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"Bring him over," Su Hua ordered coldly.

The bodyguards had no choice but to escort Kristy to Su Hua.

Su Hua stared at the blue-eyed, blonde-haired Kristy. From the way Kristy had called out "Lin Xuan" earlier, she could tell the other party didn’t speak English.

So, she switched to fluent English and asked, "You just said… Lin Xuan?"

"Yes," Kristy nodded. "A man who claimed to be from the Mourning organization approached me. He asked me to deliver a message to you, beautiful lady."

Jiang Qing’s palms were slick with sweat.

This was it.

She couldn’t hide Young Master Lin’s situation any longer.

If Su Hua found out that Lin Xuan was with the Mourning organization, she would undoubtedly rush there to save him.

Would this ruin Lin Xuan’s plans?

And more importantly… Zhao Long had orchestrated all of this to lure Su Hua into the Mourning organization’s trap. If she went, wouldn’t she be walking right into his scheme?

Jiang Qing’s mind was a chaotic mess.

No matter how desperate she felt, there was no way to stop Su Hua now.

Su Hua’s heart clenched tightly, a wave of intense unease washing over her.

She balled her fists, forcing herself to stay composed.

"What message did he ask you to deliver?" Su Hua’s voice was hoarse as she questioned.

Kristy replied, "They said Lin Xuan is in their hands."

Su Hua clutched at her chest.

Her thoughts immediately flew to the Lin Xuan in Night Garden.

No…

Wasn’t A-Xuan still lying safely in Night Garden?

Kristy continued, "If you want to save Lin Xuan, Su Hua, you must go to the Mourning organization alone."

"He also asked me to give you this. He said the address is inside."

Kristy handed Su Hua an envelope.

Glancing at the suited bodyguards surrounding Su Hua, he knew he couldn’t stay long. The moment Su Hua took the envelope, Kristy quickly left.

Su Hua tore it open immediately.

Inside was an address where she was to go, along with a photo of Lin Xuan lying on a medical bed.

A-Xuan…

Su Hua’s pupils constricted.

This was her A-Xuan!

How could he be lying on a bed like this?

She thought of the Lin Xuan in Night Garden and pulled up the surveillance feed—only to see "Lin Xuan" still lying there peacefully, asleep.

No wonder…

She had always felt something off about the man in Night Garden.

So, the one there really was an imposter all along.

Su Hua recalled Jiang Qing’s strange behavior over the past day.

The inexplicably broken SIM card, the logged-out WeChat account…

It was clear Jiang Qing had been involved in this.

Su Hua turned to Jiang Qing, her gaze as cold as death.

Jiang Qing immediately lowered her head. "S-Su Hua…" she stammered.

Su Hua’s voice was icy. "Explain. Now."

This time, Jiang Qing didn’t dare hide the truth.

"Su Hua, it’s like this," she said, keeping her head bowed. "Young Master Lin… When you had that episode, he asked me about the cause. Since he had managed to leave the Mourning organization safely last time—even dealt them a heavy blow—I thought he might have a way."

"So, I told him about their contact with you."

"To keep you safe, Young Master Lin devised a plan. He decided to infiltrate and destroy the Mourning organization alone. He said he would deliberately let himself be captured."

Jiang Qing could feel the chilling gaze on her growing sharper.

She didn’t dare look up.

"Jiang Qing, this is the second time," Su Hua said, her lips curling into a cold smile.

The first time, Jiang Qing had hidden Lin Xuan’s involvement with the Mourning organization.

Now, she had helped him walk straight into danger.

She truly deserved death.

Jiang Qing pressed her lips together. "Su Hua, Young Master Lin said he wouldn’t be in danger. Maybe… maybe we should wait? He might send good news soon."

"Wait?" Su Hua’s eyes burned with fury. "So I should just watch A-Xuan die?"

Having been an assassin in the Mourning organization for years, she knew exactly what kind of man Zhao Long was.

If she didn’t go, Zhao Long would kill Lin Xuan without hesitation.

Even if she did go…

A-Xuan might still… die.

But she had to cling to even the slimmest hope.

Once, Lin Xuan had tried to escape Night Garden. It had been pouring rain, and he’d fled into the mountains alone. He tripped and tumbled down the slope.

By the time her men found him, he was pale, barely breathing—injured, bleeding heavily, suffering from hypothermia.

The doctor had said that even with his best efforts, A-Xuan only had a 30% chance of survival.

That day…

She had stayed by his side, clutching his hand tightly.

As she watched the frail man lying on the bed, endless terror had engulfed her.

She remembered that fear vividly.

She never wanted to experience it again.

"Jiang Qing." Su Hua suddenly reached out, gripping Jiang Qing’s throat, her fingers tightening slowly.

Her eyes were dark, filled with boundless fury.

If not for Jiang Qing’s help, A-Xuan wouldn’t have known about the Mourning organization. He wouldn’t have escaped Night Garden and been captured.

Anyone who endangered A-Xuan deserved to die.

Su Hua’s heart had room only for Lin Xuan. Whether it was Jiang Qing or even Old Master Su—her own grandfather—if they dared harm him, she would show no mercy.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes, offering no resistance. There wasn’t a trace of resentment in her heart.

Young Master Lin was Su Hua’s life.

The moment she had agreed to help him escape Night Garden, she had prepared herself for this outcome.

She had betrayed Su Hua’s trust. Death was only natural.

Her hands fell limp, accepting her fate.

The head bodyguard stepped forward. "Miss, Young Master Lin is in the Mourning organization’s hands right now. We need all hands to save him. This isn’t the time to deal with Secretary Jiang. Shouldn’t we wait until after rescuing Young Master Lin?"

Su Hua’s brows furrowed tightly.

Finally, she released Jiang Qing with a cold glance.

"Cough—cough—" Jiang Qing gasped for air, her legs giving out. One hand braced against the floor, the other clutching her throat as she coughed violently.

Su Hua’s voice was devoid of emotion. "Pray that A-Xuan is unharmed."

Her gaze returned to the photo of Lin Xuan on the medical bed.

"A-Xuan, wait for me," she whispered. "I won’t let anything happen to you."

If the Mourning organization would spare A-Xuan, she would willingly return to being "Ling," resuming her old life—a shadowy existence with no purpose beyond killing.

But…

She couldn’t bear the thought.

She wanted nothing more than to stay by A-Xuan’s side forever.

"Book the earliest flight to the Golden Triangle," Su Hua commanded.

"Yes."

Her subordinates immediately obeyed.

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