Look at His Shamelessness

"Call you brother-in-law? You pretty-faced gigolo, you’re not worthy!" Xu Xiaoman glared at Lin Xuan, her teeth clenched. "The only one who deserves to be my brother-in-law is Brother Huo!"

"In this world, only Brother Huo is good enough for my sister. You? You’re just clinging to her for power and money. You’re nothing but a worthless gigolo, unlike Brother Huo, who truly loves my sister and has real ability."

"I’ll never acknowledge you as my brother-in-law!"

Lin Xuan smirked coldly.

Xu Xiaoman had clearly been scheming behind the scenes to push Su Hua and Huo Shen together.

Well, in that case, he didn’t need to hold back out of respect for Su Hua anymore.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Lin Xuan continued lashing Xu Xiaoman’s body with the whip, each strike landing with brutal force.

A black Lamborghini glided silently into the night garden.

The car parked in the garage, and Su Hua strode straight into the villa. Not seeing Lin Xuan, she frowned.

"Where’s A-Xuan?"

She turned to a maid who had just entered. "Where did A-Xuan go?"

The maid, who had just witnessed Lin Xuan beating Xu Xiaoman in the garden, trembled as she answered, "Young Master Lin… he’s in the garden."

Su Hua noticed the maid’s unease.

Her frown deepened.

"What happened?" she demanded, her voice icy.

"It’s… it’s…" The maid stammered.

"Speak!" Su Hua snapped.

The maid hurriedly replied, "I—I can’t explain it all now, Miss. You should just go to the garden and see for yourself. Young Master Lin is there."

Before the maid could finish, Su Hua was already storming out of the living room.

The maid quickly pulled out her phone and texted her friend, who was still watching the spectacle unfold.

"Hurry! Tell Young Master Lin—Miss is back!"

This was a rare chance to curry favor with Lin Xuan—she couldn’t let it slip away!

Worried her friend might be too engrossed in the drama to check her messages, the maid immediately called instead.

"Xiao Xiao, what are you doing? I’m watching the show!" Her friend’s voice was gleeful.

Honestly, watching Young Master Lin dish out punishment was thrilling—as long as it wasn’t her being punished.

"Stop gawking! Miss is back, and she’s heading to the garden right now. Go warn Young Master Lin!" the maid urged.

Just as she’d expected, her friend had been too busy spectating to check her phone.

Good thing she’d called.

"What? Miss is back already?!" Xiao Xiao gasped. "I’ll go tell Young Master Lin right away!"

She sprinted over.

Lin Xuan nearly struck her with the whip but managed to stop himself at the last second.

Xiao Xiao clutched her chest, heart pounding.

If that whip had landed, her skin would’ve split open. Thank goodness Young Master Lin had held back.

"Why are you running over?" Lin Xuan asked.

"Young Master Lin, Miss is back—she’s on her way to the garden now," Xiao Xiao answered respectfully.

"Hua’er is back?" Lin Xuan’s face twisted in shock. "So soon?"

Su Hua hadn’t been to Su Corporation in over a month—there was no way she’d cleared all the piled-up work in just an hour or two.

Xu Xiaoman, who had been writhing in pain moments ago, suddenly perked up at the news.

"HAHAHA!" Seeing Lin Xuan’s frown, Xu Xiaoman burst into triumphant laughter. "Lin Xuan, you’re scared, aren’t you? Afraid my sister will see what you’ve done to me and dump your sorry ass!"

Xu Xiaoman was convinced that in her sister’s heart, she mattered far more than this gigolo.

The fact that the bodyguards and maids in the night garden sided with Lin Xuan just meant they didn’t know their place.

Once her sister arrived, she’d make sure Lin Xuan paid—along with every last servant who dared protect him.

Gritting her teeth, Xu Xiaoman forced herself to stand, despite the bloody welts covering her body.

Lin Xuan hadn’t just whipped her—he’d also beaten her face into a bruised, swollen mess.

But this was nothing compared to what Xu Xiaoman had done to him in his past life. This was simply payback.

Now, with her face swollen like a pig’s, Xu Xiaoman sneered, "Lin Xuan, you’ve really crossed the line today."

"Even if you leave my sister, I’ll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death."

As the daughter of the Xu family and the younger sister of Su Corporation’s CEO, she was used to being treated with reverence.

No one had ever dared lay a hand on her like this!

Hah.

This gigolo had some nerve.

"You can try to drive me away from Hua’er first," Lin Xuan replied with a cold smirk.

"Xu Xiaoman, didn’t you call me a shameless gigolo? Then let me show you what real shamelessness looks like."

Originally, Lin Xuan had planned to finish beating Xu Xiaoman before Su Hua returned, then have the bodyguards toss her out of the night garden.

That way, Su Hua wouldn’t have to see her sister’s pitiful state.

As for Xu Xiaoman trying to contact Su Hua? Impossible.

If he wanted, he could easily distract Su Hua—keeping her from her phone or the garden gates—so Xu Xiaoman would never reach her.

But now that Su Hua was back, hiding the truth was no longer an option.

So instead, he’d let Xu Xiaoman witness her own delusions shatter.

Lin Xuan tossed the whip aside and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Xu Xiaoman frowned. "Lin Xuan, are you trying to deny you beat me?"

Lin Xuan nodded. "Exactly."

Xu Xiaoman scoffed. "Lin Xuan, there are cameras everywhere, and dozens of witnesses. Not to mention the marks on my body. You think throwing away the whip means you can pretend this never happened?"

"My sister isn’t stupid. She’ll see right through you. No matter how hard you try to lie your way out of this, it won’t work."

She looked at Lin Xuan with disdain.

Aside from his handsome face and decent martial arts skills, this man was utterly useless—even his brain was defective.

How her sister could fall for someone like him was beyond her.

What a joke.

Lin Xuan raised a brow. "Whether Hua’er believes I didn’t lay a hand on you… well, we’ll see soon enough, won’t we?"

Xu Xiaoman felt like talking to Lin Xuan was an insult to her intelligence.

"Fine," she snapped, crossing her arms. "Since you refuse to accept reality, I’ll make sure you regret it."

She didn’t waste another word on him.

Arguing with an idiot like Lin Xuan was beneath her.

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