Boss Su seemed intent on confining Young Master Lin in a dark room, preventing him from leaving the Night Garden to ensure his safety to the greatest extent.
However, Boss Su also feared that locking Young Master Lin up without reason might provoke a fierce reaction from him.
So, Boss Su came up with a plan—letting Young Master Lin witness her seeing certain photos, making it seem like she was jealous.
This way, she could justify keeping him confined.
Jiang Qing felt like she had uncovered the truth.
Given how deeply Boss Su cared for Young Master Lin, it wasn’t impossible for her to go to such lengths.
After all, Boss Su had even pretended to be a white lotus before.
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Boss Su would stop at nothing for Young Master Lin. If word got out, no one would believe she’d resort to such "underhanded" tactics.
After breakfast.
"Hua Bao, do you want to go back to the study?" Lin Xuan asked.
In the past, whenever Su Hua didn’t go to work, she would usually head to the study after breakfast to handle some work matters.
"No, let’s watch TV like we did yesterday," Su Hua replied.
"Alright," Lin Xuan nodded.
The two settled on the couch to watch a movie.
Midway through the film, a maid once again entered with a letter in hand.
"Young Miss," she said respectfully.
"This was delivered by the same man from yesterday—another anonymous envelope."
Hearing this, Lin Xuan stiffened and slowly turned his head.
His eyes landed on the envelope in the maid’s hand, its thickness nearly identical to yesterday’s.
Lin Xuan: "…"
Damn it, here we go again?!
Who the hell is so hell-bent on sabotaging me?!
"Bring it here," Su Hua ordered.
"Yes."
The maid approached and handed the envelope to Su Hua.
Lin Xuan’s gaze locked onto it.
Given the thickness… it was probably filled with similar photos as yesterday.
There was no way he could let Hua Bao see them!
The moment Su Hua tore open the envelope but before she could pull out its contents, Lin Xuan snatched it from her hands.
He casually tossed it onto the coffee table.
"Hua Bao, it’s probably the same as yesterday. Nothing worth looking at. Besides, I’m worried the sender might have laced it with something harmful. Let’s not risk it," Lin Xuan said, feigning nonchalance.
Su Hua pinned him down on the couch, arching a brow. "Oh really?"
"Of course," Lin Xuan replied, his eyes darting away.
"I could always have the maid check it for me. No need for you to worry, A-Xuan," Su Hua murmured, her red lips curving into a smirk.
"Come—"
Before she could finish calling for the maid, Lin Xuan pulled her down and, just like yesterday, captured her lips in a kiss.
Yesterday had been too intense, and he still hadn’t fully recovered.
But to prevent Hua Bao from getting jealous, he’d push through.
Su Hua didn’t resist.
She closed her eyes, letting Lin Xuan wreak havoc on her lips.
The maid quickly retreated from the living room.
"This is so strange. Why has Young Master Lin been actively seducing Boss Su two days in a row?" the maid muttered in confusion outside the villa.
Had Young Master Lin suddenly become this bold?
What a rare sight!
Two other maids approached, intending to enter the villa.
The first maid stopped them. "I’d advise against going in right now."
"Why?" they asked curiously.
"They’re… you know," the maid whispered, mimicking the act with her fingers.
The other two maids gasped in understanding.
They couldn’t help but marvel:
"Young Master Lin is incredible. Boss Su used to be so indifferent—no man could ever get close to her. Yet he’s managed to make her indulge in passion like this."
"Exactly," the second maid agreed. "But then again, Young Master Lin is quite charming. It’s no surprise Boss Su fell for him."
These maids had completely forgotten the two years Lin Xuan spent trying to escape Su Hua’s side—and how much he’d put them through.
Boss Su’s gloomy moods, Young Master Lin’s frequent destruction of the Night Garden, forcing them to clean up the mess…
That period had been nothing short of hell for them.
If not for Boss Su’s generous pay, they would’ve quit long ago.
"Pray that Young Master Lin and the young miss stay this loving forever. Please don’t let him run away again," one maid clasped her hands in prayer.
"He won’t," another assured. "Just look at the way Young Master Lin gazes at her now—full of love. I’m certain he’s fallen for her."
"As for the young miss, it goes without saying—she adores him to the bone. How could two people in love ever part?"
"That’s true," the first maid nodded.
Still… the way the two interacted was straight out of a CEO-and-his-wife romance novel.
If this were fiction, their relationship would inevitably face turbulence. Could Young Master Lin and Boss Su really stay this sweet forever?
Back in the villa’s living room, the two remained entangled on the couch, lost in each other.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes and glanced at the envelope on the coffee table. Even so, he still wasn’t at ease. Just like yesterday, he decided to take Su Hua back to the room first, then deal with that envelope.
And one more thing.
He absolutely had to send someone to stop that bespectacled man—or whoever else—from delivering those photos to Night Garden again.
If this happened one more time, his kidneys really wouldn’t survive it.
If they caught the person delivering the photos and uncovered who was behind this scheme to harm him, he wouldn’t let them off easily!
Other attacks against him didn’t faze him much, but this—especially anything that could make Su Hua jealous—was different.
This, he truly couldn’t handle!
“Su Hua.” Lin Xuan pulled away from her lips, panting slightly. “Let’s go back to the room.”
Su Hua curled her red lips into a smirk, arching a brow. “Is Young Master Lin this impatient?”
“Your taste is too intoxicating—I can’t help myself,” Lin Xuan replied.
He wasn’t lying to her.
Su Hua’s taste was indeed irresistible, but his real goal was to keep her too preoccupied to think about that envelope.
He had to stop her from seeing what was inside.
“Oh?” Su Hua’s beautiful eyes curved with amusement. “Young Master Lin certainly knows how to sweet-talk on demand.”
Not that she minded.
“Su Hua, my words come straight from the heart,” Lin Xuan coaxed.
Su Hua smiled faintly.
Did she really not know what Lin Xuan was planning?
But this time, she couldn’t let him have his way. Otherwise, that letter wouldn’t make it here tomorrow, and her plans would be ruined.
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