Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will."
"By the way, Chairman Lin, you’d better spend more money to keep promoting the game. Otherwise, be careful—our company’s game might catch up at the last moment. After all, Tiger Tone belongs to us. If we go all out with aggressive marketing, there’s a chance our game could surge ahead."
To be precise, it was about spending money to help Tianmu Group promote their game.
With that, Lin Xuan walked past Lin Chang and headed straight into the mall.
Lin Chang’s veins bulged on the back of his hand.
His secretary frowned. "Chairman, I don’t know why, but looking at Lin Xuan’s expression, it feels like everything is under his control. Could there really be something wrong here?"
From stealing Tianmu Group’s game to successfully developing and launching it—everything had gone too smoothly.
It was almost as if Tianmu Group had facilitated it.
"What could possibly go wrong?" Lin Chang said confidently. "Lin Xuan is just putting on an act to make me uneasy and hesitant, so their company’s King’s Pesticide can catch its breath."
"Now that the game is officially released without any issues, what else can Lin Xuan possibly do?"
The secretary nodded.
That made sense.
He really couldn’t think of any way Lin Xuan could interfere with the game now.
"I must be overthinking it," the secretary admitted.
"Didn’t Lin Xuan tell me to ramp up the promotions? Fine, I’ll show him just how much I can spend!"
With that, Lin Chang ordered, "Contact Wan'er immediately. Have her and the marketing department pour more money into promotions. We must dominate the market quickly."
"Yes, Chairman."
The secretary promptly carried out Lin Chang’s instructions.
Soon, advertisements for King’s Hero were everywhere.
Lin Xuan glanced at the flood of game-related trending topics and chuckled softly. "Lin Chang really is an obedient dog."
Told him to increase promotions, and he did just that.
Perfect.
Lin Xuan put away his phone and walked into the kitchen to cook for Su Hua.
Su Hua rested her chin on her hand, watching Lin Xuan’s busy figure from the dining table, her lips curling into a smile.
Tomorrow was the anniversary of their first meeting.
Now that her body had fully recovered, she no longer had to worry about her wounds reopening from exertion.
She had been holding back for over a month—tonight, she was finally going to devour him.
The kitchen door was open.
Feeling her gaze on his back, Lin Xuan turned around. "Hua Bao, what’s wrong?"
Something about her eyes today felt unusually intense—like she wanted to eat him alive.
Su Hua’s eyes curved slightly. "Nothing. I just think you look especially handsome today."
And especially… appetizing.
Lin Xuan frowned.
Was that really it?
Why did it feel like she was just humoring him?
He shook his head.
Probably overthinking it.
Lin Xuan continued cooking, preparing four dishes and a soup—all Su Hua’s favorites.
When the food was served, Su Hua frowned. "No oysters today?"
Lin Xuan blinked. "Why would we have oysters?"
Su Hua’s red lips curled. "I heard oysters are good for stamina. Maybe you should eat more."
Lin Xuan smirked. "My body’s in perfect shape. No need for that."
"Oh really?"
Su Hua’s delicate brows arched.
She wondered just how long he’d last starting tomorrow.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.
Something was off. Su Hua was acting way too strange today—and she seemed unusually excited.
What was going on?
At dinner, Su Hua settled into Lin Xuan’s lap, her soft arms looping around his neck as she cooed, "Feed me, okay?"
"Okay."
Lin Xuan expertly picked up a piece of abalone and brought it to her lips.
Su Hua’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
Watching the way she ate the abalone, Lin Xuan’s chopsticks trembled slightly.
Leaning close, Su Hua whispered hotly against his ear, "Does the way I’m eating this abalone remind you of how you eat—"
Lin Xuan: "..."
"Hua Bao, you need to behave," he said, his expression torn between exasperation and helplessness.
When it came to innuendos, no one could outpace Su Hua.
Outsiders called her cold and indifferent, a woman who kept men at arm’s length.
What a load of nonsense!
Every day, she either schemed to drag him into bed or teased him with dirty talk.
Su Hua grinned. "A-Xuan, we’ve done much more intimate things—many, many times. No need to be shy."
Lin Xuan had no retort.
Satisfied with his reaction, Su Hua finally stopped teasing and ate properly.
After dinner, Lin Xuan had to troubleshoot an issue with a mini-game developed by Tianmu Group.
He sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard.
Then Su Hua appeared—wearing a red lace negligee that barely reached her thighs.
The study and bedroom were carpeted in plush rugs, and she walked barefoot, her long, slender legs gliding silently.
Her hair, still slightly damp from her bath, cascaded over her shoulders. A faint blush tinted her fair skin, and her lips were a tempting red.
At this moment, she looked like a seductive enchantress.
Her gaze never left Lin Xuan as she approached him from behind.
Peering at the code on his screen, a proud smile touched her amber eyes.
Her A-Xuan was so brilliant.
She bent down, wrapping her arms around his neck, then nipped at his earlobe, her warm breath teasing his skin.
Lin Xuan tensed.
"Hua Bao, I’m working."
"Then keep working," she murmured, her lips still busy.
Lin Xuan: "..."
How was he supposed to focus when she was doing this?
Wait—
His mind raced.
Earlier in the kitchen, that hungry look in her eyes… At dinner, her sudden question about oysters and stamina…
Now that her injuries had fully healed, she no longer had to hold back.
Did that mean she planned to keep him in bed tonight—?
No way.
After holding back for a month, she’d probably go for three days straight without stopping.
His kidneys wouldn’t survive!
Desperate to resist her charms, Lin Xuan tried to steady his pounding heart and focus on work.
But his typing slowed considerably.
Su Hua continued her relentless teasing, bent over him.
Lin Xuan was sweating bullets.
Damn it!
This was torture.
A month of abstinence for her meant a month for him too.
With just a little provocation, he was already crumbling.
And tonight, she was especially irresistible.
(Internally sobbing: I’m still tired from yesterday…)
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