Huo Shen watched as Su Hua and Lin Xuan interacted intimately, as if no one else was around, his eyes burning with jealousy.
He knew Lin Xuan was doing this on purpose—flaunting his relationship with Hua'er right in front of him!
But there was nothing he could do. Given how much Su Hua cared for Lin Xuan now, if he dared to confront him, he’d only leave a bad impression on her.
Worse, she might even transfer him away from the company headquarters.
He had to keep his composure. He couldn’t give Lin Xuan any leverage.
Su Hua’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she waited for Lin Xuan’s next "move."
Lin Xuan took an oyster into his mouth, then cupped the back of Su Hua’s head, pressing his lips to hers and transferring the oyster into her mouth.
A flicker of satisfaction flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
She loved the "action" Xuan had promised.
Once done, Lin Xuan finally pulled away.
Huo Shen’s gaze was locked onto them, dark and unrelenting.
Lin Xuan raised a brow. "President Huo, why have you stopped again? Even though I’m feeding Hua’er, we can multitask—eating while listening to your report."
"Go on, don’t worry about us losing focus on your matters."
Huo Shen’s expression darkened further.
How dare Lin Xuan order him around like this!
Su Hua spoke up. "Xuan and I are one. His words are my words. Continue with your report."
"Yes, President Su."
Gritting his teeth, Huo Shen resumed his work presentation.
His delivery was smooth and well-structured.
Lin Xuan arched a brow.
Huo Shen had some competence, but it wasn’t enough to impress Hua’er.
With him around, how could Su Hua ever settle for someone like Huo Shen?
She wasn’t blind.
The report was lengthy, taking considerable time.
By now, Su Hua and Lin Xuan had finished eating. Lin Xuan carried Su Hua to the desk and sat down with her in his arms.
With a smirk, he said, "President Huo, don’t mind us. Hua’er and I were apart for three hours—we missed each other, so we’re being a little affectionate. Hope it doesn’t disrupt your work."
"Don’t worry, Young Master Lin. My self-control is quite strong," Huo Shen bit out, each word deliberate.
"Glad to hear it." Lin Xuan chuckled before adding, "Then, President Huo, carry on."
"Understood."
Huo Shen suppressed his fury once more.
Lin Xuan tightened his hold on Su Hua and murmured, "Hua’er, you were too tempting at noon. I couldn’t hold back—got a little too rough and lasted longer than usual. Is your waist sore?"
"Let me massage it for you. It’ll help you relax."
Without a care for their audience, Lin Xuan began kneading Su Hua’s slender waist.
She closed her eyes, savoring the touch.
Huo Shen clenched his fists.
The managers in the company group chat had mentioned Su Hua was resting. But from Lin Xuan’s words, they hadn’t just been sleeping.
His gaze flickered to Su Hua’s face.
She had stepped out of the shower less than twenty minutes ago. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes glistening, her hair slightly damp.
She looked exactly like someone who had just bathed—and been thoroughly loved.
Had they been together in the shower?
Huo Shen couldn’t stop himself from pausing again, his stare boring into the couple.
Lin Xuan noticed immediately. "President Huo, didn’t you just boast about your self-control? And yet, here you are, stopping again. Doesn’t seem very composed to me."
Jiang Qing entered with coffee, catching Lin Xuan’s remark.
She raised a brow.
Wasn’t Young Master Lin twisting the knife at this point?
No denying it—he was downright ruthless.
She set a cup of coffee in front of Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
"President Su, Young Master Lin, I only brewed one cup. You can share." Jiang Qing bowed politely.
She would’ve loved to stay and watch the drama unfold, but she had no excuse to linger. Reluctantly, she left.
"It’s nothing." Huo Shen took a deep breath, forcing down his rage. "I just got lost in thought for a moment."
He resumed his report.
When he finally finished, he said respectfully, "President Su, that covers everything."
"Regarding the specifics of this project, I believe we should discuss it further." He glanced at Lin Xuan pointedly.
"Mm."
Su Hua and Huo Shen delved into the overseas business details, their conversation peppered with industry jargon.
After a while, Huo Shen turned to Lin Xuan with feigned concern. "Young Master Lin, these matters might be a bit complex for you. If you’re bored, perhaps you could scroll through your phone?"
Lin Xuan smirked.
So this was why Huo Shen had chosen this moment to show up. Despite being subjected to their affectionate display, he still refused to leave—because he wanted to flaunt his expertise in front of him, to highlight the gap between him and Su Hua.
But Huo Shen’s plan was doomed to fail.
Lin Xuan lacked many things—but never money or time. And he had a photographic memory.
He’d already reviewed all these materials back in his private space.
Nothing Huo Shen said could stump him.
"No need, President Huo. I’m not bored at all." Lin Xuan grinned. "I have Hua’er in my arms, after all. Besides, I understand everything you’re saying."
"You understand?" Huo Shen frowned, skepticism clear.
In his eyes, Lin Xuan was nothing but a pretty-faced freeloader. The rise of Skyveil Group was entirely Su Hua’s doing.
There was no way Lin Xuan could grasp these overseas business intricacies—he probably couldn’t even answer basic questions about his own company.
"You don’t believe me?" Lin Xuan challenged.
"Young Master Lin, I’ll admit you’re skilled in computing. But business is a different beast. One misstep can be catastrophic. The worst thing is pretending to know what you don’t." Huo Shen’s tone was polite, but his words carried a sharp edge.
"Very true." Lin Xuan nodded. "But President Huo, you seem to have forgotten—Skyveil Group is now under my name. In just over a year, it’s grown to what it is today. Doesn’t that prove my business acumen?"
Huo Shen scoffed inwardly.
Skyveil’s success was all thanks to Su Hua.
And now Lin Xuan had the audacity to take credit?
Lin Xuan knew Huo Shen didn’t believe him.
Fine. Today, he’d make him eat his words.
He’d prove, beyond doubt, that he was worthy of Su Hua—that they were the most perfect match in the world.
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