Upstairs in the bedroom,
A stunning woman stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the car drive away, a faint smile flickering in her eyes.
She had just been reviewing the surveillance footage and overheard the conversation between Butler Wang and Ah Xuan.
Ah Xuan seemed quite pleased.
Perhaps from now on, she wouldn’t have to secretly train or drink those tonic soups just to satisfy that strange competitive streak. Letting Ah Xuan win might make him more enthusiastic about their intimate moments.
That way, she could lure him into bed more often.
A glimmer of light shimmered in Su Hua’s eyes.
Meanwhile,
Lin Xuan arrived at Skyline Group.
Lei Hui was still in a meeting with his subordinates when his secretary entered the office and said respectfully, "General Manager, the boss is here. He’s in his office now."
Lei Hui froze, then instinctively asked, "What’s the date today?"
"The 19th," the secretary replied.
"And when was the last time the boss came to the company?" Lei Hui pressed.
After a quick calculation, the secretary answered, "The 10th."
"That’s unusual," Lei Hui muttered, stroking his chin. "The boss used to come less than once a month, but this month alone, he’s been here three times."
This didn’t align with their boss’s usual temperament.
Had he turned over a new leaf? Was he finally taking the company seriously?
Lei Hui closed the file in his hands. "Let’s end the meeting here. Dismissed."
Even though the boss had been visiting more frequently this month, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t revert to his old habits and disappear for another month. Lei Hui wasn’t about to let him off the hook so easily.
Returning to his office, Lei Hui grabbed a stack of documents he’d prepared earlier and headed straight for Lin Xuan’s office.
When he entered, Lin Xuan was reclining with his eyes closed, feigning rest.
"You’re here," Lin Xuan said weakly. "Bring the documents over."
Once he finished handling them, he could finally catch up on sleep.
The only reason he wasn’t already in bed was that he’d been waiting for Lei Hui.
"Right away, boss!"
Lei Hui expertly placed the pile of files in front of Lin Xuan.
Picking up a pen, Lin Xuan began flipping through them.
Noticing Lin Xuan’s bloodshot eyes and dark circles, Lei Hui couldn’t help but ask, "Boss, haven’t you been sleeping well these past few days? Your eyes look exhausted."
Lin Xuan shot him a resentful glance.
He really hadn’t been resting well.
With a certain temptress constantly luring him into bed, he could barely get up, let alone enjoy a full night’s sleep.
Even after a ten-hour nap following their last session, he still felt utterly drained.
But this was a matter of masculine pride—Lin Xuan would never admit it to Lei Hui.
"Yeah, I’ve had some insomnia lately. Not sleeping well," Lin Xuan brushed it off with a casual excuse before returning to the documents.
He was too tired. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could rest.
Then Lei Hui remembered the tonic recipes he’d gotten from his secretary.
With the boss finally in the office today, he had to find a way to share those remedies—without bruising his ego.
His eyes lit up with an idea.
"So, boss, how are things between you and President Su these days?"
"Good. Really good," Lin Xuan replied.
Ever since his memories returned and he cleared the air with Hua Bao, she had become even more clingy—and spoiled.
The only things that hadn’t changed were her possessiveness and her enthusiasm for their bedroom activities.
"Boss, President Su is gorgeous, with a killer figure, and as the head of Su Corporation, she’s got no shortage of admirers. If you’re not careful, some other guy might sweep her off her feet. You’ve got to keep her heart firmly on you," Lei Hui advised earnestly.
Lin Xuan’s expression darkened. "Her heart belongs only to me. No one else could ever take her away."
If that day ever came, he’d kill the man without hesitation.
That would bring Hua Bao back to him.
Not that such a scenario was possible.
Lei Hui gave him a skeptical look.
Was his boss really that confident?
Even the most passionate couples could grow tired of each other eventually.
"Of course, President Su is completely devoted to you," Lei Hui nodded.
"But, boss, wouldn’t you like to make your relationship even stronger?"
Lin Xuan kept his head down, scribbling away at the documents.
He thought their relationship was already perfect. What more could they need?
Lei Hui pressed on. "Boss, the key to keeping a woman’s heart is making sure she’s happy."
Lin Xuan ignored him, still focused on his work.
"And to make a woman happy, aside from emotional fulfillment, you’ve got to excite her in bed."
Lin Xuan’s pen paused mid-stroke. He looked up. "How do you excite her?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he shook his head.
Why was he even asking?
If Hua Bao got even more excited, she’d want even more from him—and his back and kidneys would suffer even more.
Lei Hui grinned. "To excite a woman in bed, the man’s got to be strong."
Lin Xuan nodded in agreement.
That was true.
Whenever he was vigorous, Hua Bao got especially worked up.
"And besides strength, endurance is crucial. Master those two, and you’re unbeatable," Lei Hui declared confidently.
Again, Lin Xuan nodded.
Absolutely right!
Lei Hui pulled out his phone and forwarded a pre-prepared message to Lin Xuan.
"What did you just send me?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled, as he reached for his phone.
Lei Hui smiled. "A recipe for a potent tonic."
Then he clarified, "To be precise, it’s a tonic to enhance a man’s… performance."
Lin Xuan frowned and withdrew his hand.
"Uncle Lei, I don’t need this. I’m already plenty capable," he said firmly.
Lei Hui gave him a knowing look.
You’re capable?
Boss, are you sure about that?
Finishing in under twenty minutes wasn’t exactly impressive.
But he understood—his boss’s pride was at stake. Denial was only natural.
"Boss, with your combat skills, of course you’re strong. I’m not saying you’re not. I’m just suggesting you could be even stronger."
He continued promoting the tonic recipe he’d gotten from his secretary. "This really works, boss. You should give it a try."
Lin Xuan maintained a stoic expression and returned to his paperwork.
Lei Hui sighed in disappointment.
Seemed like the boss wasn’t interested. Oh well.
He could only hope President Su wouldn’t grow tired of his inadequacies and seek satisfaction elsewhere.

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