Looking at the content on her phone, Su Hua's expression darkened abruptly. Her fingers tightened around the device, the slender, jade-like digits turning white from the pressure.
"President Su, did something happen?" Jiang Qing noticed the shift in Su Hua's demeanor and asked curiously.
"Nothing." Su Hua turned off her phone and shook her head nonchalantly.
Really, nothing?
Jiang Qing's face betrayed his skepticism.
"Jiang Qing." Su Hua's eyes were shadowed with intensity. "Any leads on 'Shang'?"
"None." Jiang Qing shook his head. "They're hiding too well. President Su, Zhao Long knows you too well—he’s familiar with your methods. Should we prepare more thoroughly before making a move?"
"No. The sooner, the better."
Su Hua's beautiful eyes burned with murderous intent.
She wanted Shang eradicated—immediately. She couldn’t afford to give them a chance to strike.
This way, Xuan would never regain his memories. He wouldn’t resist her like before.
She was terrified—terrified that Shang might restore Xuan’s memories, that he’d remember the monstrous side of her, that he’d try to escape her again like he once had.
The way Xuan treated her now was so, so good. This happiness—she refused to lose it.
"Understood. I’ll deploy more personnel to track Shang’s whereabouts," Jiang Qing replied dutifully.
"One more thing." Su Hua’s voice was icy. "Assign more guards to protect Xuan. He must not come to any harm."
"Of course." Jiang Qing nodded.
Su Hua’s gaze fell on a photo of her and Lin Xuan on the desk, her beautiful eyes glinting with bloodthirsty resolve.
She would never allow anyone to take Xuan away from her.
Anyone who dared hurt him—or tried to separate him from her—deserved death.
Just then, a message from Lin Xuan lit up her phone.
[Xuan]: Hua Bao, I’ll bring you lunch at noon. Wait for me.
The frigid sharpness in Su Hua’s eyes softened instantly at his words.
[Hua Bao]: Mm, I’ll wait.
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.
The president’s mood shifted so drastically—it had to be Young Master Lin contacting her.
Su Hua took a set of clothes into the bathroom. After her shower, she hesitated before putting them on.
In the end, she didn’t wear them. Instead, she returned to the walk-in closet and retrieved an entirely black lace lingerie set.
She slipped into it.
Over it, she wore a fitted blouse and a tight leather miniskirt that ended high on her thighs.
Lin Xuan arrived at Su Corporation carrying two lunch boxes.
"Young Master Lin, good afternoon!"
"Young Master Lin, here to deliver lunch to President Su again? What an incredible boyfriend."
"Young Master Lin, President Su is so lucky to have you."
Every Su Corporation employee who crossed paths with him greeted him warmly.
They’d all noticed how much happier President Su had been since getting a boyfriend—gone was her usual frosty demeanor.
Lin Xuan had also become their savior on more than one occasion.
They practically worshipped the ground he walked on.
Not a single employee envied Lin Xuan for being with Su Hua.
They knew better—even if President Su didn’t love him, she’d never look their way.
A woman like her was beyond their league.
So, the male employees at Su Corporation could only admire Lin Xuan, never resent him.
Lin Xuan visited often enough that their enthusiasm no longer fazed him.
"Hey, good to see you all," he replied casually before stepping into the CEO’s private elevator, heading straight for Su Hua’s floor.
Once the doors opened, he asked, "Secretary Jiang, where’s Hua Bao?"
Jiang Qing smiled slightly. "President Su has been waiting for you in her office."
"Thanks."
Lin Xuan nodded and pushed open the door to the CEO’s office. The first thing he saw was Su Hua seated at her desk, seemingly engrossed in paperwork—though her mind had long drifted to him.
He unpacked the lunch boxes onto the table. "Hua Bao, time to eat."
Su Hua acted as though she’d only just noticed his arrival.
She closed the file and rose from her chair.
Step by step, she approached him.
When Lin Xuan looked up and saw her, he froze.
He’d never seen Hua Bao dressed like this before.
Her slightly curled hair cascaded over her shoulders and back. The blouse she wore strained against her chest, as if threatening to burst at any moment.
And beneath the leather miniskirt—black stockings.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Damn!
Was she trying to seduce him?
With great effort, he tore his gaze away. "Hua Bao, let’s eat before the food gets cold."
Su Hua walked straight to him and settled onto his lap.
"What was Xuan looking at just now?" The stunning woman smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"N-Nothing." His gaze darted away—only to land helplessly on her thighs again.
Black stockings—every man’s weakness.
He was no exception.
The sheer stockings, paired with her porcelain skin, the fitted blouse, and the leather skirt—it all wove an intoxicating allure around her.
Su Hua looped her soft arms around his neck, her red lips curving. "Do you like this outfit, Xuan?"
"I do." The admission slipped out before he could stop it.
Delight flickered in her eyes.
Of course Xuan liked it.
"Hua Bao… maybe wear this less often," he couldn’t help adding.
"Are you worried other men might see me like this?" She arched a brow.
"Yeah." He nodded.
That was part of it.
Dressed like this, Hua Bao was irresistible. If she went out, countless eyes would be glued to her.
The mere thought made his stomach twist.
"Don’t worry, Xuan." Her slender waist bent slightly as she pressed her lips to his ear, whispering, "I just changed into this. My beauty is for you alone."
"Because… I belong only to you."
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded violently.
Hua Bao’s words were lethal.
"Hua Bao," he coughed lightly, "let’s eat. The food’s getting cold."
"Alright." Her smile deepened. "Feed me, mm?"
"Okay."
Obediently, he picked up some food and brought it to her lips. Su Hua bit into it, eyes gleaming, then pulled his neck down.
Tilting her head back, she exposed the elegant curve of her swan-like throat before capturing his lips and transferring the shrimp into his mouth.
When she finally pulled away, her lips curled. "You must be hungry too, Xuan. As your girlfriend, it’s only right that I feed you as well."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
