Jiang Yutong found herself stuck in an awkward position—she couldn’t just leave without saying anything, fearing it would leave a bad impression on Lin Xuan. So she gritted her teeth and stayed seated on the couch, pulling out her phone to distract herself.
But the occasional sounds of kissing between the two of them kept drifting into Jiang Yutong’s ears. At this point, she wished she were deaf.
Though her eyes were glued to her phone, her mind was elsewhere, consumed by a single thought:
When will this end?
Why is time moving so slowly?
How much longer do they plan to keep this up?
Finally, after ten agonizing minutes, Lin Xuan pulled away from Su Hua’s lips.
“Hua Bao,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. “Compared to watermelon, your lips are so much sweeter.”
Jiang Yutong: “…”
Seriously, could you two tone it down? There’s an outsider here!
She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d unwittingly become part of this couple’s little game.
Little did she know, Su Hua and Lin Xuan were putting on this show for her specifically.
Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents. “A-Xuan really knows how to sweet-talk.”
Not that she minded.
Seeing the smile on Su Hua’s face, Lin Xuan let out a quiet sigh of relief.
This crisis should be resolved now, right?
His gaze shifted back to Jiang Yutong, taking in her visibly uncomfortable expression. Awkwardly, he rubbed his nose.
Normally, he preferred keeping intimate moments with Hua Bao private—he wasn’t fond of putting on a show for others. But to reassure her and, well, protect his kidneys, he’d gone all out this time.
“Miss Jiang, what was it you wanted to say earlier?” Lin Xuan asked.
“Nothing important,” Jiang Yutong waved her hand dismissively. “Mr. Lin, something urgent just came up at my company. I’ll take my leave now—we can talk another time.”
She grabbed her bag from the couch and bolted.
There was no way she was staying a second longer.
She’d had enough of this dog food.
As for proposing to Lin Xuan that he become her younger brother… that could wait for another day.
What Jiang Yutong didn’t realize was that her earlier words had completely misled Su Hua and Lin Xuan into thinking she had feelings for him.
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Outside the meeting room, Lei Hui watched Jiang Yutong’s retreating figure with confusion.
Why does it look like Miss Jiang is fleeing in a panic?
What on earth happened in there to make her leave in such a hurry?
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Back inside the meeting room, Su Hua had Lin Xuan pinned against the couch.
Lin Xuan swallowed hard as he stared up at the petite woman looming over him. “Hua Bao, don’t misunderstand—I’ve always kept my distance from her.”
He hadn’t even realized Jiang Yutong might like him until today.
But her words earlier had been way too ambiguous.
“A-Xuan really is popular with the ladies, isn’t he?” Su Hua’s slender fingers traced his cheek.
She had to admit, A-Xuan’s face was unfairly handsome. It was no wonder women kept throwing themselves at him.
Maybe the only solution was locking him up… or disfiguring him a little. That’d keep the vultures away.
Lin Xuan immediately sensed the danger in the air.
Trembling, he raised two fingers in a solemn vow. “Hua Bao, I’ll minimize contact with Jiang Yutong from now on.”
“Besides, she’s my cousin—nothing could ever happen between us.”
Su Hua’s aura turned even frostier.
Her eyes landed on the invitation Jiang Yutong had brought.
A-Xuan was supposed to attend Lin Li’s recognition banquet. Once Lin Li’s identity was exposed, the Jiang family would learn that A-Xuan was the one they should’ve acknowledged all along.
On top of that, A-Xuan had saved Grandpa Jiang’s life twice.
The Jiangs would undoubtedly shower him with affection, desperate to bring him back into the family.
They would steal him from her.
A-Xuan’s heart would have to make room for them, leaving less space for her.
And there was nothing she could do to stop it…
“A-Xuan,” Su Hua’s voice dripped with quiet menace, “in ancient times, it was perfectly normal for cousins to marry.”
“So, you and Jiang Yutong aren’t completely impossible.”
If Lin Xuan had been drinking water, he would’ve spat it out.
A jealous woman truly has no logic.
Su Hua was furious, her emotions boiling over. Needing an outlet, she crushed her lips against his.
One thought flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind:
My kidneys are doomed.
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Lei Hui returned with documents requiring Lin Xuan’s signature.
The moment he pushed the door open, he was met with the sight of Su Hua straddling Lin Xuan on the couch, their lips locked.
Lei Hui: “!!!”
Holy—!
What am I witnessing?!
Lin Xuan seized the chance to break free from Su Hua’s passionate assault.
“Hua Bao, someone’s here! Uncle Lei probably needs us for something—let’s pause for now.”
Lei Hui: “…”
Did I just interrupt the boss and President Su’s… session?
He hastily waved his hands. “President Su, Boss, it’s nothing urgent! Please, carry on—I’ll just… go.”
With that, Lei Hui turned on his heel and ran.
Lin Xuan: “!!!”
Really?! You’re just gonna leave me here?!
“A-Xuan,” Su Hua purred, her fingers trailing over his lips, “he’s gone now. We can continue.”
“Come to think of it, we’ve never tried this in your office before.”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Should we… test it out today?”
Lin Xuan: “Hua Bao, I—”
He hesitated. If he refused now, especially after the Jiang Yutong incident, Su Hua would definitely overthink things.
A jealous woman is impossible to appease.
“…Fine. Let’s try it,” Lin Xuan conceded through gritted teeth.
“A-Xuan has been working so hard lately,” Su Hua teased, her tone playful. “Just lie back and let this servant take care of you.”
This servant…?
Is Hua Bao roleplaying as a brothel girl again?!
Last time she did this, it ended in a seven-day marathon.
I’m doomed.
When will these damn peach-blossom misfortunes stop haunting me?!
He couldn’t see Jiang Yutong again before the recognition banquet.
Afterward, once she knew the truth about his identity, she’d surely drop any romantic notions.
“Master just needs to relax and enjoy,” Su Hua whispered before sealing his lips with hers.
Their kiss deepened, passionate and unrestrained.
But given how exhausted Lin Xuan had been these past few days—and how frequently they’d been at it—Su Hua held back, limiting herself to just kissing this time.
Even so, those fifteen minutes were enough to leave Lin Xuan breathless and aching.
Just as he thought she’d take things further, Su Hua suddenly nipped his lower lip.
Lin Xuan hissed in pain.
Satisfied with the love mark she’d left, Su Hua smirked and climbed off him.
Lin Xuan blinked in confusion.
That’s it?
Hua Bao usually drags me through two or three rounds before she’s satisfied.
Su Hua arched a brow.
“What’s wrong, A-Xuan? Were you hoping for more?”
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