"I see." The Senior Executive suddenly understood.
Since it was about accompanying Young Master Lin, everything made sense now.
"Secretary Jiang," the Senior Executive added, "if Boss Su comes to the company, give me a call. There's an important document here that requires her attention."
"Understood."
Jiang Qing nodded, though she couldn't help but think to herself.
When Boss Su was with Young Master Lin, she would stay with him for as long as possible. It was unlikely she’d come to the company anytime soon.
I wonder how Young Master Lin is doing now?
The consequences of Boss Su’s jealousy are severe.
Xuanhua Villa.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Lin Xuan, now reduced to a dried-up version of himself, lay on the bed with a lifeless expression.
Three days and three nights!
Hua Bao was too much—especially when she was jealous. He could barely keep up.
"Ah..." Lin Xuan let out a long sigh.
He still couldn’t understand why Hua Bao was so insatiable.
At least not many people knew how often he failed to resist her. Otherwise, where would his dignity as a man go?
The water stopped, and Su Hua stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping wet.
Sitting on the bed, she curled her lips and said, "A-Xuan, my hands are sore."
Lin Xuan’s mind flashed back to earlier.
Today, Hua Bao had suddenly gotten her period. He thought she’d let him off the hook, but no—she still teased him relentlessly, then used her hands to...
Lin Xuan cleared his throat. "Alright."
He picked up the hairdryer and began drying her hair.
Her soft strands slipped through his fingers. Every part of Hua Bao’s body was flawless, without a single imperfection.
And she was wealthy too.
Back then, he had been ugly, cowardly, and practically worthless.
Even now, he still didn’t understand why Hua Bao had fallen for him.
Once her hair was dry, Su Hua nestled against Lin Xuan’s chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.
She closed her eyes, clinging to him with absolute dependence.
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan couldn’t help but ask, "I want to know… how did you fall for me?"
Su Hua’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.
How did she fall for him?
It was back on that island. She had tried to kill him, yet he still took care of her when she fell ill. When wild beasts appeared, he didn’t abandon her.
He was the light in her life.
Even when he told her outright that everything he did was a lie—that he only acted to survive, that he despised her—she still clung to him as her salvation.
She would do anything to keep him by her side.
But she couldn’t tell him any of this.
"Because," Su Hua lifted her head, her slender fingers tracing the bridge of Lin Xuan’s nose, "A-Xuan helped me once. I fell in love at first sight."
"Hua Bao, are you talking about that time you dropped your bag?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
"Mhm." She nodded.
Lin Xuan looked even more confused. "But back then, I was dressed so poorly. How could you fall for me at first sight?"
Love at first sight—or rather, attraction at first sight—usually happened with good-looking people. Back then, he was far from handsome, and Hua Bao’s standards were high.
He had a feeling she was hiding something.
Lin Xuan suddenly remembered what Zhao Long had said. A suspicion rose in his heart—could he have met Hua Bao during that missing month of his memories?
"Maybe it was fate."
Su Hua pressed her body against his, her lips parting slightly. "From the moment I saw A-Xuan, I couldn’t help but want to lock you away, to make you mine alone."
"Especially three days ago, when I found out you seduced Feng Yaya just by showing your face… I wanted to imprison you even more."
Lin Xuan: "..."
He thought that matter was over.
Yet Hua Bao brought it up again!
Su Hua’s fingers trailed from Lin Xuan’s brows down to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one.
Lin Xuan tensed. Was Hua Bao planning to devour him again?
He was already drained—there was nothing left to give!
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan pressed his lips together, "Overindulgence isn’t good. For our health, we should… take a break."
Su Hua chuckled softly.
"What are you thinking, A-Xuan? I just thought you’d sleep more comfortably with your shirt unbuttoned. But if you want it, I can certainly oblige."
"N-no, I don’t!" Lin Xuan stammered.
Su Hua’s eyes curved with amusement.
She wanted to exhaust him completely—so he wouldn’t have the energy to think of other women.
She’d learned this from books.
"Then, A-Xuan, let’s sleep."
She wrapped her arms around his waist and drifted off beside him.
Lin Xuan exhaled in relief and closed his eyes.
Once his breathing steadied, Su Hua opened her eyes again.
Her delicate fingers traced the contours of his face, over and over.
A-Xuan.
A possessive, almost deranged light flickered in her beautiful eyes.
Even if you remember the past, I won’t let you go.
You’re mine.
Forever.
If you regain your memories and try to leave me… I’ll lock you away forever.
Even if you try to die, I won’t set you free…
The next morning, Su Hua left for the company.
Lin Xuan, sporting dark circles, slumped into the car.
The driver glanced at his haggard, energy-drained appearance and couldn’t help but ask, "Young Master Lin… are you alright?"
"What do you think?" Lin Xuan gave him a deadpan look.
The driver coughed.
He didn’t look well at all.
"Where to, Young Master Lin? Back to Night Garden, the company, or school?"
"School."
After three days of this, he just wanted to sleep.
Going to the office?
Lei Hui would pester him with endless paperwork.
Returning to Night Garden?
What if Hua Bao came back unexpectedly?
School was the safest option—no disturbances, and Hua Bao wouldn’t come looking for him there.
"Understood." The driver nodded.
Lin Xuan suddenly asked, "You’re one of Night Garden’s shadow guards, right?"
"Yes."
He was among the most skilled fighters in the guard unit.
Yet he’d been assigned as Lin Xuan’s personal chauffeur—tasked with driving and protecting him.
At first, he’d resented it. A top-tier shadow guard reduced to babysitting some ordinary guy?
Now? He thought it was the best assignment ever.
To ensure he could protect Young Master Lin better, Boss Su had granted him extra training resources.
And Lin Xuan himself was surprisingly skilled—he’d even learned new techniques from him.
The other shadow guards? They were jealous.
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