President Su, Young Master Lin Has Escaped

Su Hua's eyes flashed with visible pain upon hearing Jiang Qing's words.

She didn't want this.

She didn’t want to see Xuan with another woman after something happened to her.

But she had no choice—she had to take the risk.

She couldn’t let Xuan regain his memories!

If she didn’t act, Xuan might fall into grave danger.

"Proceed as planned," Su Hua said hoarsely.

"Yes."

Jiang Qing had no choice but to comply.

She sighed.

For now, they could only follow Young Master Lin’s plan.

She hoped he would come out unscathed—or more accurately, that his kidneys would remain unharmed.

Jiang Qing’s phone rang.

"President Su, I need to take this call. It’s from Night Garden," she said.

Su Hua gave a slight nod.

Jiang Qing stepped away to answer, though Su Hua could still hear her voice—just not the person on the other end.

"What? Young Master Lin is missing?" Jiang Qing exclaimed in shock.

Su Hua’s delicate brows furrowed tightly.

Xuan ran away?

No, impossible.

He had promised her he would never leave her side.

Jiang Qing hurried back, phone in hand, her face filled with urgency.

"President Su," she said anxiously, "Night Garden just called. Young Master Lin escaped again. He took his important documents, withdrew a large sum of cash, and transferred a significant amount to a Swiss bank account."

"Also, the people you assigned to protect him—he shook them off completely."

Every sign pointed to Lin Xuan’s deliberate escape.

Su Hua clenched her fists, her eyes darkening with a storm of fury.

Xuan… you dare run from me?

Suddenly remembering something, she pulled out her phone to check Lin Xuan’s location—only to find the tracking signal dead.

Her grip tightened around the phone, her gaze locked onto the vanished coordinates on the screen.

Fine.

Very well, Xuan.

"President Su," Jiang Qing ventured cautiously, "do you think it’s possible that Young Master Lin’s recent kindness—his perfect behavior—was all an act to lower your guard so he could escape?"

"His actions today don’t seem spur-of-the-moment. They feel premeditated."

Her words only fanned the flames.

The bodyguards and shadow guards listening nearby could only think one thing: We’re doomed.

President Su had been unusually lenient with them lately, rarely punishing them.

All of that was thanks to Young Master Lin. Now that he was gone…

They could only brace for the return of the cold, ruthless Su Hua from over a year ago.

At this moment, Su Hua radiated fury, her eyes shadowed with endless darkness.

Xuan…

If you’ve truly run away this time, there will be no second chances.

"Return to the country," Su Hua ordered icily.

"But President Su, what about the Mourning Faction?" Jiang Qing frowned.

"Keep monitoring them. We’ll deal with them later."

Everything she had done was for Xuan.

If he dared flee, then she would hunt him down and drag him back.

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Lin Xuan had just stepped off the plane when a sudden itch in his nose sent him into a sneezing fit.

He paused, checked his watch, and sighed.

Looks like the plan is in motion.

These sneezes were probably because of Hua Bao.

Ah…

He could only hope she’d go easy on him.

"I’ll arrange the flight for you immediately, President Su," Jiang Qing said quickly.

As expected, Young Master Lin’s methods still worked best.

Su Hua boarded the plane again.

Meanwhile, the leader of the Mourning Faction sat in his chair, eyes closed, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

Su Hua was late—by five minutes.

He frowned.

"Where is my Ling? Why hasn’t she arrived yet?"

A subordinate stepped forward. "I’ll investigate immediately."

Soon, he returned.

"Boss, she’s gone back to the country. She boarded a flight three minutes ago."

"What? Back to the country?" The man was stunned.

"Yes," the subordinate confirmed. "She made a sudden turn, seemingly in a great hurry. The reason is unclear."

With a furious sweep of his arm, the man sent everything on the table crashing to the floor.

His rage was unmistakable.

"My Ling… you refuse to return?"

A low, chilling laugh escaped him.

Very well.

Then he’d just have to stoke the flames higher.

"Ling… I’ve let you roam free for seven years. It’s time to come back."

Upon returning to Night Garden, Su Hua was met by Butler Wang, who was fully committed to his role.

He knelt before her, eyes red.

"Miss, Young Master Lin rushed back earlier, took his luggage, and left. He said he was going to meet you, so I didn’t stop him… but I never imagined he was actually running away."

Tears welled in his eyes. "It’s my fault. If I had held him back, he wouldn’t have escaped while you were away."

Su Hua said nothing.

She strode upstairs and examined Lin Xuan’s belongings.

Just as expected—he had taken everything important.

A cold laugh escaped her.

"So all the love and kindness you showed me this past year… was just to lull me into complacency so you could escape."

Her voice dripped with self-mockery.

Of course.

Someone like her should never have hoped for happiness.

"Xuan… you’ve been very naughty this time." Su Hua traced the ring on her finger, her eyes frosty.

If he insisted on misbehaving…

Then he would never leave Night Garden again.

No matter how much he screamed or fought, she would never let him go.

And if he dared try to take his own life?

Then they would descend into hell together.

Even in death, they would remain bound.

"Find him," Su Hua commanded, her voice dark and icy. "Bring him back to me."

Xuan…

You can’t escape.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan checked into a hotel, dragging his suitcase behind him.

Using a secondary phone number, he discreetly contacted Jiang Qing.

[Lin Xuan]: Secretary Jiang, it’s Lin Xuan.

[Jiang Qing]: Prove it.

Lin Xuan recounted the plan and even sent a selfie from Myanmar as proof before Jiang Qing finally believed him.

She couldn’t help but say: [Young Master Lin, why did you actually fly to Myanmar? If you’d just stayed at Night Garden and told President Su the truth, your kidneys wouldn’t have to suffer—]

Lin Xuan: "…"

Before he could finish reading, Jiang Qing hastily recalled the message.

She quickly edited it and resent:

[Young Master Lin, why did you actually fly to Myanmar? If you’d just stayed at Night Garden and told President Su the truth, you wouldn’t have to spend so much time in solitary confinement.]