He Has Not Left

"Xuan, where is her Xuan?"

Su Hua's face paled—the scenes from her dream had felt so real.

Stumbling out of bed, she rushed to open the bathroom door.

Her Xuan wasn’t there.

Not in the walk-in closet either!

Had Xuan really left her?

With trembling hands, Su Hua grabbed her phone and called the captain of the Night Garden security team. "Where is Xuan?"

"Huh?" The captain was confused.

"I asked you, where is Xuan?" This time, Su Hua practically screamed the words.

The captain flinched at her tone, replying hesitantly, "Miss, hasn’t Young Master Lin been with you? Since he brought you back, he hasn’t left the villa."

Su Hua clenched her phone.

Had Xuan sneaked away?

Had he abandoned her after all?

A bitter smile curled at her lips as a dark, oppressive aura slowly gathered in her eyes.

Just then, Lin Xuan pushed open the door connecting the bedroom to the study.

Hearing the noise behind her, Su Hua spun around and saw him emerging from the darkened study.

She froze in place.

Xuan hadn’t escaped from her side—he had just been in the study next door...

"Huabao," Lin Xuan walked up to her, concern in his voice. "Why are you awake?"

Su Hua didn’t answer, her gaze fixed on him—disbelief and relief swirling in her eyes.

Lin Xuan’s attention dropped to her bare feet. Frowning, he scooped her up into his arms. "Huabao, didn’t I tell you? Don’t walk barefoot on the floor. It’s bad for your health."

Carefully, he placed her back on the bed.

Su Hua remained silent.

Lin Xuan quickly noticed her distress. "Huabao, what’s wrong? Tell me."

"Xuan."

Su Hua suddenly wrapped her arms around him, her voice hoarse. "I thought you were gone."

Lin Xuan gently patted her back. "I couldn’t sleep, so I went to the study for a while. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you."

Su Hua gave a soft "Mm" in response.

Lin Xuan sighed.

Huabao was restless again today.

It seemed the only way she’d truly recover was if he dealt with the Shadow Organization once and for all.

"Huabao, you’re exhausted. Get some rest," he coaxed gently.

"Don’t move," Su Hua whispered, her lashes fluttering. "Xuan, let me hold you a little longer."

"Alright."

Lin Xuan stayed still.

Ten minutes later, he finally managed to tuck her into bed.

Su Hua watched him until he fell asleep.

Her eyes shimmered faintly in the dark.

Even if Xuan tried to escape like he did two years ago, she would never let him leave.

In life, they would be together.

In death, they would still be together.

Her right arm tightened around his waist, as if afraid he might vanish.

The next morning, Old Master Su called Butler Wang. Upon hearing that Su Hua was fine, he relaxed slightly—though his brows remained furrowed.

He wondered when Huar would fully recover.

And could that wandering physician really cure her?

At least with Lin Xuan around, her condition was under control.

Otherwise, she’d lock herself in that chamber again, emerging covered in self-inflicted wounds.

"Old Chen," Old Master Su mused, "don’t you think Xuan is a blessing for our Su Family?"

"Why do you say that, sir?" the butler asked curiously.

"Huar never showed interest in men—never even spared them a glance. I thought she’d end up alone. But then Xuan appeared."

A satisfied smile crossed the old man’s face. "Since they’ve been together, she’s softened. She feels alive now."

Before, Huar had been like an emotionless machine—a hollow shell.

Nothing could stir her.

Now, seeing her smile and laugh around Xuan, it was almost surreal.

Old Chen nodded in agreement.

The young miss truly had changed.

Old Master Su stroked his beard, chuckling. "When Huar has an episode, Xuan calms her. And now, I might even get a great-grandchild! If that boy isn’t our family’s lucky star, what is?"

But at the mention of children, his expression darkened.

"They’re so affectionate, yet after all this time, Huar’s stomach is still flat!"

He had been eagerly awaiting news of a pregnancy, but months had passed with no progress.

"Old Chen, do you think… there’s something wrong with them? Is that why Huar hasn’t conceived?"

He had suggested medical check-ups before, but Su Hua refused.

Was she hiding something?

"I don’t think so," Old Chen replied.

"Then what’s the reason?" the old man grumbled.

"Sir, perhaps…" the butler ventured carefully, "the young miss simply doesn’t want a child yet?"

"Why would you say that?"

"Her relationship with Young Master Lin is strong. Maybe she doesn’t want a child disrupting their life together."

"Nonsense!" Old Master Su dismissed the idea. "The Night Garden has plenty of staff, and I can help raise the child. How would it affect them?"

Old Chen fell silent.

Muttering to himself, the old man declared, "I’ll go pray and make offerings. Maybe the heavens will bless Huar with a child soon."

At this rate, he worried he’d pass away before ever holding a great-grandchild.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang Family…

Lin Li had been using school as an excuse to avoid the company, leaving the Lin Family early and returning late.

To maintain a good impression, he kept his behavior impeccable—spending his days recounting stories of Jiang Shuqin to Grandpa Jiang.

The old man listened intently, his eyes moist with emotion.

Though he had cut ties with his daughter years ago, how could a father not miss the child he had doted on?

All these years, he had avoided news of her, afraid that if he learned anything, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from seeking her out.