Jiang Qing happened to be walking over with some documents in hand.
She respectfully said, "Young Master Lin."
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded.
Jiang Qing continued, "Young Master Lin, I was able to return from Africa because you spoke up for me with Boss Su, right? Thank you."
Lin Xuan was completely baffled.
"You were sent to Africa? When did that happen?"
He studied Jiang Qing closely.
No wonder she looked noticeably tanner after not seeing her for a few days—she had actually gone to Africa.
Jiang Qing was puzzled.
Young Master Lin didn’t know?
Then how had she been brought back?
Lin Xuan frowned and explained, "Shortly after Hua woke up, I told her that you were only following my orders when you kept things from her. She said she understood, so she didn’t take any action against you."
Jiang Qing instantly realized what was going on.
So, Boss Su had been putting on a considerate and understanding front in front of Young Master Lin lately.
Jiang Qing rubbed her nose and chuckled awkwardly. "Ah, seems like I misunderstood then. I thought Boss Su sent me to Africa as punishment, but it really was just for work."
"Must’ve been the timing that made me jump to conclusions."
"Secretary Jiang," Lin Xuan’s gaze shifted to the documents in her hands, "are all these things for Hua to handle?"
"Yes," Jiang Qing nodded. "Boss Su has been recovering from her injuries and hasn’t been to the company for a while. I didn’t want to disturb her, so the workload piled up a bit."
Lin Xuan frowned.
This much work would take a long time to sort through.
But Hua was still weak and needed proper rest…
Just then, a servant approached with a small bottle. "Young Master Lin, here’s the medicine you asked for."
"Mm." Lin Xuan took the bottle from the servant.
"Secretary Jiang, Hua is in the bedroom. Come with me," Lin Xuan said.
"Alright."
Jiang Qing nodded and followed Lin Xuan upstairs, keeping a careful distance of about a person’s length behind him.
She didn’t dare get too close.
Boss Su’s possessiveness toward Young Master Lin was way too intense.
Especially after that incident when Boss Su had a breakdown and brought up that novel where the female secretary offed the domineering CEO and stole the male lead… Jiang Qing felt like she had become Boss Su’s primary target.
For the sake of her own survival, it was best to keep her distance from Young Master Lin…
Lin Xuan suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at Jiang Qing with confusion. "Secretary Jiang, why do I feel like you’re afraid of me? As if I’m some kind of monster?"
"Not at all, Young Master Lin. You must be overthinking it," Jiang Qing replied with a forced laugh.
Boss Su had only contemplated killing her three times—all because of Young Master Lin. And during that one episode when Boss Su had her breakdown, if Young Master Lin had arrived even a second later, Jiang Qing would’ve been done for.
Wasn’t Young Master Lin basically a walking disaster for her?
Boss Su never stopped to consider—at her age, with her flat figure and average looks, what chance did Jiang Qing even stand?
But given Boss Su’s personality, any female who interacted with Young Master Lin would immediately be under suspicion…
Lin Xuan glanced at Jiang Qing one last time before turning away.
Was he really overthinking it?
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought and continued walking.
The medicine bottle in Lin Xuan’s hand contained a special powder that greatly aided the healing of Su Hua’s chest wound. Applying it would speed up her recovery significantly.
Right now, treating Su Hua’s injury took priority. As for cooking, he’d just have the chef prepare the ingredients first.
Su Hua had no idea that Lin Xuan hadn’t gone to cook, so his return to the room came much earlier than expected.
Inside the room, Su Hua had gotten out of bed, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on the desk.
Because A-Xuan was worried she might bump into it again, the desk had been moved far away from the bed.
But it was the only thing in the room that could reopen her wound…
Su Hua slowly stood up and walked step by step toward the desk.
Just as Lin Xuan opened the door, he saw Su Hua deliberately slamming her wound into the corner of the desk!
Jiang Qing: "!!!"
She stared in shock at the scene before her.
If she had to guess, Boss Su was once again intentionally injuring herself to play the victim in front of Young Master Lin…
But…
She glanced at Lin Xuan.
Caught red-handed by Young Master Lin—could this be considered… a complete failure?
Lin Xuan was also frozen in place.
His mind flashed back to the last time Hua had "accidentally" hit the desk.
So… this time, and the last time, had all been intentional?
Before Lin Xuan could rush over in concern, Jiang Qing yanked him back outside.
"Young Master Lin, wait before going in. It’s better not to expose Boss Su’s act," she whispered urgently.
Lin Xuan had been too panicked to think of that.
After waiting a moment, he finally pushed the door open and entered, putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of his own.
The moment he saw Su Hua collapsed on the floor, his pupils constricted in shock. "Hua!"
He rushed over in a panic, carefully gathering her into his arms.
"How are you feeling?"
Su Hua’s lashes fluttered weakly. "I’m sorry, A-Xuan… I fell again… I just wanted some water…"
Then, she "fainted," her face deathly pale as fresh blood seeped from her chest.
Lin Xuan’s expression was complicated.
Last time, it had also been the desk corner. Also when her wound was nearly healed.
So Hua really was doing this on purpose.
With a sigh, Lin Xuan stitched up her wound again.
Su Hua, still under anesthesia, slept soundly.
Jiang Qing stepped inside, looking at the pale figure on the bed with mixed emotions.
Boss Su was really going all out for this relationship.
"Secretary Jiang, you’ve been by Hua’s side for years. You must know her well," Lin Xuan said, sitting by the bed as he gazed at the unconscious woman. "Do you have any idea why she’s intentionally hurting herself?"
"What else could it be?" Jiang Qing said matter-of-factly. "Playing the victim to make you focus more on her."
She knew there was no point hiding it, and to prevent Lin Xuan from overanalyzing, she laid out the truth—Su Hua was injuring herself deliberately.
Lin Xuan: "...Hua is the CEO of a major corporation, a strong, capable woman. She’d really do something like this?"
Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow. "No matter how formidable Boss Su is, in front of you, Young Master Lin, she’s just a woman—one who desperately wants your love and attention."
"Especially after what you said to her at the Shang organization a few days ago… She’s probably feeling insecure and using this method to keep your focus entirely on her."
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