The executives' eyes lit up as they instantly crowded around him.
"Young Master Lin, let me introduce myself—I'm Wang Yuan, the marketing manager."
"Young Master Lin, I also share your surname—Lin Jianghai. Our ancestors might have even been the same!"
They eagerly shoved their business cards into Lin Xuan's hands.
"Young Master Lin, if you ever need anything, just come to me. As long as it's within my power, I'll go through fire and water for you without hesitation."
In the office.
Su Hua kept glancing at the clock on the wall, her brows tightly furrowed.
"Why hasn’t A-Xuan arrived yet?" she muttered impatiently.
Jiang Qing bowed slightly. "President Su, shall I go check?"
"No need." Su Hua rose from her executive chair. "I’ll go myself."
The moment she stepped out of her office, she spotted three or four executives crowding around Lin Xuan near the stairwell.
"Young Master Lin, don’t forget about me! My position in Su Corporation is higher than theirs. If you need anything, I can get things done much faster."
"Ha! Old Liu, your rank is barely a notch above mine. Don’t forget, I own another company on the side—how can you even compare? Stop inflating your importance."
Lin Xuan was trapped, unable to move an inch amidst their clamor.
The incessant chatter grated on his nerves.
Since when had he become this popular?
Su Hua’s beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously as she watched these people block her A-Xuan from coming to her.
The executives suddenly felt an icy gaze drilling into their backs.
They froze.
That gaze… it was all too familiar. Almost like their President Su’s—
They turned stiffly and saw Su Hua watching them, a faint smile playing on her lips.
A very dangerous smile.
"P-President Su! I—I have a proposal to finish, so I’ll take my leave!"
"Y-yes, me too!"
Not daring to wait for the elevator, they bolted for the stairs. The longer they stayed, the greater the peril.
Su Hua retracted her gaze and walked toward Lin Xuan.
"A-Xuan, you’re here." Her voice softened instantly, a stark contrast to the icy CEO from moments ago.
"I brought you lunch. Let’s eat inside." Lin Xuan took her hand.
"Okay."
Su Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan had prepared four dishes, arranging them neatly on the dining table.
"Hua Bao, these are all your favorites. Go ahead and eat." His voice was gentle.
Su Hua leaned over him, one hand resting on the armrest of his chair.
Her silky dark hair brushed against Lin Xuan’s face.
"A-Xuan, you should know what my favorite is." She smirked.
Lin Xuan tensed.
Her favorite… was him?
Just as he thought she was about to pull him into an embrace, Su Hua suddenly chuckled and settled onto his lap.
"A-Xuan, feed me." Her melodious voice left no room for refusal.
They shared an intimate, lingering meal.
Afterward, Su Hua insisted Lin Xuan stay and nap with her.
Glancing at the time, Lin Xuan realized it was time to meet Dahe—and his girlfriend.
Meanwhile, the executives who had swarmed Lin Xuan at noon spent the next few hours in nervous dread.
Huddled together, they whispered anxiously.
"President Su’s glare at noon was terrifying. I can’t shake this feeling—what if she retaliates?"
"Relax, it’s been hours and nothing’s happened. If she wanted to punish us, she would’ve done it already."
"Ugh, I regret bothering Young Master Lin now."
They were filled with remorse.
After witnessing how easily Young Master Lin could sway their president, they’d been desperate to curry favor with him.
So when they finally got the chance, they pounced.
Who knew President Su would emerge from her office at that exact moment?
At 2:20 PM, Su Hua woke from her nap in the resting room, her expression languid and satisfied.
Returning to her desk, she picked up the phone.
"Come in."
Jiang Qing entered shortly after. "President Su."
"If they had time to pester A-Xuan for so long, they must not be busy enough."
Su Hua’s tone was deceptively light. "Assign them some tasks—and make sure they complete everything personally. No delegating."
"Yes, President Su."
Jiang Qing and three assistants sought out the four executives.
"Good, you’re all here. Saves me the trouble of tracking you down separately."
The executives eyed the stacks of files in the assistants’ hands, a sinking feeling in their stomachs.
"Director Jiang, what’s all this?" one asked, gulping.
"Oh, these?" Jiang Qing smiled. "These are Su Corporation’s financial statements from the past three years. You’ll be organizing them."
"And President Su’s orders—no outsourcing the work."
The executives: "..."
"Secretary Jiang… is this because of what happened at noon?" one ventured fearfully.
"What do you think?" Jiang Qing’s smile widened.
Of course it was!
The executives wanted to weep.
Jiang Qing offered a friendly warning. "Best not to cling to Young Master Lin. President Su dislikes anyone monopolizing him—women or men."
"We just wanted to get on his good side," they sighed.
And it backfired spectacularly.
"There’s a right way to do it. Take notes—I’ve earned plenty of bonuses from President Su just by being useful to Young Master Lin." Jiang Qing smirked.
The executives: "..."
How was that fair?!
She was President Su’s secretary—she had constant access to Lin Xuan!
They only got to speak to him when he visited Su Corporation.
At this point, they were convinced Jiang Qing was just rubbing it in.
After delivering the tasks, Jiang Qing returned to her desk, smug.
Young Master Lin’s favor wasn’t so easily won.
No one was stealing her advantage!
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan drove toward Junlong Restaurant.
Wang Dahe called. "Xuanzi, you on your way?"
"Relax, I remember. I’ll be there in ten," Lin Xuan replied.
"I’ll order first then."
Just as Wang Dahe finished ordering, Wang Shiyun arrived wearing a white sundress, a pink bow headband adorning her hair—a picture of pure innocence.
Wang Dahe stared, mesmerized.
Wang Shiyun smiled. "Dahe-ge, do I look nice?"
"Beautiful."
Wang Dahe nodded emphatically.
His girlfriend was stunning.
Wang Shiyun sat beside him, beaming. "Dahe-ge, today’s my first time meeting your friend. I wanted to make a good impression."
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