In truth, Su Hua appeared to be asleep, but she wasn’t.
She wanted to use this method to stay with Lin Xuan a little longer.
After Lin Xuan had fallen asleep, she opened her eyes and kept watching him.
If only Ah Xuan hadn’t regained his memories or gone to the Shadow Organization—how wonderful would that have been?
At the thought of something, Su Hua’s expression darkened.
She took out her phone and sent a message.
Over at Su Corporation, upon receiving Su Hua’s instructions, a senior executive was utterly puzzled. "Wasn’t Secretary Jiang always the favored one by President Su? Why is she being sent to Africa to mine now?"
Or had Secretary Jiang done something unforgivable to President Su?
Secretary Jiang was loyal and understood President Su well—how could she have crossed her?
The executive couldn’t make sense of it.
But he didn’t dare disobey Su Hua’s orders.
He strode into the executive secretary’s office.
"Secretary Jiang," the executive began.
"General Manager Li," Jiang Qing stood up from her workstation.
The executive adjusted his glasses. "Secretary Jiang, President Su has assigned you a new task. I’m here to convey her instructions."
"General Manager Li, what task?" Jiang Qing asked.
"Well…" The executive cleared his throat. "President Su wants you to go… to Africa. To mine."
Hearing this, Jiang Qing showed no surprise, remaining calm.
She had known Su Hua would punish her.
Honestly, being sent to Africa was already lenient.
She had thought Su Hua might have her killed…
"Understood. I’ll leave today," Jiang Qing replied evenly.
"Secretary Jiang," the executive couldn’t hold back his confusion, "what exactly did you do to make President Su send you to Africa?"
"It’s nothing," Jiang Qing forced a faint smile. "I just crossed her bottom line."
Lin Xuan was Su Hua’s bottom line.
She had helped him escape from Night Garden and kept it from Su Hua, letting him face the Shadow Organization alone.
That alone was enough for Su Hua to kill her a hundred times over.
Bottom line?
The executive frowned.
The only person President Su cared about was Lin Xuan.
Could Secretary Jiang have done something to him? But that didn’t make sense—Jiang Qing saw Lin Xuan as her ticket to promotions and raises. Why would she ever offend him?
The executive couldn’t figure out what Jiang Qing had done to anger Su Hua.
Seeing that Jiang Qing wasn’t elaborating, he didn’t press further and left the office.
Jiang Qing handed over her tasks to others and packed up her belongings alone.
As she stepped out of the company’s doors, she glanced back.
Being sent to Africa was like exile in ancient times—barring any miracles, she would never return.
She didn’t blame President Su.
If Su Hua hadn’t saved her back then, she would have died long ago. It was also Su Hua who sent her abusive father to prison, giving her the freedom she had now.
She was only grateful to Su Hua.
And besides, what she had done this time was truly unforgivable…
Without another look back, Jiang Qing got into the car.
In the bedroom of Night Garden,
Just as Lin Xuan was about to open his eyes, Su Hua noticed and quickly shut hers again, pretending to sleep.
The moment he woke, Lin Xuan saw Su Hua still clinging to him like an octopus.
"Ah Xuan, don’t leave me… please, don’t leave me, okay?"
Su Hua’s eyes were tightly shut, as if trapped in a nightmare.
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, dampening the pillow.
If Jiang Qing had seen her like this, she would’ve marveled—President Su was truly wasted not being an actress.
Lin Xuan didn’t want to wake her, so he simply held her tighter, careful not to touch her wound.
He hoped this would give her some sense of security.
"Ah Xuan—"
"Ah Xuan!!"
Su Hua suddenly jolted awake.
Lin Xuan’s face filled her vision.
It was Ah Xuan.
He was still here with her… he hadn’t left.
She threw herself into his arms, clutching him tightly.
"Ah Xuan," Su Hua’s voice was hoarse, "I thought… you were already gone."
Though she was acting now, she truly feared the day Lin Xuan might successfully escape her.
"Hua Bao, don’t worry. I’ll never leave you," Lin Xuan reassured her.
He knew Su Hua was still haunted by what happened at the Shadow Organization and wanted to address it.
But before he could, Su Hua wrapped her arms around his neck and cooed, "Ah Xuan, I’m hungry."
Lin Xuan ruffled her hair. "I’ll cook for you."
"No, I’ll have the chef’s food," Su Hua said.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded.
He glanced at the wall clock.
The chef should have already prepared the meal by now.
Lin Xuan called the Night Garden’s main hall.
A servant answered.
"Young Master Lin," the servant greeted respectfully.
"Is the food ready?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Yes, it is," the servant confirmed.
Lin Xuan: "Bring it up."
"Right away."
Within three minutes, servants filed in, placing ten dishes on the table one by one.
They even brought in a long table, positioning it beside Su Hua’s bed.
Then, they quietly exited the room.
Su Hua leaned against the headboard while Lin Xuan fed her her favorite dishes.
Her lashes fluttered slightly.
Ah Xuan’s tenderness now—aside from acting—might just be repayment for taking a bullet for him.
Once her wound healed, he might not treat her so kindly anymore.
She just wanted to stay glued to him like this forever.
Peaceful moments like these might never come again.
Su Hua bit her lip.
Her wound…
She glanced down at her left chest.
Perhaps… she could make this injury last a little longer.
After the meal,
With another call from Lin Xuan, the servants returned to clear the dishes and remove the tables.
The bedroom door closed again, leaving only Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
"By the way, Hua Bao," Lin Xuan brought up the events from a few days ago, "that day at the Shadow Organization, I really did regain my memories from the island."
He had wanted to talk about it earlier, but Su Hua had been drowsy, barely awake for long.
Twice, he had tried to bring it up, but she had either been too tired or hungry, cutting him off.
Now, he wanted to have a proper conversation to ease her worries.
The island… regained memories…
Su Hua’s hands clenched.
Was Ah Xuan planning to lay everything out now?
She lowered her gaze.
If he asked her to let him go, she would never agree…
"That day, what I said to you, and what I told you before we parted on the island—Hua Bao, actually, that was…" fake.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
