Engage in the Game with One's Own Body

However, she wouldn’t have to face Wang Dahe for much longer because she already had Lin Xuan.

“Later, you two can go back and pack your clothes. I’ll drive over to pick you up, along with Luo Yuan,” Lin Xuan said.

“Sure,” Wang Dahe nodded.

Lin Xuan quickly packed a set of clothes and then drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom to pick up Wang Dahe and Wang Shiyun.

This was Wang Shiyun’s first time riding in such a luxury car. She looked around at the high-end interior, her face full of awe.

“This car must be really expensive, right?”

“Not too bad,” Lin Xuan replied casually. “This one’s actually one of the cheaper ones in my collection. I have over a dozen supercars worth over a hundred million each in my garage, but most of them are sports cars and can’t fit many people, so I brought this one instead.”

Wang Shiyun’s heart raced.

Over a dozen cars worth over a hundred million each? That meant his car collection alone was worth over a billion!

Lin Xuan was even richer than she had imagined…

Lin Xuan went to pick up Luo Yuan, who immediately tried to open the front passenger door to get in.

Lin Xuan stopped him. “You can’t sit there. That’s my girlfriend’s seat.”

“Fine, fine. You’ve got a girlfriend, so you’re the boss,” Luo Yuan huffed before moving to the backseat to sit with Wang Dahe.

Wang Shiyun bit her lip.

“Lin Xuan has a girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” Wang Dahe nodded. “Xuan’s girlfriend is incredibly beautiful and capable—a real lady from a distinguished family.”

Lin Xuan’s plan was simple: he would use himself as bait to lure Wang Shiyun. No, he wouldn’t even need to lure her—just a slight gesture, and she’d come running.

He had no intention of hiding the fact that he had a girlfriend.

A woman like Wang Shiyun would willingly become the other woman, even knowing he was taken.

Wang Shiyun bit her lip again.

So he already had a girlfriend.

But that shouldn’t be a problem. After all, the grass is always greener on the other side. And besides, women from distinguished families were usually quite reserved, especially in bed. She doubted Lin Xuan’s girlfriend could satisfy him the way she could.

She was confident that once Lin Xuan slept with her, he wouldn’t be able to let her go.

Wang Shiyun was brimming with self-assurance.

They arrived at Purple River Manor.

Lin Xuan ordered plenty of alcohol.

Luo Yuan said, “Wang Shiyun, right? I heard you used to be a hostess. You must be able to hold your liquor pretty well.”

“Sorry,” Wang Shiyun said, clutching her stomach. “My stomach hasn’t been feeling great lately, so I can’t drink much.”

“No problem. The rest of us will drink, then,” Luo Yuan agreed.

“I’ve actually studied dance before. How about I perform for you all to liven things up?”

Wang Shiyun took the center of the round stage and began dancing gracefully to the music.

She swayed her hips, her figure sinuous and alluring.

Lin Xuan watched her on stage and couldn’t help but wonder—what would Su Hua look like if she danced?

Never mind.

What was he thinking? Su Hua didn’t dance.

Wang Shiyun noticed Lin Xuan watching her and danced even more passionately, her hips swaying with extra flair.

When she finished, applause broke out.

“Wang Dahe, I didn’t expect your girlfriend to be so talented,” Luo Yuan remarked.

“Of course. You think I’d settle for anything less?” Wang Dahe said proudly.

“Come on, let’s keep drinking.”

Wang Shiyun watched as Lin Xuan, Wang Dahe, and Luo Yuan continued downing drinks, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Drink up, drink up. The drunker they got, the better.

Alcohol lowered inhibitions.

She could use this chance to sleep with Lin Xuan. And as for Wang Dahe? She didn’t have to worry about him interfering.

While drinking, Lin Xuan glanced at Wang Shiyun and noticed her staring back at him. He quickly averted his gaze.

Wang Shiyun’s heart fluttered with excitement.

Hadn’t Lin Xuan just looked at her with deep affection?

Did that mean he was interested in her too?

Was his earlier aloofness just because he was holding back, not wanting to cross the line since she was Wang Dahe’s girlfriend?

Suppressing her excitement, she turned to Wang Dahe.

“Come on, Dahe, since you’re here tonight, you should enjoy yourself. Drink up!”

She poured him more alcohol, trying to get him drunk.

“Thanks, Shiyun. You’re so thoughtful,” Wang Dahe slurred, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Wang Shiyun pushed him away in disgust.

“Dahe, there are so many people around. Let’s not do this here,” she said sweetly.

“Alright, whatever you say, babe,” Wang Dahe chuckled.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Lin Xuan announced, standing up.

“Me too.”

Luo Yuan followed him into the bathroom.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Luo Yuan groaned. “Lin Xuan, have you noticed? Wang Shiyun hasn’t stopped staring at you. It’s obvious she’s into you. Only an idiot like Wang Dahe wouldn’t see it.”

“I noticed,” Lin Xuan said coldly. “I’m letting her look. I want her to fall for me.”

Luckily, Wang Shiyun was exactly the kind of gold-digger he thought she was.

He wouldn’t need much effort to reel her in.

“Lin Xuan, don’t tell me you actually like her,” Luo Yuan said, wide-eyed.

“Are you serious?” Lin Xuan scoffed. “I already have Su Hua. What other woman could possibly catch my eye?”

“Right, right,” Luo Yuan scratched his head.

“Then why are you making her fall for you?” Luo Yuan asked curiously.

“To show Wang Dahe her true colors. If you want front-row seats to the drama, don’t get drunk,” Lin Xuan said.

“Got it. No problem,” Luo Yuan grinned.

His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

This was going to be good.

Hehe, wasn’t Wang Dahe always bragging about not being a simp?

Soon, he’d get to see Wang Dahe’s face slapped hard by reality.

Meanwhile, Su Hua returned to Night Garden.

Butler Wang looked surprised. “Miss, you’re back early. Weren’t you supposed to return tomorrow?”

“I finished early,” Su Hua replied coolly.

Her eyes swept across the living room, but Lin Xuan was nowhere in sight. Frowning, she asked, “Butler Wang, where’s A-Xuan?”

“Young Master Lin came home earlier to pick up some clothes and then left. He said he wouldn’t be back tonight,” Butler Wang answered respectfully.

Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

No wonder A-Xuan’s replies had been so half-hearted earlier…

“Miss, would you like to call and ask where Young Master Lin is?” Butler Wang suggested.

“No need.” Su Hua smirked. She picked up her phone and checked Lin Xuan’s recent locations.

“Junlong Restaurant?” she murmured.

She then dialed another number. “Jiang Qing, pull up the surveillance footage from Junlong Restaurant at 3 PM today.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jiang Qing sent her the footage.

The video was high-definition, capturing even the subtlest facial expressions.

Su Hua watched the playback and immediately spotted a woman leaning toward her A-Xuan.

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