"Yes, Mistress."
The bodyguard immediately tied Wang Shiyun to a pillar.
Su Hua stared at Wang Shiyun, her eyes burning with fury.
When she had heard that Lin Xuan was seducing another woman, she couldn’t help but want to lock him away in a dark room.
She couldn’t bear to hurt her beloved Lin Xuan, so she suppressed the rage festering inside her.
Now, Wang Shiyun—the woman Lin Xuan had seduced—naturally became her punching bag.
Thud!
Su Hua’s fist slammed into Wang Shiyun’s face.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Wang Shiyun’s screams tore through the air.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Blow after blow rained down on her body.
As Su Hua watched, scenes from the past flashed through her mind—Lin Xuan pursuing Qin Ruoyao, his gentle smiles, his devotion.
The fury in her eyes deepened, a crimson hue staining her gaze.
Lin Xuan was her light.
And these women—they dared to try and steal him from the darkness of her world.
Hah.
As if she would ever allow that.
Murderous intent coiled in Su Hua’s heart.
If she killed them, they would never have the chance to take Lin Xuan from her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her fists kept striking, relentless. At first, Wang Shiyun’s screams were loud, desperate.
But slowly, they grew weaker, fainter.
Her body was a mess of blood and bruises.
Her arms hung limp, lifeless.
Yet the bloodlust in Su Hua showed no sign of fading.
"Damn it! The Mistress isn’t in a good state," one bodyguard muttered, sharp-eyed. "She might be on the verge of another episode."
With Lin Xuan absent, Su Hua couldn’t afford to lose control now.
Another bodyguard spoke up, "I’ll contact Secretary Jiang—see if she has a solution."
He quickly pulled out his phone and called Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing pondered the situation.
Then, an idea struck.
"Here’s what you do…" She relayed a method to calm Su Hua down.
"Got it," the bodyguard nodded.
"But most importantly," Jiang Qing added, "if my method doesn’t work, bring Lin Xuan over immediately."
"Understood."
The bodyguard hung up, frowning.
Would this really work?
Well, desperate times called for desperate measures.
They had to try.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sickening sound of fists striking flesh continued.
Hesitant, the bodyguard approached. "Mistress…"
Su Hua paused, her bloodthirsty gaze snapping to him.
He swallowed hard. "Mistress, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you return? If Lin Xuan can’t find you, he might worry."
Su Hua’s eyes flickered. The bloodlust in them slowly receded.
Lin Xuan would worry…
Right.
She had come to deal with Wang Shiyun without telling him. He was waiting for her.
Su Hua peeled off her white gloves.
"Break one of her arms, dump her on the street, and leak her scandalous information online," she ordered coldly. "I want her ruined."
If Wang Shiyun dared to seduce her Lin Xuan, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
When Su Hua returned to Purple River Manor, she didn’t go to Lin Xuan immediately. Instead, she locked herself in a room.
Her mind was a storm of betrayal and bloodlust, yet flashes of Lin Xuan’s gentle, handsome face kept surfacing.
She sank onto the sofa, closing her eyes.
Only thoughts of Lin Xuan could barely suppress the fury inside her. She knew she was slipping again—she couldn’t go to him.
She feared losing control, feared hurting him.
One hour passed. Then two. Then three.
Su Hua still hadn’t emerged.
"It seems the Mistress’s condition is worsening," a bodyguard muttered. "We should fetch Lin Xuan."
Only he could pull her back from the brink.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sharp rapping jolted Lin Xuan awake.
Frowning, he glanced at the clock. Who was knocking in the middle of the night?
He reached out instinctively to cover Su Hua’s ears—only to freeze.
Where is she?
Lin Xuan scanned the room, then hastily threw on his sleepwear and yanked the door open.
Su Hua’s bodyguard stood there, tense.
"Where’s Su Hua?" Lin Xuan demanded.
"Young Master Lin," the bodyguard said urgently, "the Mistress—she might be having another episode. You’re the only one who can help her, so I—"
Before he could finish, Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. "Where is she?"
"The Mistress locked herself in a room. Please, come quickly."
By now, Su Hua had finally suppressed the storm inside her.
Just as she opened the door, she heard footsteps approaching—Lin Xuan’s voice, questioning the bodyguard about her condition.
"An episode, huh?" she murmured.
Memories of her past breakdowns surfaced—little bed slave…
A spark of excitement flickered in her eyes.
Maybe it’s time to try it out.
She returned to the bed and sat down.
"Young Master Lin, the Mistress is in this room," the bodyguard said respectfully.
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