianqian’s spine.

Were they planning to silence her permanently?

"President Su, how would you like to deal with her next? I’ll arrange it immediately," Jiang Qing asked respectfully.

"President Su?" Shen Qianqian’s eyes widened.

Jiang Qing was one of Su Hua’s subordinates. The only "President Su" in Su Corporation was…

"You… you’re really Su Hua, the head of Su Corporation?" Shen Qianqian stared at Su Hua in disbelief.

"Miss Shen, you’re only realizing our President Su’s true identity now?" Jiang Qing mocked.

"It’s over."

Shen Qianqian collapsed onto the floor, her face ashen.

When this "fox spirit" had previously introduced herself as Su Hua, Shen Qianqian hadn’t believed her, assuming she was impersonating the CEO of Su Corporation.

But it was true…

"How… how is this possible?" Shen Qianqian muttered, her face twisted in shock.

Wasn’t Su Corporation’s leader known for being indifferent to men?

And wasn’t she famously cold and unapproachable?

Yet, this "fox spirit" had shamelessly clung to Lin Xuan. That day at the restaurant, she had deliberately let Shen Qianqian spill tea on her, playing the victim in front of Lin Xuan with pitiful tears.

And then there was that time at the club—she had acted like a seductress from an ancient brothel, lounging on the sofa, batting her eyelashes at Lin Xuan, coaxing him to kiss her.

How could such a woman be the icy, untouchable President Su?

But Jiang Qing had called her "President Su."

Of course.

If she weren’t Su Hua, her father’s ten bodyguards wouldn’t have been captured so easily.

And Su Corporation wouldn’t be protecting her like this.

How had she not realized sooner?

But more than fear, Shen Qianqian felt hatred burning inside her.

"You’ve been toying with me!" Shen Qianqian glared at Su Hua, her eyes bloodshot. "All this time I was chasing Lin Xuan, you were just watching me make a fool of myself!"

Su Hua sat elegantly in the main seat, her beautiful eyes coolly observing Shen Qianqian.

Suddenly, Shen Qianqian shook off the bodyguard’s grip and crawled toward Su Hua.

The bodyguard moved to restrain her again, but Su Hua raised a hand, signaling him to stop.

Shen Qianqian reached Su Hua and pleaded, "President Su, with your power, you can have any man you want. Lin Xuan is just a plaything to you, right? Can’t you give him to me?"

Jiang Qing shook her head.

Shen Qianqian was obsessed—whether out of love or sheer obsession, it was hard to tell.

"Please, I’m begging you, let me have Lin Xuan," Shen Qianqian continued desperately.

"Shen Qianqian."

Su Hua lifted Shen Qianqian’s chin with a gloved hand. "A-Xuan has always been mine. How dare you covet him?"

"I never let any woman who desires A-Xuan go unpunished."

Her eyes turned icy as she shoved Shen Qianqian away.

"Ah—!" Shen Qianqian fell to the floor.

Two of the three men who had been watching panicked and tried to flee.

Su Hua ordered, "Stop them."

The bodyguards quickly restrained them.

"Miss, please spare us! We were just hired to do a job—we didn’t mean any disrespect!"

"Have mercy!" The two men kowtowed frantically, begging for their lives.

Only the third man remained oblivious, grinning foolishly at Su Hua and calling her "wife."

Jiang Qing walked up to him. "She’s not your wife. She is."

She pointed at Shen Qianqian.

The man, believing her, turned to Shen Qianqian and started chanting, "Wife! Wife!"

Shen Qianqian, still unaware of the danger, trembled.

"Su Hua!" she cried. "You can’t do this to me! It’s illegal—you’ll go to prison!"

Su Hua chuckled. "If I were going to prison, I’d already be there."

"Shen Qianqian, do you know what my favorite pastime is?"

Dressed in a striking red qipao, Su Hua crouched elegantly before her. "I love personally tormenting people. I love watching my prey struggle in despair."

"I have many methods. But for you, I’ll return the favor—because your schemes against me were particularly vicious."

"You wanted those three men to rape me, didn’t you? Since you chose them, you’ll be the one to enjoy their company."

Shen Qianqian’s eyes widened in horror.

Was Su Hua really going to let those disgusting men… violate her?

"No! You can’t do this to me!" Shen Qianqian’s voice shook.

She refused! Only Lin Xuan had the right to touch her!

Su Hua returned to her seat. "Jiang Qing, drug the three men. Leave Shen Qianqian as she is."

"Yes."

Jiang Qing forced a pill into each man’s mouth.

The Dark Rose Society had no shortage of such peculiar drugs—perfect for occasions like this.

In less than a minute, the men’s eyes glazed over with lust. Their bodies burned, and they clawed at their clothes.

Su Hua commanded, "Take them to the basement. And remember—record everything. The whole nation will want to see."

"No! You can’t!" Shen Qianqian screamed, her face white with terror.

Jiang Qing sighed.

Wasn’t this just poetic justice?

When Shen Qianqian tormented others, she never imagined she’d face the same fate.

The bodyguards dragged Shen Qianqian and the three men into the basement.

The door slammed shut.

The three men were desperate to vent their urges, and Shen Qianqian was the only woman in the basement. They lunged at her.