"What's going on?" Su Hua, who had been handling documents, abruptly looked up upon hearing the news.
"On his way back to Night Garden today, Young Master Lin Xuan was intercepted by members of the Shang organization. They tried to capture him," Jiang Qing reported.
"How is A-Xuan? Is he alright?" Su Hua asked anxiously.
"He's fine," Jiang Qing shook her head. "Our people stopped them—they couldn’t get close to Young Master Lin."
Su Hua’s tension eased slightly upon hearing that Lin Xuan was unharmed.
Jiang Qing wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Now she understood why Su Hua was so determined to locate and eliminate the Shang organization.
It turned out they had set their sights on Lin Xuan.
Rather than passively defending, it was better to strike first.
Constant vigilance wasn’t a sustainable solution.
With a dark expression, Su Hua ordered, "Until we find the Shang organization, move all my work to Night Garden. From now on, I’ll be working there."
Where there was a first attempt, there would be a second.
They had managed to fend them off this time, but what about next time?
And the Shang organization wasn’t an easy foe. After this failure, they would undoubtedly devise a more thorough plan to capture A-Xuan.
She couldn’t let him remain exposed to their threats.
"Madam Su, are you planning to have Young Master Lin stay at Night Garden for a while?" Jiang Qing inquired.
"Yes," Su Hua nodded. "Night Garden’s security is impeccable. Only there can I guarantee A-Xuan’s safety completely."
"But Young Master Lin might not like that," Jiang Qing frowned. "Should we inform him about this? If he understands, he might be more willing to stay."
"No, he mustn’t know!" Su Hua clenched her fists.
She couldn’t let Lin Xuan detect even a hint of suspicion. She feared he might realize she was trying to prevent him from recovering his memories.
What if he actively sought out the Shang organization and asked them to restore his memories?
She couldn’t take that risk. She didn’t dare.
"Madam Su, if you confine Young Master Lin like this, I’m afraid it might cause conflict between you," Jiang Qing warned.
Su Hua remained silent.
Jiang Qing studied her expression and knew she wouldn’t change her mind.
With a respectful nod, she replied, "Understood, Madam Su. I’ll have the necessary documents delivered to Night Garden."
"Mm." Su Hua nodded.
"Madam Su, I’ll take my leave now," Jiang Qing said.
"Wait." Su Hua called her back.
"Madam Su?" Jiang Qing turned around. "Do you have further instructions?"
Su Hua’s fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk.
"Do you still have…" Su Hua hesitated, then asked, "any photos of A-Xuan with other women? Ones where they appear… intimate?"
Jiang Qing was baffled.
Why would Madam Su want those?
"Madam Su, I didn’t keep any of those photos," Jiang Qing answered.
Why would she hold onto something like that?
If Su Hua ever saw them, she’d be consumed by jealousy—and Jiang Qing would pay the price.
Even if she had them, she’d have tossed them far away.
"If you need them, I can arrange for someone to collect such photos," Jiang Qing offered.
"Yes," Su Hua nodded. "Have the Night Rose intelligence agency gather them. The sooner, the better."
Jiang Qing frowned.
To involve Night Rose’s intelligence network—these photos must serve a significant purpose.
But what could it be?
She couldn’t make sense of it.
"Understood," Jiang Qing replied dutifully. "Once we have the photos, I’ll deliver them to Night Garden immediately."
"No," Su Hua said firmly. "Find someone A-Xuan doesn’t know. Put the photos in an envelope and send them anonymously. He mustn’t suspect they came from you."
If she was going to act, she had to commit fully.
She couldn’t afford to raise even the slightest doubt in Lin Xuan’s mind.
"Madam Su, what exactly are you planning?" Jiang Qing couldn’t help but ask.
She was too curious—why did Su Hua need those photos, and why the secrecy?
Su Hua’s response was curt: "Just do it."
Jiang Qing bowed slightly. "Yes, Madam."
After leaving the office, Jiang Qing immediately pulled out her phone and relayed Su Hua’s orders.
"Are you sure Madam Su wants these?" the person on the other end asked skeptically.
"Yes," Jiang Qing confirmed. "Find them as quickly as possible—ideally by today."
"Understood," the voice replied, tinged with excitement. "Don’t worry, Secretary Jiang. I’ll make sure this is done flawlessly!"
Search!
They had to find them.
The more suggestive the photos, the better.
After wrapping up some urgent work, Su Hua returned to Night Garden.
Night Garden.
Lin Xuan was preparing lunch in the kitchen when a sudden chill ran down his spine—an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
He thought Su Hua had returned.
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw no one.
Must have been his imagination.
"Where is Young Master Lin?" Butler Wang asked a servant in the living room.
"Young Master is in the kitchen," the servant answered respectfully.
"In the kitchen, huh."
Butler Wang's mind began to stir with excitement, and he promptly walked inside, only to see Lin Xuan standing there wearing an apron, holding a spatula as he stir-fried a dish.
Butler Wang approached with a beaming smile.
Lin Xuan noticed someone had entered and glanced over, spotting Butler Wang grinning at him—or more accurately, at the wok.
Puzzled, Lin Xuan asked, "Butler Wang, what are you…?"
"Young Master Lin, don’t mind me. I just wanted to see how you cook. I’d like to learn," Butler Wang replied, waving his hand dismissively.
Curious, Lin Xuan asked, "Butler Wang, why the sudden interest in cooking?"
"Ahem." Butler Wang cleared his throat lightly, his tone carrying a hint of bashfulness. "It’s nothing much. I’ve taken a liking to a woman. We’re in that ambiguous stage, you know? They say to win a woman’s heart, you must first win her stomach."
"So, I thought I’d cook her a meal and see if it boosts her opinion of me."
His wife had passed away twenty years ago.
He’d never entertained the idea of remarrying—until now. But watching the young miss and Young Master Lin being all lovey-dovey day after day, constantly feeding him metaphorical "dog food," had worn on him.
Not to mention, after all this time, the young miss’s belly showed no signs of movement. A baby to dote on wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.
Between the endless dog food and the boredom, he figured it was time to find a companion.
Unexpectedly, just a few days ago, he’d met someone—a woman he fell for almost at first sight. She was divorced, single, living alone—perfect.
When fate comes knocking, there’s no stopping it.
"Really now?" Lin Xuan’s face was etched with surprise.
Who would’ve thought Butler Wang would go looking for a girlfriend?
Since Butler Wang had always treated Lin Xuan well, the young man was more than happy to help. "Butler Wang, just follow my lead. I’ll teach you."
"Thank you, Young Master Lin," Butler Wang said gratefully.
Young Master Lin’s culinary skills surpassed even the top chefs hired by the Night Garden. If he could master even a fraction of his techniques, winning his sweetheart’s heart through her stomach would be a sure thing.
From then on, Lin Xuan cooked while explaining each step to Butler Wang, guiding him meticulously.
Butler Wang studied earnestly, jotting down notes with pen and paper as he observed.
Thirty minutes later, only one final dish remained.
Then, Su Hua returned.
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esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
