Get Away From My Sister Right Now

At this moment, at the entrance of Night Garden, Xu Xiaoman was seething with anger. "How dare you stop me? Do you even know that your young mistress is my own sister?"

"As her younger sister, Night Garden is practically my second home. What, am I not allowed to return to my own home now?"

In the past, she had always entered Night Garden freely. But now, these guards actually stopped her, saying they needed to inform someone before deciding whether to let her in.

The guards remained unmoved, blocking Xu Xiaoman’s path without hesitation.

This was Butler Wang’s order.

In Night Garden, Butler Wang’s word was as good as the young mistress’s. The second young miss? Hah, who did she think she was?

Seeing that the guards completely ignored her, Xu Xiaoman snapped, "Just you wait! I’m calling my sister right now, and I’ll make sure she fires every single one of you!"

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, finding Su Hua’s number. Just as she was about to press the call button—

The guard received a call from Butler Wang.

"Yes, Butler Wang. I’ll let the second young miss in right away."

After hanging up, the guard opened the gate.

"Young Miss Xu, please come in," the guard said respectfully.

"Hmph, about time you learned your place," Xu Xiaoman sneered before storming into Night Garden.

She had come to settle a score with Lin Xuan.

Originally, she had been vacationing abroad when she happened to hear about Lin Xuan’s meeting with Young Master Huo—and how he had arrogantly flaunted his superiority in front of him.

Disgusted by Lin Xuan’s smug, scheming demeanor, she immediately cut her trip short and flew back home. The moment her plane landed, she rushed straight to Night Garden.

Lin Xuan sat leisurely on the living room sofa, sipping tea.

Xu Xiaoman barged in.

"Miss Xu, if you’re looking for Hua Bao, you can leave. She’s not here—she’s at the company," Lin Xuan said indifferently, not even sparing her a glance.

"No, Lin Xuan, I came here for you!" Xu Xiaoman smirked coldly.

"Oh?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Xu, you seem… hostile. As far as I recall, I’ve never done anything to offend you."

"Lin Xuan, answer me," Xu Xiaoman glared at him. "Did you go to the Su family’s ancestral residence a few days ago?"

"I did," Lin Xuan nodded.

Xu Xiaoman pressed further, "And did you humiliate Brother Huo?"

"You’re connected to Huo Shen?" Lin Xuan arched a brow.

"Of course! Brother Huo has always loved my sister, and I’ve always seen him as my future brother-in-law," Xu Xiaoman lifted her chin proudly.

Lin Xuan let out a low scoff.

No wonder Xu Xiaoman had been hostile toward him from the very beginning—she was here to defend Huo Shen’s honor.

Originally, he might have gone easy on her. But since she was here for Huo Shen’s sake…

"Let me make this clear—someone as incredible as my sister would never fall for someone like you," Xu Xiaoman declared confidently. "She’s just toying with you. She could never genuinely like you."

"In the end, she’ll still end up with Brother Huo. So who do you think you are, strutting around and acting all high and mighty in front of him?"

Butler Wang frowned deeply.

If the young mistress ever heard these words, Xu Xiaoman would be finished.

He leaned in and whispered respectfully to Lin Xuan, "Young Master Lin, should I inform the young mistress? Or have the second young miss removed from Night Garden?"

"No need," Lin Xuan’s lips curled coldly. "Today, I’ll teach her a lesson myself."

"Understood."

Butler Wang straightened up.

Today, he would keep a close watch—ensuring that Young Master Lin didn’t suffer even the slightest grievance.

And with Young Master Lin taking action, there was bound to be quite the spectacle.

A glint of keen interest flashed in Butler Wang’s eyes.

"Lin Xuan," Xu Xiaoman crossed her arms. "I know exactly what you are—someone who’s only after my sister’s money."

Slap!

She slammed a bank card onto the table in front of him.

"Here’s twenty million. I want you to leave my sister—immediately!"

Originally, Xu Xiaoman had only planned to offer him a few million. In her eyes, Lin Xuan wasn’t even worth that much.

But her sister was the wealthiest person in the country, spoiling Lin Xuan with the finest things—no doubt showering him with lavish allowances.

If she offered too little, he’d probably scoff at it. Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to increase the amount.

Lin Xuan picked up the bank card.

Xu Xiaoman sneered inwardly.

Pathetic gold-digger. Just twenty million, and he’s already starstruck.

Looking at the card, Lin Xuan was suddenly reminded of the cliché drama tropes he’d written—where a wealthy mother slaps five million in front of her son’s girlfriend, demanding she leave him.

He raised an eyebrow.

Who would’ve thought he’d experience such a cliché firsthand?

Twenty million was a lot, but…

Lin Xuan scoffed. "Miss Xu, are you trying to pay off a beggar with this?"

"You—!" Xu Xiaoman’s eyes widened.

Of course. His greed has grown—now even twenty million isn’t enough.

Clenching her teeth, she took back the card and tossed another one onto the table.

"Fifty million. Is that enough?"

Lin Xuan arched a brow, unmoved.

Xu Xiaoman bit down hard and slapped the original twenty-million card back down. "Seventy million total. That’s enough for several lifetimes."

"Take the money and disappear from my sister’s life—forever!" she hissed.

Lin Xuan didn’t even glance at the cards, leisurely taking another sip of tea.

"Lin Xuan, my patience is wearing thin," Xu Xiaoman said coldly. "If you don’t take it now, you won’t get a single cent of this seventy million."

"Miss Xu," Lin Xuan finally spoke, "I’ll say it again—this seventy million of yours is nothing but pocket change for a beggar."

"Seventy million—pocket change?!" Xu Xiaoman’s eyes nearly bulged out.

In her entire life, she had only managed to save up a hundred and forty million. This seventy million was half her fortune, and he had the audacity to call it pocket change?!

Lin Xuan replied calmly, "On my birthday, Hua Bao gifted me dozens of luxury cars—all under my name. Just one extended Rolls-Royce alone is worth more than your measly seventy million."