The Show Begins

"Then carry me, Ah Xuan." Su Hua whispered into Lin Xuan's ear, her red lips brushing against his earlobe from time to time, sending shivers down his spine.

Hua Bao knew his sensitive spots all too well.

No man could resist such teasing.

But at least it seemed Hua Bao’s attention had shifted away from those photos—thank goodness.

It was fine!

He just had to hold on for one more day. Tomorrow, that damned man wouldn’t be able to send any more of those photos.

The woman in his ear continued, her voice low and playful, "Ah Xuan was too amazing yesterday. My legs are still weak, so I need you to carry me."

"Alright, whatever Hua Bao wants."

Lin Xuan scooped Su Hua into his arms, thinking everything was settled.

But as he lifted her, Su Hua’s hand "accidentally" swept across the envelope on the table.

Thud—

The envelope hit the floor, spilling its contents—photos scattering everywhere.

From their angle, both could clearly see what was in those pictures.

Lin Xuan and Su Hua both stared at the fallen envelope.

"What’s this…?" Su Hua narrowed her eyes.

Lin Xuan’s mind screamed: I’m done for.

Damn it!

Heaven was out to ruin him!

"Hua Bao, let me just… clean this up."

Lin Xuan quickly stepped in front of Su Hua, blocking her view, then crouched to gather the photos, trying to hide them as much as possible.

Su Hua watched his flustered movements with amusement in her eyes.

Teasing Ah Xuan was always so entertaining.

Seeing the calm expression on Su Hua’s face, Lin Xuan breathed an internal sigh of relief.

She probably hadn’t seen what was in the photos—otherwise, she wouldn’t be this composed.

Thank goodness.

His kidneys were safe for now.

"Hua Bao, didn’t you say your legs were weak? Go sit on the couch. Once I’m done here, I’ll take you upstairs," Lin Xuan said while hastily collecting the photos.

Su Hua didn’t respond.

Once he finished gathering them, Lin Xuan stood up—

"Hua—"

Then he noticed Su Hua’s gaze fixed on one spot.

Lin Xuan frowned.

What was she looking at?

He followed her line of sight—

And there it was.

A single photo, lying conspicuously on the floor a short distance away.

Shit!

Lin Xuan’s eyes widened.

How did that one get there?

From where he stood, he could only make out an intimate scene between a man and a woman—their faces unclear.

Maybe Hua Bao hadn’t seen it properly…

"Must’ve missed one," he muttered, moving to grab it—but a pale, slender hand picked it up first.

Su Hua’s hand.

Now there was no hiding it.

"Hua Bao…" Lin Xuan’s face stiffened as he looked at her.

Su Hua pressed her lips together, silent, her beautiful eyes locked onto the figures in the photo.

Her expression grew colder by the second.

——

Outside the villa.

Jiang Qing arrived with documents for Su Hua, only to be stopped by a maid.

"Secretary Jiang, Madam Su and Young Master Lin are in the living room. It might not be the best time to go in. Maybe come back later? I’ll call you when Madam Su is free," the maid hinted.

Given Madam Su and Young Master Lin’s… stamina, they probably wouldn’t be done until evening.

Jiang Qing was smart—she should take the hint and leave.

But instead, Jiang Qing played dumb. "Perfect timing, then."

Those photos had already been delivered—twice. There wouldn’t be a third time.

She was certain Su Hua had already begun her performance, using the photos as an excuse to stir up drama.

She’d timed her visit specifically to watch the show.

The documents? Just a cover.

No way she’d miss this.

"But, Secretary Jiang—" The maid tried to protest, but Jiang Qing patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Don’t worry. It’s fine," Jiang Qing said confidently.

Su Hua would be too busy acting with Lin Xuan to bother with her.

Jiang Qing strode into the living room, files in hand.

There, she saw Su Hua holding a photo, while Lin Xuan clutched a thick envelope—likely containing a dozen more.

Su Hua radiated icy fury. Lin Xuan looked like a man on the verge of a breakdown.

Well, well.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow.

Perfect timing—the show was just starting.

She’d expected to miss half of it, but luck was on her side.

Quietly, she positioned herself to watch, resisting the urge to pull out a bag of popcorn.

"Hua Bao, let me explain—" Lin Xuan began nervously.

"Hah—" Su Hua let out a low, mocking laugh. "So these past two days, every time those photos arrived, you’d kiss me senseless and drag me upstairs—just to keep me from seeing them."

Her voice dripped with frost, laced with a hint of hurt. "And here I thought you were just… in the mood."

Her lips curled in disdain. "Turns out you were just humoring me."

Jiang Qing watched, thoroughly entertained.

Madam Su’s acting skills are Oscar-worthy. If she were an actress, she’d sweep all the awards.

Su Hua then snatched the envelope from Lin Xuan’s hands. He wanted to resist—the photos inside showed him in compromising positions with another woman—but he couldn’t refuse.

Helpless, he watched as Su Hua took them all.

One by one, she examined the contents.

First photo: Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao by a lake. He was gently wiping something off her face, his gaze tender, full of affection.

Second photo: Lin Xuan and Qin Ruoyao, seemingly kissing.

Third photo: Lin Xuan carrying Qin Ruoyao on his back.

And in the middle—a love letter.

Lin Xuan’s confession to Qin Ruoyao, dripping with sweet nothings.

Lin Xuan’s blood ran cold.

That love letter—from after graduation?!

How the hell did that resurface?!

Damn it!

Whoever sent this was trying to get him killed!

——

Earlier, Jiang Qing had tasked the intelligence division of Night Rose to dig up evidence of Lin Xuan’s affairs.

The members, brainwashed by Hong Yuanjie, despised Lin Xuan—viewing him as a burden to Su Hua. To them, Young Master Huo was the only worthy match.

When they heard Su Hua wanted dirt on Lin Xuan, they went all out, convinced she was finally done with him.

Lin Xuan had only ever been interested in Qin Ruoyao, keeping his distance from other girls, which was why they could only find photos of him with Qin Ruoyao.

The love letter was discovered today, so they placed it inside the photos and had someone deliver it.

Su Hua studied the contents of the letter intently.

Every line was filled with intimate, suggestive words.