At this moment, in the Night Garden.
A woman in a red dress, elegant and noble, sat on the sofa, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on a photo on her phone.
It was Lin Xuan's handwriting...
As expected, he had been acting all these days. The moment he arrived at school, he couldn't resist showing affection and confessing to Qin Ruoyao.
A love letter... He wrote a love letter to Qin Ruoyao, and it was filled with such deep and tender emotions.
How enviable.
"Lin Xuan, you’ve been very naughty..." Su Hua murmured softly.
The servants in the room kept their heads down, their hearts uneasy.
They rarely saw their mistress this furious. It must be Lin Xuan's fault!
They had truly believed that Lin Xuan was willing to stay by Su Hua's side, but on his very first day at school, he had managed to anger her.
When Butler Wang entered the living room, he immediately sensed the oppressive atmosphere.
He whispered to a servant, "What happened?"
"I’m not sure. Miss seemed to receive a message, and then she became like this," the servant replied.
Butler Wang observed Su Hua's expression and frowned.
Su Hua was usually calm and composed. Even when surrounded by danger, facing life and death, she never showed a hint of fear.
Only one person could make her lose control like this—Lin Xuan.
What exactly was on her phone?
Butler Wang picked up the phone from the table, its body slightly bent from Su Hua's grip.
A love letter! And it was addressed to Qin Ruoyao!
Butler Wang's eyes widened.
No wonder Su Hua was so angry!
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off... Could it be a misunderstanding?
Su Hua's eyes were dark and turbulent, as if ready to destroy everything. Her gaze remained fixed on the phone.
To think he wrote a love letter to Qin Ruoyao... Lin Xuan, you’ve grown bolder and bolder.
Butler Wang secretly called Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan was sound asleep when the phone woke him. He put the phone to his ear and gritted his teeth, "What is it? Speak!"
"Master Lin, you’ve gotten yourself into big trouble!" Butler Wang said urgently.
Lin Xuan was stunned.
He had been in class all day, and as soon as he returned to his dorm, he went to sleep. What trouble could he possibly have caused?
Could it be that someone took a photo of him talking to Qin Ruoyao at the stairwell and sent it to Su Hua, making her misunderstand?
Well, that was easy to explain.
"If you’re talking about me speaking to Qin Ruoyao, Butler Wang, you’ve got it all wrong! She was the one clinging to me. I kept my distance and didn’t say anything inappropriate!" Lin Xuan explained.
"It’s not that!" Butler Wang said. "Master Lin, did you write a love letter to Qin Ruoyao?"
Lin Xuan was completely dumbfounded.
A love letter? What love letter?
"Someone sent that love letter to Miss Su Hua’s phone. She’s furious now, Master Lin. You’re in deep trouble."
A love letter...
Lin Xuan racked his brain, and finally, he remembered—he had indeed written a love letter to Qin Ruoyao!
"Butler Wang, that letter was written before I saw Qin Ruoyao’s true nature. Now, I’m fully devoted to staying by Su Hua’s side. The timing is wrong! It doesn’t count!" Lin Xuan protested.
That was written by the foolish version of himself, not the reformed version he was now!
Butler Wang sighed. "Master Lin, you’d better think of a way to calm Miss Su Hua down. Otherwise, you might lose your freedom."
Butler Wang hung up the phone.
Lin Xuan’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to extinguish Su Hua’s anger!
He had worked so hard to earn his freedom—he couldn’t lose it now!
Got it!!
An idea flashed in Lin Xuan’s mind, and he began rummaging through his things to find the love letter.
Five minutes later, he finally found it under the table.
Lin Xuan took a photo of the letter, extracted the text, and sent it to Su Hua.
After some thought, he added a message.
[Su Hua, I missed you in the half day we were apart. I want to kiss the tip of your nose, your eyes, your lips... I want to see you moved by me, unable to resist... Su Hua, I am yours, always have been, always will be.]
Night Garden.
Su Hua was lost in her own world, clutching a fruit knife in her hand. The sharp blade cut into her delicate skin, and drops of crimson blood fell from her hand.
Butler Wang watched the scene, his heart aching, but he dared not approach.
He was afraid of triggering her condition.
Butler Wang clasped his hands together, hoping that Lin Xuan would quickly come up with a solution. After all, Lin Xuan was the only one who could calm Su Hua down.
Su Hua’s eyes were filled with obsession, madness, and a hint of vulnerability.
Lin Xuan, why? Why couldn’t you keep up the act?
Su Hua’s lips curled into a mocking smile.
Of course, someone like her didn’t deserve warmth.
Every time she thought she had found it, reality shattered her illusions...
She had overestimated herself, trying to grasp light in the darkness of hell.
Su Hua’s fingertip traced the blood-stained blade, her eyes filled with a sick obsession.
"Lin Xuan..." she murmured softly. "Since you’ve been so naughty, why don’t you join me in hell?"
Butler Wang shuddered.
If Master Lin didn’t handle this love letter situation properly, the consequences would be dire!
"Ding ding ding." Su Hua’s phone chimed with a QQ message notification.
Su Hua paid no attention, her gaze still fixed on the bloodied knife.
Butler Wang, however, brightened up.
Su Hua’s QQ only had one contact—Lin Xuan. It must be him.
Butler Wang cleared his throat and said, "Miss, your QQ just received a message. Shouldn’t you check it? It’s probably Master Lin contacting you."
Su Hua’s empty, numb gaze shifted to the phone on the table, but she made no move to pick it up.
Butler Wang had no choice but to pick up the phone himself. When he saw the message Lin Xuan had sent, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Wow, Master Lin’s move was brilliant!
And that last part... Cough, the joys of youth. He was too old to understand such things.
"Miss Su, would you like to check your QQ? Master Lin sent something related to the love letter."
Su Hua remained silent, still staring at the phone.
Butler Wang continued, "Miss, if you don’t respond, Master Lin might get worried. If this is all a misunderstanding, your relationship with him could be affected."
Su Hua still didn’t move. Butler Wang coughed and said, "Miss, this phone is cracked from your grip. Let me get you a new one."
He pretended to take the phone away.
"Wait." Su Hua’s hoarse voice stopped him. "Give me the phone."
Butler Wang’s expression showed he had expected this.
He handed the phone to Su Hua.
To be honest, Butler Wang was still a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure if Su Hua would believe it...
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