Not Enough Yet

Su Hua's eyes sparkled with amusement as her soft arms once again wrapped around Lin Xuan's neck.

The woman chuckled softly, then leaned in close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his skin like orchid-scented air.

"Ah-Xuan, did you really think a single kiss would be enough to appease me?" Su Hua's crimson lips grazed his earlobe teasingly. "This isn't nearly enough."

"You'll have to do much better, hm?"

Lin Xuan could only lower his head and capture her lips again.

Su Hua closed her eyes, surrendering completely to his kiss.

From the study to the sofa, and finally to the bed—their clothes scattered across the floor, stirring waves of passion in the room.

The next morning, Lin Xuan woke up exhausted, the space beside him already empty.

He let out a heavy sigh.

No wonder Hua Bao was called the "Chosen One" by the Heavenly Dao—her stamina was truly formidable. Even with the help of his spatial abilities, he could barely keep up.

Seated at the dining table, Lin Xuan had just finished breakfast when Butler Wang approached with a knowing smile, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Young Master Lin, your Ten Treasures Tonic is ready," Butler Wang said cheerfully. "This will help you recover faster."

And better endure the young mistress's demands, he added silently.

"Thank you, Butler Wang," Lin Xuan replied smoothly, taking the bowl without hesitation.

"No trouble at all, it's my duty," Butler Wang beamed.

The closer Young Master Lin and the young mistress grew, the sooner he could hope for a little heir to dote on.

Lin Xuan tilted his head back and downed the tonic in one go.

Sighing, he stared at the empty bowl.

The first time Butler Wang had brought him this concoction, he'd been utterly repulsed.

But reality had worn him down.

"Butler Wang, if I may ask," the old man rubbed his hands together, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, "has that Miss Feng Yaya contacted you?"

"No," Lin Xuan shook his head. "I haven't seen her since Lin Li's wedding."

Butler Wang frowned.

She hadn't sought out Young Master Lin?

Could it be that her interest was merely fleeting, with no intention of pursuing him?

"Butler Wang," Lin Xuan eyed him suspiciously, "why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason, just making conversation," Butler Wang chuckled, scratching his nose.

He couldn't very well admit he'd been hoping for some drama.

If Feng Yaya had pursued Young Master Lin and Su Hua found out, the young mistress would surely fly into a jealous rage—and then Lin Xuan would be in for a world of trouble.

But it seemed Feng Yaya had no such intentions. What a pity—no entertainment to look forward to.

"Is that so?" Lin Xuan gave him a skeptical glance before retreating to his room.

Lying down, he closed his eyes and let his consciousness slip into his spatial realm.

He needed to continue researching a cure for Su Hua's condition.

Her illness was exceptionally rare—not a single similar case existed in the otherworldly records. He had no choice but to painstakingly explore every possibility.

Hua Bao's sickness was rooted in her heart.

He believed the treatment required addressing both her physical and psychological wounds.

Physically, he was confident he'd eventually find a solution. But mentally—her deepest scars were buried too deeply.

Only during his encounter with Zhao Long, leader of the Shadow Organization, had he glimpsed fragments of the truth.

And then there were his own missing three months of memories—those might also hold clues to her condition.

If he wanted to fully understand Su Hua's past, he would have to face Zhao Long again.

Flipping through medical texts, Lin Xuan frowned.

He needed a foolproof plan—one that would let him extract the truth without putting himself in danger.

Between his research and occasional visits to the company, time passed swiftly.

Meanwhile, Lin Li, severely injured by Feng Yaya's retaliation, had spent over a week hospitalized before finally being discharged.

Terrified that Lin Chang might bring Lin Xuan back as heir, he threw himself into work immediately, determined to climb into Starlight Group's core leadership and siphon its assets into his own name.

The employees of Starlight Group were all aware of Lin Li's... unfortunate condition.

Just as the gossip had begun to die down after his absence, his return reignited the whispers.

Of course, no one dared speak of it openly—only in hushed tones behind his back.

"Did you see Lin Li today? His face was still covered in bruises—looks like he got beaten half to death."

"Serves him right for cheating and tricking that poor girl into marriage. Even after becoming a eunuch, he still had the gall to chase her."

"My bet is the Feng family did this to him. Karma's a bitch."

"Truly, you can know a person's face but not their heart. Someone who appears so refined and gentle on the surface turns out to be so despicable behind the scenes."

"Lin Li's true nature has been completely exposed. I doubt any family's daughter would fall for his tricks now."

"Honestly, Lin Xuan is the better one—whether it's ability, character, or looks, Lin Li can't compare to him in any way. I wonder if the chairman regrets driving Lin Xuan out of the Lin family and keeping Lin Li instead."

They were discussing the matter heatedly, completely unaware that Lin Li had already walked up behind them and overheard every word.

Lin Li's expression darkened to the extreme.

Who gave these lowly people the audacity to gossip about him?

He wished he could fire every single one of them on the spot!

But he couldn’t—not yet. He still needed to win people over. For now, he had to hold back.

Lin Li’s gaze swept over the faces of each employee who had been talking.

Once he became the chairman of Starlight Group, the first thing he’d do after taking power was get rid of them.

One of the employees noticed Lin Li’s approach.

His body stiffened, and he blurted out loudly, "Good day, President Lin!"

The chatter came to an abrupt halt.

The employees who had been so engrossed in their discussion turned stiffly and, sure enough, saw Lin Li standing there.

Damn it!

They had just been badmouthing him, and now he appeared out of nowhere. Had he heard everything?

Trembling, the employees stood off to the side, heads bowed.

Lin Li took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his heart, and forced a warm, approachable smile. "No need to be nervous. I did make a mistake—a moment of poor judgment. It’s only natural for you to discuss it."

"But right now is work time. Everyone should be focusing on their tasks, not standing around gossiping."

"Yes, President Lin. We’ll get back to work right away."

The employees didn’t dare linger and quickly scattered.

Lin Li’s expression turned stormy again.

Just wait—every last one of them would pay for this.