It's Simply Torture

Lin Xuan put down his phone.

Su Hua walked in holding a document.

"Hua Bao, what's this?" Lin Xuan asked curiously.

"It's evidence that Lin Chang of Starlight Group has been seizing land illegally for their real estate development. Jiang Qing just delivered it," Su Hua replied.

Lin Xuan was stunned.

He had just sent Wang Ba to investigate this, and now Hua Bao had brought the evidence right to him. Could this be called a case of great minds thinking alike?

As Lin Xuan flipped through the documents, he realized that exposing this online would make Lin Chang pay dearly.

He sat down at his computer, ready to spread the information.

Meanwhile, a certain little temptress settled into his lap, her mischievous hands wandering over him.

With such warmth and softness in his arms, and Lin Xuan being far from a saint, his attention was quickly stolen by Su Hua.

"A-Xuan, weren’t you using the computer? Why did you stop? Hmm?" Su Hua whispered by his ear, her voice dripping with allure.

Lin Xuan gave her a knowing look.

Wasn’t Hua Bao just playing dumb?

"If A-Xuan isn’t busy now, then maybe we could—"

Before she could finish, Lin Xuan hastily cut in, "No, I’m busy!"

It was still afternoon. If he let Hua Bao lure him to bed now… he didn’t want to end up as "Lin Dry."

Suppressing the teasing from the little vixen in his arms, Lin Xuan forced himself to start typing.

But his mind had already wandered far away.

What usually took him ten minutes dragged on for over an hour this time.

Su Hua watched as Lin Xuan scrolled through the information about the Lin family, her crimson lips curling into a faint smile.

How wonderful.

A-Xuan was targeting the Lin family again.

Each piece of evidence only reinforced the fact that reconciliation between him and the Lin family was impossible.

From now on, she could have A-Xuan all to herself.

After closing the trending page, Lin Xuan let out a sigh. "Finally done."

Since his rebirth, this was the first time he’d struggled so much to complete a task.

It was pure torture!

Su Hua perched on the edge of the desk, dressed in a silky white nightgown that barely reached her thighs.

Her slender waist bent forward as she looped her arms around Lin Xuan’s neck, her red lips parting slightly.

"A-Xuan, now that you’re done, shouldn’t we attend to our own matters? It’s been days since we’ve been intimate."

Lin Xuan, already worked up from her earlier teasing, was soon led astray by the little seductress—straight to the bed.

Meanwhile, at Su Corporation, Jiang Qing was swamped with work.

An assistant asked in confusion, "Secretary Jiang, where’s President Su?"

Jiang Qing shot a weary glance. "The president got lured away by a man."

Su Hua had gone to Shangqing University for an inspection—though everyone knew her real purpose was always to see Young Master Lin. The university president, well aware of this, had informed her that Lin Xuan’s class had the day off.

Without hesitation, Su Hua had dropped everything and returned to Night Garden.

The assistant chuckled. "Young Master Lin really is something. Work used to be President Su’s entire life—she was obsessed. But ever since he came along, work took a backseat."

"No," Jiang Qing corrected. "Young Master Lin has always been her priority, even before work."

From the beginning, Su Hua had worked herself to the bone to take control of Su Corporation—all so she wouldn’t have to worry about Lin Xuan being harmed because of her.

Everything she did was for the sake of being with him openly.

"Ah, President Su and Young Master Lin are so wrapped up in each other," Jiang Qing sighed. "Meanwhile, we wage slaves still have to deal with this mountain of work."

At least Su Hua compensated well—with bonuses, her annual salary reached tens of millions. If not for that, who could endure this job?

Back in the bedroom, Lin Xuan and Su Hua had shifted their battlefield from the study.

Their affection for each other was palpable.

Meanwhile, news about Starlight Group’s scandal had exploded online.

Exploitative capitalists trampling on ordinary citizens was the perfect trigger for public outrage.

The moment it hit trending, netizens flooded the comments with furious condemnations:

[Pfft, 300 yuan per square meter? Do they even see common folks as human?]

[Not paying compensation AND arresting protesting farmers? Who do they think they are—emperors?]

[No wonder Lin Xuan cut ties with Starlight Group. These people are scum.]

Some citizens of Yundu City even gathered outside Starlight Group’s headquarters, pelting eggs and vegetables while chanting,

"Pay them back!"

"Pay them back!"

Their protests echoed loudly.

Inside Starlight Group’s office, a manager rushed into the chairman’s room in a panic.

"Chairman, we have a problem!"

The moment he entered, he saw the newly hired secretary sitting on Lin Chang’s lap.

The manager averted his gaze hastily.

Unfazed, the secretary calmly stood up and stepped aside.

Lin Chang was buttoning up his shirt, his brows furrowed with irritation. "Why didn’t you knock before coming in?"

"Chairman, something serious has happened," the manager panted, out of breath. "The news about us acquiring the land in the east of the city for only 300 yuan per square meter has been exposed."

"How is that possible?" Lin Chang’s eyes widened. "Didn’t we already suppress this matter? How did it get out?"

"We have no idea," the manager wiped sweat from his forehead. "It suddenly exploded across major platforms before we could stop it."

Lin Chang scrolled through the trending topics about Starlight Group, his face growing paler by the second.

The scandal had blown up too big—it would be hard to contain now.

There was only one solution left.

Compensation.

But parting with such a massive sum of money was unbearable for him.

Lin Chang tried reaching out to officials in the housing department, hoping to find a way out. Unsurprisingly, he was turned down.

Not only that.

He was also ordered to compensate the farmers within a week—at a rate of 32,000 yuan per square meter.

"What? That much?" Lin Chang’s voice rose in disbelief. "Isn’t the maximum supposed to be 11,000 per square meter?"

"That’s the amount," the housing department official said coldly. "If the money isn’t transferred to the displaced residents’ accounts within a week, your project will be permanently shut down."

Lin Chang’s expression darkened to the extreme.

If the project were halted, all their investments would go up in smoke.

So, it absolutely couldn’t stop.

But it wasn’t all bad—soon, a high-tech industrial park would be built there. Not only would they recoup their losses, but the company would also make a hefty profit.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Chang had no choice but to pay the farmers.