Making Babies is the Priority

Chen Yu took a deep breath before continuing, "Later, my father died in a car accident on his way home from work due to overexhaustion. My mother, knowing that Shen Qianqian had used her to threaten me, took her own life."

Tears streamed down Chen Yu’s face.

Their family had been so happy—until Shen Qianqian destroyed everything.

She wished she could tear Shen Qianqian to pieces!

From the moment Chen Yu followed Shen Qianqian here, Jiang Qing had already sent someone to investigate her.

The report had just arrived.

"Young Master Su, here’s Chen Yu’s file. What she said is true," Jiang Qing placed the documents in front of Su Hua.

She gave Chen Yu a sympathetic glance.

What a pitiful woman.

Su Hua leisurely flipped through the records when Chen Yu suddenly knelt before her.

"Young Master Su, thank you for punishing Shen Qianqian. I have evidence of her illegal activities hidden in my home. Could you help me send her to prison?"

Shen Qianqian gritted her teeth. "You dared to collect evidence against me? How could you?"

She never expected the meek and submissive Chen Yu to turn against her like this!

Su Hua frowned.

"Gag her."

Jiang Qing stifled a laugh.

So even Su Hua found Shen Qianqian’s voice grating.

A rag was stuffed into Shen Qianqian’s mouth by a bodyguard.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

She struggled desperately, but with the guards holding her down, escape was impossible.

"Young Master Su, as for me," Chen Yu said, her eyes red, "you can deal with me however you see fit."

Having witnessed Shen Qianqian suffer such torment, she had no regrets.

At least her family could reunite in the afterlife.

Su Hua closed the file.

"Do you want to take revenge yourself?" she asked, stepping closer to Chen Yu.

"Huh?"

Chen Yu stared at Su Hua in shock.

What did she mean?

Su Hua spoke calmly. "For the next few days, you’ll be the one tormenting Shen Qianqian."

"As for the evidence of her crimes, I’ll send someone to retrieve it."

Joy flashed in Chen Yu’s eyes.

"Thank you, Young Master Su!" She kowtowed repeatedly. She had longed for this chance—she never thought it would come true.

Jiang Qing wasn’t surprised by Su Hua’s decision.

Though ruthless, Su Hua didn’t target just anyone.

Only those who crossed her—or Young Master Lin—faced her wrath.

Since Chen Yu had done nothing to harm them, Su Hua had no reason to punish her.

After Su Hua left, Chen Yu approached Shen Qianqian.

"Shen Qianqian, you used your family’s power to force people to their deaths, to destroy my family."

"Did you ever imagine you’d end up like this?"

A cold smile twisted Chen Yu’s lips.

She would make sure Shen Qianqian suffered every second of these next few days.

Fear filled Shen Qianqian’s eyes.

Chen Yu hated her to the core—she wouldn’t show mercy.

Knowing Shen Qianqian wanted to speak, Chen Yu pulled the rag from her mouth.

"Chen Yu, I’ll give you money—more than you could ever spend! Just let me go!" Shen Qianqian begged.

"Money?" Chen Yu’s eyes burned with fury. "Can money bring back my parents?"

"Shen Qianqian, this time, you’ll pay for everything you’ve done!"

She laughed bitterly.

"You’re finished."

Su Hua sat in the car, nearing the Night Garden when she suddenly ordered, "Stop."

"What’s wrong, Young Master Su?" Jiang Qing hit the brakes, puzzled.

"Do I smell like blood?" Su Hua asked.

"Not that I can tell," Jiang Qing shook her head.

Still uneasy, Su Hua commanded, "Take me to Imperial Hotel."

"Is something the matter?" Jiang Qing asked.

"I don’t want Xuan to smell blood on me. He doesn’t like it when I kill," Su Hua murmured.

She knew that when Xuan had seen her kill Su Hai, he’d decapitated the man himself and claimed they were the same—but those were just words to comfort her.

Years ago, witnessing her slaughter countless people had traumatized him.

She refused to let him see her bloodthirsty side. She had to remain perfect in his eyes.

Jiang Qing stifled a chuckle.

Could she call this "husband-whipped"?

"Also, prepare a set of clothes for me," Su Hua added.

"Young Master Su, Imperial Hotel already has plenty of outfits in your size."

The hotel kept a permanent suite for her, stocked with all her necessities.

The wardrobe was always packed with clothes for her and Lin Xuan.

"No, not those," Su Hua clarified.

After hearing Su Hua’s request, Jiang Qing smirked.

Young Master Lin was in for a long night.

She sighed.

If only Su Hua hadn’t taken that contraceptive shot.

Given how often she and Lin Xuan couldn’t keep their hands off each other, she’d surely be pregnant by now.

Su Hua scrubbed herself clean, changed into the outfit Jiang Qing provided, and draped a long coat over herself, concealing the alluring attire beneath.

Only Xuan deserved to see this side of her.

On the way back to Night Garden, all servants were ordered to stay in their rooms.

After dropping Su Hua off, Jiang Qing drove away, only to spot Old Master Su being stopped at the gates.

"Apologies, sir. Young Master Su said no visitors today."

Old Master Su huffed. "I’m her grandfather, not some guest! I can’t even enter?"

"Sir, these are her orders. Please don’t make this difficult," the guard pleaded.

"I’m going in whether she likes it or not!" Old Master Su insisted. "I want to see what she’s hiding!"

Jiang Qing pulled over.

"Chairman," she greeted respectfully.

Even though Old Master Su had retired, she still addressed him as before.

"Secretary Jiang, perfect timing! Tell me—how is my own granddaughter’s home off-limits to me?" he grumbled.

"Chairman, today really isn’t the day," Jiang Qing said.

"Is Hua’er having another episode? Is that why she doesn’t want me to see her?" Old Master Su fretted.

"Rest assured, Chairman, she’s fine," Jiang Qing smiled. "Young Master Lin is with her. She gave strict orders—no one enters the villa tonight."

Realization dawned on Old Master Su.

He grinned. "Ah, I see! Very well, I won’t disturb them."

"Making babies is more important, after all."

Jiang Qing rubbed her nose sheepishly.

If the chairman finds out that President Su had injections and can't get pregnant, wouldn't he be furious enough to spit blood?

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