Dancing

Lin Xuan's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

What surprise could it be?

Su Hua retrieved an outfit from the walk-in closet and stepped into the bathroom.

Lin Xuan frowned.

After her shower, Su Hua usually wore a nightgown—so why had she taken a red dress inside this time?

The color looked strikingly similar to the tight, ultra-short red dress they had bought earlier that day at the boutique...

An inexplicable unease settled over Lin Xuan.

He had a bad feeling about this.

Not wanting Su Hua to think he was deliberately waiting for her "surprise," Lin Xuan retreated to the study, booted up his computer, and pretended to work.

Seated at the desk, his gaze kept flickering toward the bedroom.

Time ticked by.

Half an hour passed.

The bathroom door slid open, revealing Su Hua in the form-fitting red mini dress. Her amber eyes swept across the bedroom, scanning every corner.

But there was no sign of her beloved "A-Xuan."

A faint smile curved her lips.

Had A-Xuan hidden himself away?

Su Hua's crimson lips curled playfully. Instead of heading to the study, she made a call. "You can come now."

After inspecting the room, she walked into a guest bedroom.

A group of women was already waiting inside.

Even as fellow women, they couldn’t help but stare at Su Hua’s stunning appearance.

President Su’s outfit is downright seductive...

She must be trying to tempt Young Master Lin with this look.

If even we women are mesmerized, how could Lin Xuan possibly resist? Tsk tsk, I wonder if he’ll be able to hold back...

Su Hua took a seat in front of the vanity.

The makeup artist respectfully asked, "President Su, what kind of look are you going for? Innocent? Bold? Or perhaps—"

Before she could finish, Su Hua answered, "A mix of purity and desire, with a touch of allure."

That style would best complement the dance she had planned.

"Understood."

The makeup artist immediately got to work, assisted by her team. Within half an hour, the transformation was complete.

"President Su," the makeup artist said with a smile, "with this look, you’ll have men utterly spellbound."

"Mmm." Su Hua’s lips curved slightly. "Well done."

Clearly pleased, she added, "You’ll receive double your usual fee. Just inform the butler."

"Thank you, President Su!" the makeup artist beamed.

Meanwhile, in the study, Lin Xuan kept glancing toward the bedroom.

It’s been nearly an hour—why hasn’t Hua Bao come to find me yet?

He suddenly felt the urge to return to the bedroom and see what she was up to.

No.

Lin Xuan forced himself to focus on the computer.

Stay calm. Stay composed.

Su Hua, now fully glamorous, approached the study. When she opened the door, she found Lin Xuan at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as if coding—except the screen displayed nothing but gibberish.

She glided behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders and resting her chin lightly on one.

Lin Xuan’s body tensed instantly, his heart pounding wildly.

Su Hua murmured, "A-Xuan, today is the anniversary of the day we first met."

"Anniversary?" Lin Xuan frowned.

"Yes. You once said our first encounter was when I saved you from the lake. I had someone investigate—it was today."

Lin Xuan hadn’t given an exact date, and she hadn’t noted it at the time. Fortunately, her assassination records held the answer.

She had ordered her subordinates to sift through the archives of "Shang," the organization she once worked for, to pinpoint the exact day.

The team assigned to the task stared at the mountain of files: "..."

You’re the boss. You get to make the rules.

Shang’s records of past kills were endless—names and details filling an entire room.

The team scoured through them one by one, their eyes nearly giving out.

After seven sleepless days and nights, they finally found the entry.

Lin Xuan’s heart raced. He had to admit—Su Hua was incredibly meticulous about their shared history.

"A-Xuan," she purred, "do you want to know what surprise I’ve prepared for our anniversary?"

Her voice lingered, dripping with playful seduction.

"Yes."

His pulse quickened.

Given the way she spoke, this "surprise" probably wasn’t entirely innocent—but he couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation.

"First, stand up," Su Hua coaxed.

Lin Xuan obeyed, then turned at her prompting.

The moment he saw her, he froze.

She had actually worn the red dress they’d bought earlier.

And her makeup—it was unlike anything he’d seen on her before, radiating a sultry charm.

Noticing the awe in his gaze, Su Hua smiled faintly.

I wonder how he’ll react when I dance in this dress...

"A-Xuan, come with me."

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

Lin Xuan blinked in astonishment at the transformed space.

The room was adorned with flowers, the ceiling shimmering with artificial starlight. The lighting cast an intimate glow, and a plush carpet covered the floor—soft enough to roll around on.

Cough.

Lin Xuan cleared his throat, shaking off the thought.

Su Hua guided him to the sofa—the coffee table had been removed, leaving only the bed and the couch in the room.

Lin Xuan watched her curiously.

What is Hua Bao planning?

His gaze drifted involuntarily over her figure—the revealing neckline, the slender waist, the legs glowing under the light.

There was no denying it: this outfit was devastatingly alluring.

"A-Xuan," she called his name softly, then began to dance under the starlit canopy.

Clad in the red dress, her movements were fluid and hypnotic.

With each bend, the neckline teased a glimpse of her curves.

With each rise onto her toes, her waistline became impossibly defined.

With each sway of her hips, she exuded an intoxicating grace.

Her voluminous waves cascaded with every motion, tracing arcs in the air.

A smirk played on her lips as she moved—every gesture dripping with temptation, every pose designed to ensnare.

Her body was on full display—the narrow waist, the rounded hips, the long, flawless legs.

Every inch of her was a provocation, sending Lin Xuan’s nerves into overdrive.

Su Hua maintained eye contact as she danced, her gaze smoldering.

Lin Xuan couldn’t look away.

Wait—Hua Bao has always trained in martial arts. Since when did she learn to dance like this?

Her performance was bewitching—like a siren crafted solely to steal a man’s soul.