Invite the Dance Teacher

In the bedroom of Night Garden.

Su Hua lay lazily across Lin Xuan’s lap.

Dark circles hung heavily under Lin Xuan’s eyes—he had underestimated his Hua Bao. He thought they’d spend at most a day tangled up in bed, but they had ended up staying for two full days.

The little woman had unleashed every trick in the book, and he had been utterly defenseless against her.

Lin Xuan glanced at the message on his phone, stroking his chin with a low whistle. "Over 30,000 per square meter? Lin Chang is really going to bleed dry this time."

"Too bad, though. Once that high-tech industrial park is built, property prices will skyrocket, and it’ll be another massive windfall."

In his past life, Lin Chang had made a fortune off those very properties.

Su Hua chuckled softly. "Did A-Xuan know that Su Corporation is the one funding this high-tech industrial park?"

"What?" Lin Xuan froze.

Su Corporation?!

"A-Xuan has worked so hard these past two days," Su Hua purred, her lips curving. "How about I reward you by relocating the industrial park?"

"Hua Bao, your company already acquired that land. Changing locations last minute would mean huge losses for you," Lin Xuan frowned.

"We can leave the land idle for now. Once A-Xuan crushes Starlight Group, I can always repurpose it for something else."

Su Hua’s smile deepened. "If it makes A-Xuan happy, it’s my honor."

Lin Xuan’s heart pounded wildly.

Was this his Hua Bao’s way of sweet-talking? How could she be so effortlessly seductive?

Su Hua picked up her phone and called Jiang Qing. "Arrange for the high-tech industrial park to be moved from the east to the west side of the city."

"Eh?" Jiang Qing was stunned. "A project this big—how can we just change locations like that?"

Su Hua’s red lips parted. "To please A-Xuan."

Jiang Qing suddenly recalled the recent land acquisitions in the east by Lin Chang.

The CEO was truly willing to spend a fortune just to put a smile on Young Master Lin’s face.

Jiang Qing immediately relayed the orders.

She also knew—Su Hua was delivering a brutal slap to Starlight Group’s face.

And of course, word had to spread.

The moment the news broke, Starlight Group’s stock prices plummeted.

"Chairman! Something terrible has happened!"

A manager rushed into the office in a panic.

Perhaps due to the recent demolition chaos, Lin Chang’s heart reflexively lurched at the sound.

"What is it? Speak!" he snapped.

"Chairman, the high-tech industrial park—it, it, it—" The severity of the situation left the manager stammering.

"What about the high-tech industrial park?!" Lin Chang demanded urgently.

"It’s been relocated."

The moment the words left his mouth, the manager quickly lowered his head.

"Relocated?"

To Lin Chang, it was a bolt from the blue.

His eyes widened. "Where to?"

"The west side," the manager stammered.

Lin Chang collapsed into his chair, his face ashen.

Then, as if struck by a thought, he grabbed the manager’s collar, his voice frantic. "This has to be fake news, right?!"

The manager shook his head. "Chairman, Su Corporation is the one building the industrial park. They just announced it officially on their website. It’s real."

Lin Chang’s face turned deathly pale.

If this relocation went through, Starlight Group stood to lose billions!

Already reeling from the flop of "Celestial Romance," which had cost them hundreds of millions, now the high-tech park was being moved…

"Su Corporation already bought that land—they wouldn’t just leave it unused, would they?" Lin Chang’s voice trembled with desperation. "Are they planning another project there?"

If there was another project—like a massive amusement park—then Su Corporation wouldn’t suffer.

But the manager’s expression was grim. "Reporters already asked. Su Corporation’s official response was that the land won’t be developed for at least a year."

Boom.

Those words shattered Lin Chang’s last sliver of hope.

He staggered back.

"Why would they suddenly change locations?" he muttered to himself.

The timing was too perfect—right after paying out massive compensation to the displaced residents, the relocation news broke.

Was Su Corporation targeting them? Was this deliberate?

The thought flickered, but Lin Chang shook his head.

No, impossible.

He had only met Su Hua once—how could he have possibly offended her?

And if he had, Su Corporation wouldn’t bother with something as convoluted as relocating the industrial park. They’d just crush Starlight Group outright.

Changing the park’s location was a costly move for Su Corporation too.

Someone as profit-driven as Su Hua wouldn’t resort to such a self-destructive strategy just to hurt Starlight Group.

So this had to be a coincidence.

Lin Chang slumped into his chair, defeated.

The company would take a massive hit from this. But at least there was still the game.

Once that game launched, it would undoubtedly become a national sensation.

The profits would more than make up for their losses.

Thinking of the game, Lin Chang smirked coldly.

Lin Xuan probably still has no idea that the game "King of Pesticide" has been stolen by their company.

On the third day, Su Hua finally stopped clinging to Lin Xuan.

With nothing else to do, Lin Xuan went to find Wang Ba.

When Jiang Qing came to pick up Su Hua for work, she noticed the marks on Su Hua’s neck.

Jiang Qing cautiously reminded her, "President Su, should you cover up the marks on your neck?"

Su Hua’s fingers lightly brushed her neck, her red lips curling into a smile. "No need."

Seeing the sweet expression on Su Hua’s face, Jiang Qing smacked her own forehead.

She was being stupid again.

President Su was always meticulous—how could she not have noticed such obvious marks?

If she hadn’t bothered to cover them up, there was only one explanation.

She was doing it on purpose.

Flaunting her relationship with Young Master Lin.

As Su Hua walked into Su Corporation, employees immediately noticed the marks on her neck, exchanging knowing smiles.

"Damn, did you see the marks on President Su’s neck? There are so many—she and Young Master Lin must’ve gone at it pretty hard."

"Come to think of it, President Su didn’t come to work yesterday or the day before. Could she have been with Young Master Lin the whole time…?"

"You’re overthinking it," another employee quickly retorted. "No human can keep that up for two whole days. Besides, President Su isn’t the type to be that… insatiable."

A young female employee in her twenties muttered under her breath, "You never know. In novels, the cold, aloof CEOs are always like that—composed in public but wild in bed once they meet the right person."

"You read too many novels," her coworker rolled her eyes.

The girl fell silent.

To her, President Su was exactly like those domineering CEOs from romance novels.

Many employees watched Su Hua’s retreating figure with starry eyes.

"Honestly, President Su treats Young Master Lin with such rare favor. I wish I could find a girlfriend like that."

"Keep dreaming. Do you have Young Master Lin’s handsome looks or his skills?"

Lin Xuan’s performance at Starlight Group and the computer competition had been nothing short of extraordinary.

At first, the employees at Su Corporation had assumed he was just a pretty-faced freeloader.

But now, they realized—he had every reason to be loved by Su Hua.

Once in her office, Su Hua began tackling the backlog of work.

"President Su."

Jiang Qing entered, handing her a stack of documents. "These require your signature."

Su Hua swiftly signed them.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to leave with the signed files—

"Wait." Su Hua suddenly called her back.

"President Su, is there anything else you need?" Jiang Qing asked respectfully.

Su Hua: "Hire a classical dance instructor."

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