Su Hua's beautiful eyes shimmered with amusement upon hearing Jiang Qing's words.
She closed the file and said to Huo Shen, "I have matters to attend to now. You may leave first. Leave this document here—we’ll review it another time. If there are any issues, I’ll contact you."
"Understood," Huo Shen nodded.
Jiang Qing knew Huo Shen had always harbored feelings for Su Hua. Even after learning Su Hua had a boyfriend, the way he looked at her remained unsettling.
The relationship between President Su and Young Master Lin couldn’t tolerate any interference.
Jiang Qing’s eyes flickered before she asked, "President Su, are you going to meet Young Master Lin next?"
"Yes," Su Hua’s red lips curved upward. "I’m heading to the university to see him."
Huo Shen, who had been walking toward the office door, paused mid-step at her words. His expression darkened instantly.
Hua’er was dismissing him just to go see Lin Xuan?
His fists clenched tightly.
In the past, she had always prioritized work, often skipping meals to handle business matters.
Now, she hadn’t come to the company for days, and after just a few hours of work, she was abandoning it again to run off to Lin Xuan.
Had her feelings for Lin Xuan really reached such depths?
Jiang Qing chuckled. "President Su, it’s only been a few hours apart, and you already miss him?"
Su Hua smirked. "Indeed. I wish I could cling to A’Xuan every moment."
At the thought, she frowned slightly.
Perhaps having a child wouldn’t be so bad. She could hand the company over to them and then enjoy a carefree life with A’Xuan.
"President Su, ever since Young Master Lin appeared, you’ve stopped noticing other men. A few sweet words from him make you happy, while no effort from others earns even a glance."
Jiang Qing stole a glance at Huo Shen’s expression—unsurprisingly, it had turned downright grim.
Meanwhile, the mere mention of Lin Xuan filled Su Hua’s eyes with warmth.
Huo Shen strode out of the office without another word.
Jiang Qing watched his retreating figure and raised an eyebrow.
That man was probably still scheming to take Huo Shen’s place. Too bad he’d never succeed.
She wasn’t worried about much—only that Huo Shen might resort to underhanded tactics to sabotage President Su and Lin Xuan’s relationship.
From what she knew of him, Huo Shen was the type to stop at nothing to get what he wanted.
But if he dared lay a finger on Young Master Lin, even his past act of saving President Su’s life wouldn’t spare him from her wrath.
The chauffeur drove Su Hua to Shangqing University.
"Isn’t that President Su?" Some students gasped in excitement. "She must be here for Lin Xuan!"
"Obviously! Even though she’s a shareholder at Shangqing, she could easily delegate university affairs to subordinates. If not for Lin Xuan, she’d never step foot here."
A male student sighed wistfully. "Lin Xuan is so lucky to have won President Su’s heart."
What kind of fortune had he accumulated in past lives to deserve this?
The student felt no jealousy—only admiration. Lin Xuan was handsome, talented, and naturally worthy of Su Hua’s affection.
Someone as ordinary as himself would never catch her eye.
Su Hua walked straight into the small villa where Lin Xuan stayed on campus.
Careful not to wake him, she moved quietly.
She sat by his bedside, watching his sleeping face with tender amusement.
A’Xuan must be exhausted.
Then again, after eight straight days tangled in bed together, fatigue was inevitable.
She decided to let him rest for the next few days.
If the intensity kept up, she worried he might develop a phobia—or worse, harm his health.
Su Hua lingered beside him, but soon drowsiness overtook her too.
She lay down beside him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and neck, clinging to him with utter dependence.
Lin Xuan slept so soundly he didn’t even notice the extra warmth in his bed.
Outside the villa, Professor Chen had just finished his lecture and was now lying in wait.
The moment Lin Xuan stepped out, he planned to pounce and ask for help with a computer science problem.
The scorching heat didn’t deter him—he fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, eyes laser-focused on the villa’s entrance, afraid to blink lest Lin Xuan slip away unnoticed.
Back in the bedroom, Lin Xuan instinctively pulled Su Hua closer as he sensed her soft warmth.
They slept entwined for over two hours.
Su Hua woke first. Propping her head up with one hand, she lay on her side, tracing her fingers lightly over Lin Xuan’s eyes, nose, and lips.
Her red lips curved, her gaze brimming with adoration.
"A’Xuan," she murmured.
"Thank goodness for you."
Without him, she’d be nothing but an emotionless husk.
In the past, only killing had stirred excitement in her.
But after meeting A’Xuan, she discovered something even more exhilarating—being with him.
Especially when they became one, she felt their inseparability most intensely.
He was her salvation.
With him, she knew joy. Without him, life lost all meaning.
She watched him in silence for another ten minutes before he finally stirred awake.
The sight of Su Hua’s face startled him.
"H-Hua’er?! What are you doing here?" Lin Xuan’s eyes widened.
Shouldn’t she be at Night Garden or the office?
Su Hua rolled atop him, pinning him beneath her.
Her delicate brows arched playfully. "That reaction—do I scare you?"
"Of course not!" he blurted. "I just woke up and wasn’t expecting you, so it caught me off guard."
Her smirk deepened. "I thought maybe I’d worn you out in bed."
No way he’d admit to that.
Lin Xuan scoffed. "Hua’er, I’m a man. Stamina and endurance are my strengths. If you’re not afraid, why would I be?"
She raised a brow but said nothing.
"Hua’er, why did you come?" he redirected.
Su Hua toyed with the buttons on his shirt. "I missed you, so here I am. The company can wait—you’re far more important."
"A’Xuan, you’ve slept for hours. Still tired?"

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