The three servants nodded without hesitation, "Second Miss, I'll try it."
"This ointment, just apply it to your face once in the morning and once at night," Jiang Yutong said.
"Yes, Second Miss."
The three servants each took the ointment.
One of the maids couldn't help but ask, "Second Miss, what perfume are you wearing? It smells wonderful, and it's so soothing."
"This is also one of our company's new products," Jiang Yutong replied with a smile.
The two maids secretly made up their minds to buy the perfume once Jiangtong Company launched it.
The male servant also thought about getting a bottle for his girlfriend.
After the three servants left, Jiang Yutong called her secretary. "Prepare a contract for me."
"What kind of contract?" the secretary asked curiously.
Jiang Yutong: "A contract transferring 40% of the company's shares."
"Understood," the secretary replied.
After hanging up, the secretary sighed repeatedly.
Transferring 40% of the shares—it seemed Jiang Yutong was really giving up on the company.
Well, it made sense.
Jiang Corporation was a massive enterprise. Returning to Jiang Corporation would surely be better than staying with this small, constantly suppressed company.
As the secretary was lost in thought, Jiang Yutong called again.
"Oh, I forgot to mention one thing. Include a clause in the contract stating that the other party will supply our company with cosmetics."
The secretary's face lit up with joy.
Wonderful! So Jiang Yutong wasn’t abandoning the company after all.
"President Jiang, may I ask who the person investing in our company with their technology is?" the secretary inquired.
Jiang Yutong: "Lin Xuan, the CEO of Skyveil Group."
The secretary: "!!!"
It was actually this rising business genius!
Lin Xuan, the CEO of Skyveil Group, had an impeccable eye for investments. Every project he backed—except for a still-mysterious unreleased game—had flourished.
If Lin Xuan wanted to invest in Jiangtong Company, did that mean he had a way to turn it around?
But... Skyveil Group had previously only ventured into internet or entertainment industries.
The cosmetics industry—wasn’t that a huge leap?
Would this really work?
Or could Lin Xuan create yet another business miracle?
With hope rekindled, the secretary immediately set aside her current tasks and began drafting the contract.
When Lin Xuan returned to Night Garden, Su Hua was already home.
Dressed in a snow-white qipao embroidered with winter plum blossoms, the woman sat elegantly on the sofa, her legs crossed, the slit of her dress revealing her porcelain skin.
She held a book in her hands—its cover disguised as a business magazine.
The butler standing behind her shook his head.
The book might look like a business magazine, but its contents were all about seducing men. The disguise was merely Su Hua’s way of hiding it from Lin Xuan.
Miss Su truly went to great lengths for Young Master Lin.
"Master Lin," the servants greeted respectfully as Lin Xuan entered the villa.
Hearing the commotion, Su Hua nonchalantly closed the magazine and handed it to a maid.
"Put this away for me."
"Yes, Miss," the maid replied before leaving with the book.
"Ah Xuan, you're back," Su Hua said with a faint smile.
Lin Xuan sat beside her on the sofa. "Hua Bao, didn’t you say you had a lot of work today and needed to work late? Why are you back so early?"
As he spoke, his confidence wavered slightly.
When Su Hua left in the morning, he had promised to wait for her at home.
He had planned it perfectly—even after playing basketball and meeting Jiang Yutong, he would still have half an hour to spare before Su Hua returned.
But he hadn’t expected Jiang Yutong to get into trouble, forcing him to visit the police station and delaying his return.
"Where did Ah Xuan go today?" Su Hua rested her cheek against Lin Xuan’s chest, idly playing with his hand.
Lin Xuan speared a piece of fruit with a fork and brought it to Su Hua’s lips. She took a delicate bite.
"I played basketball at Qinghua University, then went to save someone."
"Man or woman?" Su Hua raised an eyebrow.
Lin Xuan stiffened.
Damn!
How could he forget that Su Hua was a jealous soul?
If she found out he was collaborating with a woman—Jiang Yutong, no less, the second daughter of the Jiang family—his kidneys might not survive the night.
He smacked his forehead.
He should have picked a male-led company to work with.
"W-woman," Lin Xuan answered weakly.
"Oh?" Su Hua paused her playful fingers. "And who might this woman be, to catch Ah Xuan’s eye?"
Ah Xuan was getting involved with another woman.
She had more than enough money—she desperately wanted him to shut down his company and stop investing altogether. That way, he’d interact with fewer women, and fewer women would set their sights on him.
But if she did that, Ah Xuan would be unhappy. He might even revert to his old, distant self.
Lin Xuan didn’t dare hide the truth. "It’s the Jiang family’s second daughter, Jiang Yutong. She owns a cosmetics company. I’m planning to supply her company with products in exchange for 40% of the shares."
Jiang Yutong, the second daughter of the Jiang family?
A cold glint flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
Lin Xuan added, "Oh, when I went to discuss the partnership today, I found out she had been drugged by an admirer and taken to a hotel. I ended up rescuing her."
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ah Xuan played the hero, then. I wonder if she was so moved by your gallantry that she offered herself to you—or fell for you."
Lin Xuan sensed the danger in her tone and shook his head vehemently. "No, no, Hua Bao, nothing like that happened."
He wasn’t lying. From Jiang Yutong’s gaze and tone, he could tell she had no romantic interest in him.
But for some reason, the way she looked at him gave him the impression that she was after something—just not his heart.
"Is that so?" Su Hua’s voice was calm.
It was impossible to tell whether she believed him or not.
"Let’s have dinner," Su Hua said.
"Hua Bao, you haven’t eaten yet?" Lin Xuan was stunned.
"No," Su Hua replied. "I was waiting for Ah Xuan to come home so we could eat together."
"And I want Ah Xuan to feed me."
Lin Xuan touched his stomach.
Crap!
After playing basketball and beating up Wang Fu, he’d been starving. While discussing the partnership with Jiang Yutong at the restaurant, he’d eaten quite a bit.
But if he skipped dinner now, Su Hua would surely find out he’d eaten with Jiang Yutong—and her jealousy would flare up even more.
Lin Xuan steeled himself. "Alright, let’s eat."
Throughout the meal, Su Hua allowed Lin Xuan to feed her bite by bite.
After dinner, while Lin Xuan was showering, Su Hua picked up her phone and called Jiang Qing.
"President Su," Jiang Qing’s respectful voice came through the line.
Su Hua: "Go and look into Jiang Yutong for me."

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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"