Su Hua noticed the expression on Lin Xuan's face, and the amusement in her eyes deepened.
"What's on your mind, Ah Xuan? Hmm?" Su Hua arched her charming brows.
Lin Xuan cleared his throat lightly. "Nothing."
"Hua Bao, hurry up and eat. The food will get cold soon."
Su Hua and Lin Xuan shared another sweet and intimate lunch together.
Afterward, Su Hua clung to Lin Xuan, and the two of them lay side by side on the bed in the resting room.
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan began, opening his heart to her. "I’ve already decided—in this lifetime, it’s only you I’ll love, only you I’ll be with. So, Hua Bao, you don’t have to worry about me changing my mind."
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
That’s what Ah Xuan thinks now, but what if he regains his memories?
He’d probably want to stay as far away from her as possible.
The message she had received in her office today flashed through her mind, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around Lin Xuan’s clothes.
What exactly is Shang planning?
Seeing that Su Hua remained silent, Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
It seemed Hua Bao still couldn’t bring herself to fully trust his words.
But there was time. He would prove his devotion to her through his actions.
At Jiangtong Company, Jiang Yutong had handed over the formulas to her team for production.
These employees were fiercely loyal to her, and she had no concerns about them betraying her or leaking the formulas to outsiders.
"President Jiang," one of the staff couldn’t help but ask, "where did you get these four cosmetic products? The results are absolutely astonishing."
Jiang Yutong smirked. "Let’s just say I met a benefactor."
She couldn’t help but wonder—was giving Lin Xuan a 40% stake in the company too little?
Well, she could always find a reason to give him more later.
Ah.
Jiang Yutong sighed again.
If only she could coax Lin Xuan into becoming her younger brother—she’d shower him with endless gifts.
But alas, Lin Xuan showed no interest in being her little brother.
"Produce these cosmetics in large quantities. I have a feeling they’ll be a massive hit, so we need to be prepared," Jiang Yutong instructed.
"Understood," the subordinate nodded.
"But President Jiang, mass production will require significant funds. Our current company reserves might not be enough," her secretary reminded her cautiously.
Jiang Yutong pulled out a card. "This has all my savings, plus some my sister gave me. Use this for production."
The secretary: "..."
How could she forget? This was the second daughter of the Jiang Family—someone who never had to worry about money.
After arranging everything, Jiang Yutong returned to her office and sat down.
Lin Qingwan called her.
With a smirk, she asked, "So, President Jiang, have you made up your mind? Are you selling your company to me?"
"No," Jiang Yutong replied coldly.
"President Jiang, think carefully. My company, DR, has been steadily suppressing yours. If this continues, your company’s value will only keep dropping. You won’t get such a good price later."
"Dropping in value? Are you sure about that, Lin Qingwan?" Jiang Yutong scoffed.
"Hasn’t your company been like this for the past year?" Lin Qingwan said smugly.
Jiang Yutong sneered. "Only because your company used its reputation to steal our product formulas and manufacture identical products. Otherwise, would we be in this position?"
This time, Lin Xuan had specifically added something to these products—a feature that would create confusion.
If Lin Qingwan’s company dared to steal the formulas again, they’d only bring trouble upon themselves.
Lin Qingwan chuckled but didn’t respond.
In business, there was no room for morality—that’s what her father had taught her. As long as it benefited the company, stealing Jiangtong’s formulas was nothing.
"President Jiang, I suggest you focus on how to keep your company afloat instead."
With that, Lin Qingwan hung up.
Jiang Yutong ended the call as well.
"President Jiang," her secretary asked worriedly, "what if Lin Qingwan steals our formulas again? What do we do?"
The thought of such excellent beauty products being copied by Lin Qingwan’s company was unbearable.
"Don’t worry. If they dare to steal, they’ll reap what they sow," Jiang Yutong said confidently.
The secretary relaxed.
It seemed President Jiang had a backup plan.
Just as Jiang Yutong placed her phone on the desk, another call came in.
"Yutong, something’s wrong. Come home immediately—Grandpa’s in trouble!" Jiang Manting’s urgent voice rang through the phone.
"What?" Jiang Yutong shot to her feet and rushed out of the office.
Soon, she arrived at the Jiang Family residence.
"Sis, what’s wrong with Grandpa?" Jiang Yutong asked anxiously.
Jiang Manting bit her lip and shook her head.
Unable to wait for an answer, Jiang Yutong pushed open the door to Grandpa Jiang’s room—only to find him sitting on the bed, wiping an old photo album with a tissue.
His complexion was healthy, showing no signs of illness.
"Sis, you said Grandpa was sick, but he looks fine. What’s going on?" Jiang Yutong asked, bewildered.
Jiang Manting sighed. "Just look for yourself."
Jiang Yutong sat beside Grandpa Jiang and saw the photo in his hands—it showed Grandpa, Grandma, their father, and an unfamiliar woman.
Grandpa Jiang kept tracing the woman’s image in the photo, murmuring, "Qin’er."
"Don’t run off with another man, alright? The Jiang Family is your home. He only wants your money—he won’t treat you well."
Qin’er?
Jiang Yutong turned to her sister in confusion. "Sis, who is this woman?"
"Most likely, she’s our aunt—Jiang Shuqin," Jiang Manting answered.
"We have an aunt?" Jiang Yutong was stunned.
She had never heard of an aunt in all her years growing up.
If they had one, why had their father and grandfather never mentioned her?
"Yes," Jiang Manting nodded. "But for some reason, she cut ties with our family."
"I’ve tried asking Dad about it indirectly, but he refuses to talk."
"Grandpa," Jiang Yutong tried to speak to him, but Grandpa Jiang didn’t respond. His eyes were vacant, and he kept murmuring Jiang Shuqin’s name.
Jiang Yutong’s heart clenched. "Sis, what’s really happening to Grandpa?"
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