After Lin Xuan left, the cinema manager, who had been observing from the shadows, quickly approached.
He eagerly asked, "President Su, were you satisfied with my arrangements today?"
Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously. "That movie..."
Before she could finish, the cinema manager nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, it was my idea! That film is perfect for couples. Since you and your boyfriend were coming today, I specifically chose to screen it in your theater."
He wore an expression of someone expecting praise.
Su Hua let out a cold laugh. "Who gave you the right to make such decisions?"
She had nearly let Lin Xuan see another woman's body...
The manager's face stiffened.
"President Su, was there... a problem with my arrangement?"
Su Hua pressed her lips together. "The female lead in that movie kept taking her clothes off."
The cinema manager: "!!!"
So that was the issue.
But it was just a movie!
Did President Su's possessiveness over her boyfriend really run this deep?
"President Su," the manager quickly lowered his head, "I apologize. This was my oversight. I’ll be more careful next time."
He had thought his gesture would please her, but instead, he’d unknowingly crossed a line.
At this point, he’d be grateful if she didn’t punish him—forget about any rewards.
Su Hua’s mind drifted back to the scenes in the theater, and the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.
Though the movie had been a bit risqué, it had successfully stirred Lin Xuan’s desires.
"Your bonus this year will be doubled," Su Hua declared.
!!!
The manager’s head snapped up, his face filled with shock.
"President Su, did you just say... my bonus is doubled?" His mouth hung slightly open.
"Is there a problem?" Su Hua shot him a glance.
"No, no problem at all!" The manager shook his head vigorously.
So he hadn’t misheard.
It was real!
Not only had President Su not punished him, but she’d also doubled his bonus.
"If there’s no issue, then you’re dismissed," Su Hua said.
"Yes!"
The manager stumbled away in a daze.
Soon after, Lin Xuan returned from the restroom and walked gracefully up to Su Hua.
"Hua Bao, how are you feeling? Still tired?" he asked.
"Mmm, you were too intense. My legs are still weak," Su Hua replied with a serious nod.
Truthfully, she wasn’t tired at all—she just wanted Lin Xuan to carry her.
"Then I’ll hold you."
Lin Xuan scooped her up into his arms again and carried her to the underground parking lot.
"Hua Bao, if you’re tired, we can skip the rest of our outing and head back to Night Garden. You can rest properly there," he suggested.
"I’m not tired," Su Hua shook her head.
"But your legs are weak?" Lin Xuan glanced down at her legs.
"My stamina and body have already recovered. No need to worry, A-Xuan," she assured him.
Lin Xuan gave her a skeptical look.
Just who was it who had whined about her legs being weak and demanded to be carried?
And now, after just five minutes, she was fine?
Su Hua leaned close to his ear and whispered, "If A-Xuan doesn’t believe me, we can test it out in the car later... with me doing all the work."
"Hua Bao, this is a sports car. We can’t... do that here," Lin Xuan replied, a hint of smugness in his voice.
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "That’s not a problem. I already had someone bring the Rolls-Royce over. The back seat has plenty of space for us to... perform."
Lin Xuan: "..."
He had initially suspected that the medicine had weakened her.
But now, it seemed his assumption was correct—there were no side effects.
She had just been pretending to be weak so he’d carry her.
Not long after Su Hua’s words, a Rolls-Royce pulled up behind their car.
A bodyguard in sunglasses stepped out from the driver’s side and approached them respectfully.
"President Su, here are the keys you requested," the bodyguard said, holding them out.
"No need," Lin Xuan quickly interjected. "Drive the car back to Night Garden first. I’d like to spend more time outside with Hua Bao."
The bodyguard glanced at Su Hua for confirmation.
She gave a slight nod, and the bodyguard bowed. "Understood. I’ll take it back now."
Lin Xuan exhaled in relief.
Thankfully, Su Hua hadn’t insisted on the car. Every time they did anything in a vehicle, she became unusually excited.
He really didn’t want to end up as "Lin the Dried-Up."
Especially today—Su Hua seemed particularly high-spirited. If she wanted to play, he’d indulge her.
Better yet, he’d wear her out so thoroughly that by the time they got back to Night Garden, she wouldn’t have the energy to torment him.
Little did he know, Su Hua saw right through his plan.
But she decided not to call him out.
Let him think he was succeeding—then she’d give him a surprise later.
After the movie, they headed to a clothing store.
As soon as Lin Xuan saw the outfits on display, he felt every single one would suit Su Hua perfectly. He couldn’t resist going into full shopping mode.
"Hua Bao, this one looks great. Try it on!"
"Hua Bao, and this one too!"
"Hua Bao, this dress as well—go try it!"
He handed her several outfits, urging her to try them all in the fitting room.
When Su Hua stepped out in a red, body-hugging mini dress, Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned.
Wasn’t this a little too sexy and alluring?
"Miss, you look absolutely stunning in that," the saleswoman gushed. "With your beauty and that figure, this dress was practically made for you."
Lin Xuan’s gaze lingered on Su Hua’s long, pale legs, his brows furrowing.
"So, A-Xuan, how do I look?" Su Hua twirled in front of him, the red dress clinging to her curves.
"It’s beautiful," Lin Xuan admitted.
"But..." His tone shifted. "Hua Bao, maybe we should pick something else. There are plenty of other nice clothes here."
This dress showcased her flawless figure far too well. If she wore it out, men would be staring shamelessly.
The thought of other men’s eyes roaming over her body made him want to... commit murder.
"If it’s so beautiful, why won’t you let me buy it?"
Amusement glimmered in Su Hua’s amber eyes. "Could it be... A-Xuan is jealous? You don’t want other men seeing me in this?"
Thank you to the generous supporters: Oil Stick Salad (Golden Leopard), RandomUsername13, and Wan La1 for the gifts.
Goodnight, my darlings.
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