He Has Not Been Touched by a Woman

Lin Xuan sighed deeply.

It was his fault after all.

During those two years, especially on the island, he had hurt Su Hua too severely.

"Master Lin, don't blame President Su either," Jiang Qing said. "President Su has always been decisive. But in matters of love, she's too insecure, too desperate—she exhausts every means just to get your attention."

Lin Xuan asked, "Secretary Jiang, do you know how I can make Hua Bao stop hurting herself without exposing her?"

Jiang Qing stroked her chin, lost in thought.

Soon, an idea came to her.

"There is a way," Jiang Qing nodded.

"What is it?" Lin Xuan pressed urgently.

Jiang Qing replied, "It's simple. When you apply her medicine this time, just tell her the wound will scar."

"President Su fears you'll reject her. She strives for physical perfection—she’d never allow her flawless body to bear an ugly scar."

"Alright, I’ll try." Lin Xuan nodded.

Soon, he followed Jiang Qing’s advice.

The next day, while tending to Su Hua’s wound, Lin Xuan frowned and said, "This is the third injury on your left chest. If it tears again, it’ll leave a terrible scar. Hua Bao, for the next few days, I’ll stay by your side. If you need to go anywhere, don’t act alone—tell me first, understand?"

Su Hua frowned.

A scar?

No, she couldn’t let it happen.

She quickly abandoned her plan to reopen the wound once it healed slightly.

Ah Xuan loved her body.

If it scarred—especially on her chest—he might find her repulsive.

Su Hua obediently refrained from any further reckless actions.

In the days prior, Jiang Qing had merely delivered documents, waited for Su Hua to finish, then retrieved them.

Now that Su Hua had mostly recovered, she sat in the study’s office chair while Jiang Qing stood before the desk, respectfully reporting company matters.

"President Su, this project is from Jilin Tech. They’re requesting funding in exchange for 30% of Su Corporation’s shares..."

Jiang Qing began detailing the proposal.

Before long, a servant entered and announced, "Miss, Master Lin has gone out."

Su Hua clenched the pen in her hand.

She couldn’t forget—back in the Shang organization, Lin Xuan had sat on the bed while over a dozen scantily clad women stood before him.

Zhao Long had told Ah Xuan to "enjoy them"…

Ever since, the mere thought of Ah Xuan being with so many women made her want to kill.

Only her rationality kept her violent impulses in check.

Now, hearing he’d left, her mind raced.

Why did Ah Xuan go out?

Had she been too injured to satisfy him lately?

Or had he grown tired of her after a year together and sought other women?

"Have someone follow Ah Xuan closely," Su Hua ordered coldly. "If he dares to meet another woman, stop him—and inform me immediately."

Her eyes darkened.

If Ah Xuan dared to touch another woman, she’d have no choice but to lock him away.

Her man would belong to her alone.

Jiang Qing: "???"

President Su feared Master Lin would seek other women?

Wait—

What had happened?

She’d never doubted him like this before.

"President Su," Jiang Qing ventured, "are you misunderstanding something about Master Lin?"

Su Hua tightened her grip on the pen. "At the Shang organization, Zhao Long arranged many women for Ah Xuan."

Jiang Qing finally understood.

So President Su had misunderstood—hence her anxiety.

But—

How had Master Lin handled this?

Why hadn’t he explained everything that happened that day?

He was usually so sharp—why falter at a critical moment?

Had Lin Xuan heard Jiang Qing’s thoughts, he’d cry injustice.

It wasn’t that he didn’t try—every time he broached the subject, Su Hua cut him off.

He’d never gotten the chance.

"President Su," Jiang Qing quickly clarified, "Master Lin never touched those women."

After resolving the incident, she’d immediately reviewed the surveillance.

What happened had defied expectations.

She’d assumed Lin Xuan killed Zhao Long—but it was President Su…

Lost in her episode, she’d slaughtered all the women, then Zhao Long…

One moment, Zhao Long was gloating—the next, Su Hua’s blade pierced his throat.

Just like that, Zhao Long met his abrupt end.

As for Lin Xuan?

Tied to the bed, he’d been powerless to act.

Well—except for killing one man who’d fired at Su Hua.

"What happened?" Su Hua frowned.

Her memory only showed the women surrounding Ah Xuan. She’d assumed the rest too painful to recall.

Jiang Qing explained, "President Su, you were in the midst of an episode. Before those women could touch Master Lin, you killed them—one by one."

Not just killed—brutally.

Remembering the surveillance footage, Jiang Qing shuddered.

A composed President Su was terrifying enough—but an unhinged one? Far worse.

"Is that so?" Su Hua’s crimson lips curled.

If Jiang Qing spoke the truth, Ah Xuan’s body remained pure—untainted by others.

"President Su, rest assured—even if you hadn’t intervened, Master Lin would never have let those women touch him," Jiang Qing added.

"Mn." Su Hua smiled. "I believe him."

Jiang Qing shook her head.

If she truly believed, she wouldn’t panic over his brief outing.

Honestly—

President Su had thought Lin Xuan slept with those women, yet acted normal all this time?

Sighing inwardly, Jiang Qing realized:

In this relationship, President Su was still too submissive. She’d endured silently, unwilling to rupture their bond.

"President Su," Jiang Qing continued, "everything Master Lin said at the Shang organization was just an act for Zhao Long."

(Thank you to reader Xiao Yao Shi Jian for the character summon!

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