Under Su Hua’s dangerous gaze, Jiang Qing dialed Cheng Er’s phone number.
Jiang Qing was grateful for her good memory, which allowed her to recall their numbers.
Otherwise, she’d have to run back to the room to retrieve her phone.
The call connected after just a few rings. "Secretary Jiang, what’s the matter?" Cheng Er asked.
Jiang Qing spoke rapidly, "Cheng Er, where is Young Master Lin?"
"We don’t know either," Cheng Er replied, shaking his head. "He drove too fast—we couldn’t keep up and lost him."
"By the way, I remember he said he was going to meet you. If he hasn’t arrived yet, he’s probably still on the way."
Jiang Qing then called the bodyguards Su Hua had assigned to protect Lin Xuan.
The answer was the same every time—they couldn’t keep up with him.
None of them knew where Lin Xuan was or what he was doing.
A wave of despair surged in Jiang Qing’s heart.
Was heaven really going to doom her?
"Still can’t reach him?" Su Hua’s eerie voice sounded beside her.
Jiang Qing forced herself to remain composed. "President Su, don’t worry. I called Young Master Lin a while ago—he’s on his way. Could you wait just a little longer?"
"Is that so?"
Su Hua’s eyes were still bloodshot, the crimson in her gaze showing no sign of fading.
Her red lips curled into a dangerous smile. "From the sound of it, my little bed slave seems quite close to you."
Jiang Qing: "..."
This was bad. President Su was jealous again.
"No, no!" Jiang Qing shook her head frantically. "Young Master Lin and I are just superior and subordinate. I’m already thirty, and he’s only twenty-two—why would he ever look at me?"
What a joke!
How could she ever dare to have designs on Young Master Lin?
From start to finish, she hadn’t dared to entertain a single thought about him.
Trying to steal a man from President Su? Unless she had a death wish!
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "But I read a book where the male lead was fifteen years younger than the woman, and he still fell in love with her. My little bed slave is only about ten years younger than you—I think that’s a perfect age gap. Don’t you agree?"
Jiang Qing’s scalp prickled.
She was truly at a loss for words.
That book… was one she had personally recommended to Su Hua. It was full of techniques for seducing men.
Su Hua had said she wanted to learn how to charm Lin Xuan, so Jiang Qing had asked a younger colleague for recommendations and enthusiastically suggested this book.
She’d skimmed it and thought it was decent, so she’d handed it over to Su Hua.
Who would’ve thought that even in the midst of an episode, Su Hua would remember the book’s plot and imagine her as the kind of woman who’d seduce Lin Xuan?
"President Su, I swear, I would never dare to covet Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing stammered.
"But I don’t believe you," Su Hua said, her voice icy.
"Then what must I do to earn your trust?" Jiang Qing was on the verge of tears.
Dealing with Su Hua during an episode was truly impossible.
"Only the dead pose no threat," Su Hua murmured, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "So, I only trust the dead."
Jiang Qing: "!!!!"
This was bad!
The moment the thought flashed through Jiang Qing’s mind, Su Hua’s slender, pale fingers closed around her throat.
"Quick, protect Secretary Jiang!" the head bodyguard shouted.
The other bodyguards knew Jiang Qing couldn’t be harmed.
She was Su Hua’s most trusted aide. If Su Hua regained her senses and found them unharmed while Jiang Qing was hurt, they’d all suffer the consequences.
Gritting their teeth against the pain, the bodyguards struggled to their feet, trying to pull Jiang Qing from Su Hua’s grasp.
But they never stood a chance.
Su Hua swung Jiang Qing’s body like a weapon, sweeping them all aside.
Her cold gaze returned to Jiang Qing, growing even more ruthless.
"You’re my subordinate, and so are they," Su Hua whispered, her voice dripping with menace. "Tell me—did you bribe them? Is that why they’re so eager to protect you?"
Jiang Qing was speechless.
Wasn’t this exactly the plot of that book?
In the novel, the female lead was exactly the kind of person Su Hua described—a secretary who secretly won over the cruel CEO’s subordinates, turning them against her.
Eventually, the female lead overthrew the CEO, seized all her assets, and lived happily ever after with the male lead.
And now, Su Hua was projecting that role onto her?
She was more wronged than Dou E!
"After stealing all my power, you’d kill me and take my little bed slave for yourself, wouldn’t you?" Su Hua’s blood-red eyes burned with fury.
"Cough—cough—" Jiang Qing choked out several coughs.
Karma was a merciless boomerang.
She used to enjoy watching Su Hua torment others, but now the tables had turned…
She absolutely did not want to bear the blame for scheming against Su Hua or stealing Lin Xuan!
"President Su, look at me," Jiang Qing pleaded desperately. "In every way, I’m inferior to you—my looks, my figure, even my age. Your little bed slave would have to be blind to choose me over you, right?"
"The female lead in that book was inferior to the CEO too. Do you think such flattery will fool me?" Su Hua’s aura grew even colder.
Jiang Qing: "..."
Damn it!
Su Hua’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. "My little bed slave belongs only to me. Anyone who dares to covet him… deserves death."
Her fingers tightened around Jiang Qing’s throat, squeezing relentlessly.
The bodyguards watched in horror, their hearts in their throats.
They wanted to help, but they couldn’t even stand.
All they could do was watch as Jiang Qing’s face turned ashen.
Finally, one bodyguard managed to struggle up, determined to save her.
"It’s no use! You can’t get close to President Su!" another shouted. "Go—see if Young Master Lin is here!"
The bodyguard stumbled toward the stairs.
Jiang Qing’s mind was blank.
Just as she thought this was truly the end, the bodyguard returned, panting.
"Young—Young Master Lin is here!" he gasped.
But Su Hua was lost in her own world, oblivious to his words.
"All who dare steal my little bed slave… must die," she murmured, her grip tightening further.
Jiang Qing’s consciousness began to fade.
Lin Xuan rushed in, taking in the scene at a glance. "Hua Bao!" he shouted.
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