President Su, Here's the Video

"What's wrong?" the girl asked, looking puzzled.

"I'm telling you, it's a good thing Lin Xuan didn't accept it. Otherwise, if CEO Su found out, you’d be in serious trouble," her friend warned.

"Is it really that serious?" The girl frowned, skeptical of her friend’s words.

"The last girl who handed Lin Xuan a bottle of water—guess what happened to her? She transferred schools. Don’t forget, Lin Xuan’s girlfriend, CEO Su, is a major shareholder at our university," the friend said.

"That bad?"

The girl’s mind flashed to Su Hua’s icy demeanor.

She had seen how gentle CEO Su was with Lin Xuan and almost forgotten that Su Hua was rumored to be a ruthless figure.

The girl patted her chest in relief, a wave of fear washing over her.

Thank goodness Lin Xuan hadn’t taken her water.

"Go, go!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

Only thirty seconds remained in the game.

Lin Xuan dribbled the ball, approached the hoop, leaped into the air, and effortlessly sank the ball into the basket.

"Ahhhh!"

"We won, we won! That was amazing!"

The Yundu University team collapsed onto the court, exhausted.

Wang Dahe swaggered over to them.

"How’s that goose egg taste?"

Wang Dahe sneered, "Zero points? Your team’s nothing special."

One of the Yundu University players couldn’t hold back. "Wang Dahe, stop gloating. If it weren’t for Lin Xuan, you think you could’ve beaten us?"

This Lin Xuan was ridiculously good—stealing, blocking, scoring.

This game, they hadn’t managed a single point, all thanks to him.

They’d even tried tripping Lin Xuan to force him out with an injury, but no matter what they did, he dodged every trick. Instead, they lost several of their own players.

"Tch, ‘if it weren’t for Lin Xuan’? What kind of excuse is that? Isn’t Lin Xuan part of our team?" Wang Dahe rolled his eyes.

Wait—

He’d almost forgotten something important.

Wang Dahe rushed to the stands and urgently asked, "Luo Yuan, did you get a video of Lin Xuan playing?"

"Yeah, I’ll send it to you." Luo Yuan forwarded the recording.

"Nice, nice." Wang Dahe nodded approvingly as he watched.

CEO Su would definitely be happy seeing this.

Without hesitation, he forwarded the video to Su Hua.

Su Hua had given Wang Dahe her number herself, telling him to contact her directly if anything involved Lin Xuan.

[Wang Dahe]: CEO Su, here’s a video of Xuan playing basketball. I had Luo Yuan record it.

Su Hua had been listening to a corporate report when Wang Dahe’s message came in. She raised a hand, cutting off the executive mid-sentence, and focused on the video of Lin Xuan.

She watched, mesmerized, a faint smile playing on her lips.

The executive glanced curiously at her phone and saw Lin Xuan execute a perfect jump and dunk.

"CEO Su, is that Young Master Lin? That was an incredible shot," he remarked.

"Mhm." Su Hua’s red lips curved. "A-Xuan has always been this amazing."

"Leave the proposal here for now. You’re dismissed."

"Yes, CEO Su."

The executive bowed and exited the office.

Su Hua kept replaying the video until it ended, then saved it.

"Jiang Qing, come in," she called.

Jiang Qing entered promptly. "CEO Su."

"Buy two cars, each worth a few million," Su Hua ordered.

"Are they for your own use, or as gifts?" Jiang Qing asked.

That the cars might be for Lin Xuan never crossed her mind. A few million was pocket change to Su Hua—far too cheap for Young Master Lin.

Su Hua: "For A-Xuan’s friends, Wang Dahe and Luo Yuan."

Jiang Qing: "!!!"

Holy crap!

Young Master Lin, are you taking applications for friends? Sign me up!

"Understood, CEO Su. I’ll handle it immediately."

Jiang Qing swiftly arranged the purchase—two Porsche models, seven million each.

By now, classes had ended. Wang Dahe and Luo Yuan weren’t on campus; they’d gone out to eat. They’d invited Lin Xuan, but he’d declined, citing prior plans.

Wang Dahe shook his head. "Bet he’s with CEO Su. Never thought Xuan would ditch his bros for his girl."

"Wang Dahe, you’re one to talk," Luo Yuan scoffed.

Wang Dahe puffed up. "What’s that supposed to mean? I’d never—"

"Dahe, have you forgotten about Wang Shiyun?" Luo Yuan cut in.

Wang Dahe’s expression twisted at the name.

Damn it.

How could he forget that two-faced witch Wang Shiyun?

If not for Lin Xuan exposing her true nature, he’d still be wrapped around her finger.

Luo Yuan slung an arm around Wang Dahe’s neck. "Seems to me there was a guy who ignored his friends’ warnings, kept defending Wang Shiyun, and kept ditching them to be with her?"

Wang Dahe had no comeback.

He’d done plenty of unreasonable things for Wang Shiyun.

"Luo Yuan, Wang Shiyun’s my dark past. From now on, bros come first," he vowed.

Luo Yuan raised a brow but said nothing.

Best not to make absolute promises—karma had a way of circling back.

And when it did, it hit hard.

After dinner, Wang Dahe and Luo Yuan left the eatery.

Parked outside were two brand-new Porsches—one black, one gray.

A crowd had gathered to admire them.

"Whose cars are these? The latest Porsche model, right? Seven million a pop."

"Yundu’s got no shortage of rich folks. Spending that much on a car… I wonder if I’ll ever earn seven million in my lifetime."

Wang Dahe whistled at the sight.

"Now that’s a damn fine car!"

He was a car enthusiast.

He’d watched countless reviews of this model, itching to own one.

But with no means to afford it, he could only dream.

Luo Yuan stared just as intently.

Eventually, he forced himself to look away.

"Dahe, let’s go."

These cars were out of their league.

The longer they stared, the more it hurt.

As they turned to leave, Jiang Qing spotted them and approached.

"Young Master Wang, Young Master Luo, hello."