The Man Who Regained His Memory

Su Hua’s fingers tightened around her phone in an instant.

She got out of bed, her entire body radiating coldness as she strode out of the lounge.

Despite the icy aura around her, Su Hua’s cheeks still bore a faint flush from the recent intimacy, her eyes still clouded with lingering desire.

She looked irresistibly alluring, a vision of seduction.

Jiang Qing didn’t dare look too long, lowering her gaze. Her hand remained outstretched, holding an envelope in a rigid, offering posture.

"President Su, this was delivered to Su Corporation about ten minutes ago. They specifically requested that you be the one to open it."

Su Hua took the envelope without a flicker of emotion.

On its surface was a hand-drawn eagle, wings spread wide as if soaring through the sky.

Her expression instantly darkened.

She recognized it—this was Zhao Long’s own drawing, and the eagle was the symbol of Shang!

Shang… Zhao Long… What were they planning now?

Su Hua tore open the envelope. Inside was only a brief message:

[Ling, the person capable of restoring Lin Xuan’s memories is now in position. All that’s left is to capture Lin Xuan.]

Her face drained of color.

Hadn’t she already sent people to eliminate them all? How could there still be survivors?

Jiang Qing caught a glimpse of the contents as well.

Restore memories?

What memories?

Confusion painted her face as she couldn’t help but ask, "President Su, has Young Master Lin… lost his memories before?"

Su Hua didn’t answer. Instead, her expression grew terrifyingly grim, her fingers methodically tearing the letter into shreds.

"President Su, what exactly is happening?" Jiang Qing pressed, unable to suppress her concern.

Still, Su Hua remained silent.

She sat in her office chair, the air around her growing colder by the second.

Jiang Qing could sense the palpable shift in Su Hua’s demeanor and wisely chose to stay quiet, standing silently to the side.

Her mind raced.

The only things that could provoke such a reaction from President Su were matters related to Lin Xuan leaving her… or threats to his safety.

Restoring memories… likely pointed to the former.

Did the memories Lin Xuan lost hold the power to drive him away from Su Hua?

Lately, every time President Su received any news, her expression turned grim. Could it all be connected to this?

Time ticked by.

Nearly half an hour passed in silence.

Finally, Su Hua spoke. "Increase our manpower. We must locate their whereabouts at all costs."

At that moment, Lin Xuan happened to step out of the lounge.

Su Hua’s words reached his ears, and he asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Su Hua’s fingers clenched as she recalled how Lin Xuan had once risked himself for her, falling into Shang’s trap.

She couldn’t let him find out she was tracking Shang’s movements—nor that she intended to wipe them out entirely.

"Nothing important," Su Hua replied, her tone slightly stiff. "I was just instructing Jiang Qing to track down some members of the Su family."

"Yes, that’s right. President Su plans to teach them a small lesson," Jiang Qing chimed in with a nod.

"I see."

Lin Xuan nodded.

Those Su family members were always causing trouble for Hua Bao. It was about time they were dealt with.

"Hua Bao, I’ll let you work. I’ll head back first," Lin Xuan said.

He figured it was best not to disturb her further.

Besides, he still needed to strategize against Shang and develop the medicine to treat Su Hua’s condition.

"Does A-Xuan really not want to stay by my side?" Su Hua’s voice softened, tinged with melancholy.

Jiang Qing resisted the urge to facepalm.

Here we go again. President Su’s inner drama queen was making an appearance, playing the role of a delicate white lotus so flawlessly she deserved an Oscar.

Su Hua looked pitiful now, like a dejected puppy with drooping ears, abandoned and forlorn.

Lin Xuan couldn’t withstand her feigned vulnerability. Relenting, he nodded. "Alright, I’ll stay and keep you company."

"Mmm, A-Xuan is the best." Su Hua’s red lips curled, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes.

Though they stood far apart and exchanged no overtly affectionate words, Jiang Qing still felt like she’d been force-fed a mountain of dog food.

She was stuffed.

Unable to endure the atmosphere any longer, Jiang Qing quietly excused herself from the office.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Lin Xuan staying by Su Hua’s side until they returned to Night Garden. Only after Su Hua had finished bathing did Lin Xuan find a moment to call Jiang Qing.

"Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing’s respectful voice came through the phone.

Lin Xuan asked, "I noticed Hua Bao seemed off today. Did something happen?"

"Did something happen?" Jiang Qing frowned, shaking her head. "No, nothing at all."

She had no intention of telling Lin Xuan about Shang’s message.

Clearly, President Su wanted to keep this matter hidden from him. If he pulled another reckless stunt like last time—throwing himself into danger—it would be disastrous.

The last incident with Shang had left her on edge for weeks.

When Su Hua returned, she’d immediately held Jiang Qing accountable. Ugh, those painful memories were best left buried.

"Secretary Jiang, think carefully. Are you absolutely sure nothing happened to Hua Bao?" Lin Xuan pressed.

Jiang Qing doubled down. "Young Master Lin, I swear there’s nothing. Even if there were, how would I know? President Su wouldn’t confide in me about such things, right?"

Technically, Su Hua hadn’t told her—she’d only peeked at the letter’s contents.

Realizing he wouldn’t get any answers from Jiang Qing, Lin Xuan reluctantly let the matter drop.

Setting his phone aside, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Maybe he was overthinking it.

Perhaps Su Hua’s unease stemmed from his continued interactions with Jiang Yutong.

The bathroom door slid open with a soft sound.

A woman in a white nightgown stepped out—if it could even be called that.

The fabric was sheer, barely concealing the curves beneath, and so short it barely reached her thighs, showcasing long, flawless legs.

Lin Xuan hastily averted his gaze.

Where on earth did Hua Bao keep finding these… provocative outfits?

Su Hua walked straight to Lin Xuan and settled onto his lap without hesitation.

"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan’s eyes darted away, his voice strained. "We already… had a pretty intense session at noon. You should rest. Overindulgence isn’t good for you."

Su Hua’s beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously. "Is A-Xuan questioning my stamina?"

"Cough—!"

Lin Xuan, mid-sip of water, nearly choked.

Since when did Hua Bao start stealing his lines as the man?

And since when did he ever dare question her stamina?

Even with his tenfold tonic soups and spatial enhancements, he only barely managed to keep up with her on occasion. If he claimed she lacked endurance, wouldn’t that imply he was the one lacking?

"Hua Bao, don’t misunderstand," Lin Xuan hurriedly explained. "I’m just worried about your health."

"A-Xuan can rest easy," Su Hua purred, her lips curving. "Need I remind you of our seven days and nights? My body held up just fine then. A mere two hours in the lounge is nothing."

Lin Xuan had no rebuttal.

Su Hua wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan's neck and pressed her lips against his in a passionate kiss.