Don't Fall on Ah Xuan

Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously.

She’d better not fall onto Xuan’s body—otherwise, Su Hua would make sure she died without a grave to bury her in…

Butler Wang was also watching the video on the computer.

He wasn’t the least bit worried.

Young Master Lin had enough sense—he would never let that woman touch him.

The next second.

Su Hua saw Lin Xuan in the video kick out with his foot.

A pleased expression flickered across Su Hua’s delicate features.

"Xuan, so well-behaved," she murmured, lips curving.

Soon, however, her attention snapped to Wang Shiyun. This woman… was coveting her Xuan.

As Su Hua continued watching the video, she noticed the woman talking nonstop with Xuan.

They knew each other.

Su Hua tightened her grip on her phone. Aside from the arranged marriage between Xuan and Shen Qianqian, there had never been any other connections.

But this woman knew Xuan…

She would definitely try every trick to seduce him.

Su Hua checked Lin Xuan’s current location and abruptly stood up.

Purple River Villa…

Had he gone there with that woman?

A storm of fury churned in Su Hua’s eyes.

She’d better not try to steal Xuan away…

Su Hua strode out.

"Prepare the private jet," she ordered coldly.

"Madam Su, where are we heading?" the pilot asked, confused.

"Purple River Villa."

The pilot: "…"

Purple River Villa wasn’t even that far—less than an hour by car. Why bring out the private jet?

A servant couldn’t help but ask, "Butler Wang, why is Miss Su in such a hurry?"

Butler Wang replied matter-of-factly, "To catch a cheating bastard."

"Huh?" The servant’s jaw dropped.

After a moment, realization struck. "Butler Wang, you mean… Young Master Lin is cheating?"

"Exactly," Butler Wang nodded.

"Young Master Lin actually betrayed her?!" The servant paced anxiously. "We’re doomed, completely doomed! For over a year, Miss Su’s temper has been so mild—us servants have been living in peace!"

"If Young Master Lin betrays her, she’ll fly into a rage, and we’ll all suffer for it!"

Given Miss Su’s temperament, she would never let Xuan slip away with another woman so easily.

She’d just drag him back to Night Manor by force.

Were they about to relive those two years when Young Master Lin had desperately tried to escape Su Hua’s grasp, while she radiated a terrifying, suffocating aura day and night?

"Butler Wang, think of something!" the servant urged frantically.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Butler Wang rapped the servant’s head.

"If it were really about catching him cheating, Miss Su wouldn’t have left with that expression."

"Right…" The servant thought back to Su Hua’s demeanor when she left—she had seemed relieved.

Definitely not the face of someone about to catch an affair.

Back when Su Hua used to hear about Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao together, her expression had been downright apocalyptic.

Butler Wang explained, "Miss Su probably trusts Young Master Lin. But if another woman is eyeing him, and worse, if they already know each other… do you think Madam Su would just sit back and do nothing?"

Miss Su couldn’t tolerate even a speck of dust in her eyes.

And Lin Xuan was her bottom line—she would never allow anyone to take him from her.

"But Butler Wang, why did you say she was catching him cheating earlier…?" the servant frowned.

Butler Wang rolled his eyes. "It’s called hyperbole. Isn’t that how people talk online these days? You youngsters should spend more time on the internet and keep up with the times."

The servant: "…"

So now she was outdated?

Was this really how hyperbole worked?

On the way to Purple River Villa, Su Hua called Jiang Qing.

"Investigate Wang Shiyun’s background immediately," she commanded.

After a pause, she added, "Focus on digging up anything scandalous. And mobilize the Dark Rose intelligence network—S-rank priority."

"Understood, Madam Su," Jiang Qing acknowledged.

Even through the phone, she could imagine how dark Su Hua’s expression must be.

Wang Shiyun was finished.

And Young Master Lin? Heh. His kidneys were about to be finished too.

After hanging up, Jiang Qing wasted no time—Su Hua’s urgency was palpable. She immediately contacted the head of the Dark Rose intelligence division.

"Emergency mission! Emergency mission!"

Red warning lights flashed in the office.

It had been ages since they’d issued an alert of this level!

The head swiftly checked his screen.

Bright red text glared back at him:

[Investigate Wang Shiyun from Yundu City Nursing Vocational School. Priority: uncovering compromising material—e.g., romantic entanglements with multiple men.]

The head responded instantly: [Received!]

He had expected some high-profile target.

Instead, the dossier revealed… an utterly ordinary vocational student.

The head stared at the file, dumbfounded.

This qualified as an S-rank investigation?!

Since Purple River Villa was under Su Corporation’s holdings, Su Hua contacted the manager and demanded the surveillance footage.

As she watched, a low chuckle escaped her lips.

"Oh? So her dancing is that captivating?"

The pilot remained focused on flying.

Su Hua suddenly narrowed her eyes. "Do men enjoy watching women dance?"

"Uh…?" The pilot was baffled.

Where was this coming from?

"Answer honestly!" Su Hua snapped.

The pilot had no choice. "Well, I can’t speak for others, but I do like it. Especially when they wear… less."

Su Hua frowned.

Should she take up dancing?

She had spent years forcing Lin Xuan to stay by her side.

Now she realized—keeping a man devoted required more than coercion. It needed tender tactics, ways to ensnare his heart and soul.

Dancing in revealing clothes, perhaps?

A slow, crimson smile curved Su Hua’s lips.

Now that was an idea.

Luo Yuan had wanted to enjoy the show, not get drunk. After another small sip, he swayed.

"Wang Dahe, let’s keep—"

Before he could finish, his head thudded onto the table.

Wang Dahe, thoroughly wasted, grabbed Luo Yuan’s collar. "No sleeping! More drinks!"

"Ugh, lightweight."

He turned to Lin Xuan next. "Xuan, your turn! Drink up!"

"Fine, fine," Lin Xuan sighed, obliging.

Two cups later, he too collapsed.

"Brother Dahe," Wang Shiyun piped up eagerly. "Lin Xuan’s drunk. Let me help him to a room."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead," Wang Dahe slurred.

Even sober, he wasn’t the sharpest. Drunk, he was practically oblivious.

Wang Shiyun smiled, about to reach for Lin Xuan—

When Cheng Yi and Cheng Er materialized.

"Miss Wang, we’re the young master’s bodyguards. We’ll handle this."

No way were they letting this woman lay a finger on their boss.