This time, after receiving confirmation from the receptionist, they were beyond excited.
[Ahhhh, this is just too perfect! It’s actually real—I thought it might be fake! Finally, there’s a woman worthy of our Lin Xuan!]
[Xiao Li, did you take any photos? Hurry up and send them! I’ve scoured the entire internet and couldn’t find a single picture of her. I’m dying of curiosity!]
The receptionist replied in the group chat: [There were too many bodyguards around, and I didn’t dare take a photo without her permission.]
[Wait a second.]
The receptionist continued typing on her phone: [I think President Su looks familiar—like I’ve seen her somewhere before. Let me think…]
Frowning tightly, she tried to recall where she might have seen Su Hua.
Ah!
The national computer competition!
She looked exactly like the representative from Su Corporation who had presented the awards.
A flash of inspiration struck the receptionist, and she immediately pulled out her phone to search for the video of that national university team competition she had saved.
Lin Xuan wasn’t part of the entertainment industry—he’d only appeared publicly online a handful of times.
The receptionist had practically worn out that competition video from replaying it so much. Su Hua’s striking beauty had caught her eye, and she couldn’t help but stare at her a few extra times.
She dragged the progress bar to the award ceremony segment.
"Now, let’s invite the representative from Su Corporation to present the awards to our winners…" The host’s voice rang out from her phone.
Su Hua stepped onto the stage.
The receptionist’s eyes were glued to Su Hua—her figure, her profile, her aura—everything was a perfect match!
It’s her, right? It has to be her!
Clasping her hands together in prayer, the receptionist waited until Su Hua turned to face the camera directly.
Her eyes widened in shock.
Holy sht!
The person presenting the award was actually President Su!
She personally gave Lin Xuan his award!
Flushed with excitement, the receptionist was about to share the news with her friends.
[Receptionist]: Guys, I have earth-shattering news! Go watch this year’s national university team competition! The person who presented Lin Xuan’s award—she’s President Su! AHHHHH!!!!
Just as she was about to hit send, a black-suited, sunglasses-wearing bodyguard approached her.
"Is there something you need?"
The receptionist’s heart pounded as she looked at the intimidating bodyguard.
He seemed to be part of President Su’s entourage, and his expression was downright terrifying.
She had no idea why he was coming over to her…
"Miss," the bodyguard said gruffly, "we’d appreciate it if you kept President Su’s identity confidential."
Her condition had to remain a secret.
They couldn’t risk anyone exploiting President Su’s episodes for their own gain.
"Understood."
Without hesitation, the receptionist agreed.
Once the bodyguard left, she immediately deleted everything she’d typed in the chat.
Her friends were still eagerly asking in the group:
[Xiao Li, did you figure out who she looks like?]
The receptionist replied: [Yeah, and it’s absolutely mind-blowing! I’m certain it’s her.]
Her friend: [Who?]
Receptionist: [Classified.]
Friend: "…"
Ugh.
Always playing mysterious.
The receptionist rubbed her chin. If President Su personally presented Lin Xuan’s award… could it mean they actually have something going on?
But then she shook her head, dismissing the thought.
She must be overthinking it.
This was just wishful thinking—dreams like this never came true.
It was probably just a coincidence.
By the time Jiang Qing escorted Su Hua into the room, Su Hua’s eyes had already turned completely blood-red.
Her gaze held nothing but bloodlust and violence.
"President Su, I’ll go get Lin—"
Before she could finish, a fist collided with Jiang Qing’s face with a loud BANG!
Jiang Qing: "!!!"
I’m on your side! Why are you hitting me?!
"Pres—" Jiang Qing tried to explain, but she barely got a word out before another punch landed in her stomach, sending her flying like a broken kite.
Her back slammed into a table with a heavy thud.
Jiang Qing felt like her entire body was about to fall apart.
It hurt.
So. Damn. Much.
But it wasn’t over. Su Hua’s predatory gaze locked onto her as she advanced step by step.
Jiang Qing’s scalp prickled with dread.
Her body ached unbearably, but she knew that if she didn’t run now, she might not make it out alive with President Su in this frenzied state.
Scrambling up from the floor, Jiang Qing bolted for the door at breakneck speed and slammed it shut behind her with a loud BANG!
Only then did she let out a shaky breath.
Thank god. She’d made it out alive.
Moments later, the sound of violent crashing and destruction erupted from inside the hotel room.
A deep frown creased Jiang Qing’s brow.
Why had President Su’s episode escalated so quickly this time? Something wasn’t right.
Could it be… that it wasn’t just those two people who triggered it? Had the messages from "Shang" over the past few days also played a part?
On the surface, President Su hadn’t shown any reaction, but maybe she’d been suppressing everything inside.
Today was just the breaking point.
Still, at least they had Lin Xuan—their human extinguisher. As long as he soothed President Su, she’d likely recover soon.
Not wasting another second, Jiang Qing tried to call Lin Xuan.
She patted her pockets.
Her phone must have fallen out when President Su had punched her earlier.
"Does anyone have a phone?" she asked one of the bodyguards.
The bodyguard nodded. "Here."
He immediately handed his phone to her.
Jiang Qing dialed Lin Xuan’s number.
"Hello?" His voice came through the line.
"Lin Xuan!" Jiang Qing said urgently. "President Su is having an episode—you need to come now! I’m at…"
She gave him the address.
"I’ll have the bodyguards bring you up when you arrive."
"Got it."
Lin Xuan had already changed and been waiting for Su Hua. The moment he got the call, he sped toward the hotel.
His car hit 120 mph on the road, overtaking one vehicle after another.
When he cut off a BMW, the driver yelled, "What the hell, you reckless—"
His words died in his throat as he caught sight of the sleek, aggressive car that had just blown past him and disappeared into the distance.
A Bugatti La Voiture Noire—one of a kind in the world.
Holy sht.
He’d actually seen this legendary car in person!
Damn!
Go ahead, overtake me all you want!
With a car like that, not speeding would be a crime!
Lin Xuan left countless furious drivers in his wake, but the moment they recognized the Bugatti, their curses turned to stunned silence.
Some even snapped photos and posted them online.
[Just spotted a Bugatti La Voiture Noire in the wild. Mind. Blown. Why can’t the world’s wealthy just include me in their circle?]
Ugh.
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