Two-Day African Tour

"Huabao, I'll go cook for you first. Wait for me in bed. If you need anything, call me or the servants," Lin Xuan coaxed her gently.

"Mm," Su Hua nodded obediently.

Not long after Lin Xuan left, she called Butler Wang.

"Young Master Lin, how may I assist you?" Butler Wang inquired respectfully.

Su Hua spoke up, "Release the man impersonating Ah Xuan from the basement. Don’t let Ah Xuan find out I locked him up."

"Yes," Butler Wang acknowledged and immediately carried out Su Hua’s orders.

He personally went down to the basement.

Cheng Da was slumped in a chair, rubbing his round belly.

Admittedly, life in the basement wasn’t bad at all. Though he couldn’t leave, they treated him well—good food, drinks, and whatever he wanted. This lazy life was pretty comfortable.

He just wondered how things were going with the gang leader.

Butler Wang entered the small room where Cheng Da was staying.

Cheng Da immediately stood up, supporting his belly.

"Butler Wang."

After so many days, the artificial face mask had long since lost its use. Realizing he’d been exposed, Cheng Da simply tore it off, revealing his real face to Butler Wang.

Butler Wang stroked his chin, staring at Cheng Da in amazement.

Who would’ve thought Young Master Lin had such skills—disguising someone else to look exactly like him? At a glance, it was impossible to tell it wasn’t him.

When he saw Young Master Lin carrying the young miss back, he’d been stunned.

Only then did he understand why the young miss had been willing to lock Young Master Lin up.

Turns out, it wasn’t him at all!

For a moment, he’d even thought the young miss had grown tired of Young Master Lin and reverted to her old cold, solitary self.

"Cheng Da," Butler Wang asked curiously, "how did you manage to impersonate Young Master Lin so convincingly before?"

"Young Master Lin gave me something like a mask. Once I put it on, I looked just like him," Cheng Da explained.

He pointed to a crumpled object in the corner.

Butler Wang picked it up and examined it, baffled.

Wasn’t this just an ordinary mask?

"Butler Wang," Cheng Da pressed anxiously, "how is Young Master Lin doing? Are Chairman Su and Young Master Lin safe?"

Butler Wang replied, "Young Master Lin is fine. Chairman Su suffered some injuries."

"Is it serious?" Cheng Da pressed nervously.

Chairman Su couldn’t afford to be hurt.

She was their golden goose, after all. Plus, with her influence, she could smooth things over if anything happened in the future.

"The young miss has recovered quite a bit already. It’s nothing serious now," Butler Wang assured him.

"And… after Young Master Lin escaped from Night Garden, did Chairman Su punish him?" Cheng Da asked, still uneasy.

"Don’t worry. The young miss would never bring herself to punish Young Master Lin," Butler Wang said with a laugh.

At most, once she recovered, she’d just keep him in bed for a few extra days.

Though by then, Young Master Lin’s kidneys might suffer.

"That’s a relief," Cheng Da sighed in relief.

"Butler Wang, why have you come today? Is there something you need?" Cheng Da asked.

"Ah, I almost forgot!"

Butler Wang smacked his forehead and got to the point. "Cheng Da, you’re free to leave now."

Cheng Da froze. "So soon?"

He hadn’t had enough of this lazy life yet.

Butler Wang’s gaze fell on Cheng Da’s belly. "I think you’d better take advantage of Young Master Lin being with the young miss to get some exercise. Looking at you now…"

He shook his head disapprovingly. "You’re probably going to get fired by Young Master Lin."

Cheng Da glanced down at his belly and scratched his head sheepishly.

Yeah, he’d been indulging a bit too much these days.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom at Night Garden…

After ending the call with Butler Wang, Su Hua contacted a senior executive at Su Corporation.

"Chairman Su," the executive greeted respectfully.

Su Hua ordered, "Recall Jiang Qing. She’ll resume her position as my secretary, with the same benefits as before."

The executive: "…"

Secretary Jiang had only been in Africa for two days, and now she was being called back?

What happened?

"Understood. I’ll arrange it immediately," the executive replied dutifully.

He set his phone down and shook his head.

A subordinate asked curiously, "General Manager Li, why that expression?"

General Manager Li plopped into his office chair. "Nothing. Just reflecting on how unpredictable women can be."

Even a powerful woman like Chairman Su was no exception.

General Manager Li called Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing was currently wearing a yellow hard hat, inspecting the mining site.

Officially, she was here to oversee the miners—playing the role of a "foreman."

When General Manager Li called, Jiang Qing answered, "General Manager Li."

"Secretary Jiang, I have great news for you," the executive said cheerfully. "You can book a flight back immediately. You’re reinstated as Chairman Su’s secretary."

Jiang Qing paused. "Is this Chairman Su’s decision?"

"Yes," General Manager Li confirmed. "She just called to give the order herself."

Jiang Qing frowned.

This matter involved Young Master Lin. Chairman Su wouldn’t let her off so easily.

The only explanation was… Young Master Lin had interceded.

Well, going back wasn’t bad.

She could keep an eye on things, ensuring no conflict arose between Chairman Su and Young Master Lin if the Golden Dragon Gang and Night Rose clashed.

Given their combat skills and intellect, a real fight between them would be no joke.

Jiang Qing packed up and returned to Yundu City that same day, resuming her role as the CEO’s secretary.

Four days later, Su Hua’s wound had improved significantly.

She looked down at her injury.

Lin Xuan changed her dressing, muttering, "Just three more days of rest, and you should be fully recovered."

So soon?

But she wasn’t ready yet.

Su Hua’s eyes darkened.

Perhaps it was time to injure herself again.

After finishing the dressing, Lin Xuan kissed her forehead. "Huabao, wait here for me. I’ll make you lunch."

"Mm."

Su Hua nodded, sitting properly against the headboard, the picture of obedience.

Just when everything seemed calm—disaster struck.

Thanks to Luo╭(′•々Ye for the character summon!

Thanks to "I’m Really ‘Fu’ed’," "Usually Not Human," "Lazy Capybara Waiting to Die," "I Love Yanderes...," "The True Dragon of the Northern Peaks · Saville," and other sweethearts for the gifts.

Goodnight.

I’ve already mastered the art of staying up late to cultivate immortality, but you all should sleep early—don’t follow my example.

Uu.

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