Lin Xuan wrapped his arm around Su Hua’s slender waist, pulling her closer as he raised an eyebrow and said, “Isn’t Hua Bao already a beauty? With you in my arms, this is what they call ‘a beauty in embrace.’”
“Then, A-Xuan, would you like this beauty to serve you? Or can you remain unmoved?” Su Hua’s delicate fingers traced Lin Xuan’s lips with suggestive intent.
A sudden sense of foreboding rose in Lin Xuan’s heart.
Damn!
Why did he feel like Hua Bao was about to do something to him?
Lin Xuan suddenly regretted his earlier boast to Lin Chang about having “a beauty in embrace”…
“A-Xuan,” Su Hua’s crimson lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, her breath warm and teasing, “If you can stay composed, I’ll give you three days off.”
“But if you can’t… then we’ll spend three days and nights together. How does that sound, A-Xuan?”
Lin Xuan: “!!!”
Three days and nights!
Was there even a choice?
Even if the sky fell, he’d have to endure it!
With that, Su Hua pushed Lin Xuan onto the sofa and began teasing him relentlessly.
Lin Xuan’s neck and chin were soon marked with faint bite marks from the woman.
His hands gripped the sofa tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands as he struggled to hold back.
Su Hua nipped at his lips and smirked. “A-Xuan, if you can’t take it anymore, just say the word. I’ll… satisfy you properly.”
Lin Xuan forced himself to reply, “Hua Bao, it’s fine. I can handle it. Go ahead.”
Su Hua’s lips curved into a smile.
A-Xuan really had impressive self-control.
Then she’d make sure he was utterly consumed by her teasing.
She’d read that men shouldn’t be satisfied too easily—otherwise, they’d quickly grow bored of a woman.
She needed to play her cards right to keep A-Xuan obsessed with her, leaving no room for thoughts of other women.
Half an hour later…
Lin Xuan was still holding on, drenched in sweat as if he’d been dunked in water.
Su Hua’s lips hovered by his ear as she murmured lazily, “A-Xuan really is a gentleman who can resist temptation.”
Lin Xuan shot her a resentful look.
What gentleman?
He already adored Hua Bao, and with her acting like a seductive vixen, teasing him mercilessly, it was nearly impossible for a healthy man to resist.
He’d wanted to pounce on her long ago.
But he was terrified of the promised “three days and nights.”
To protect his kidneys, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure.
Su Hua straightened up, smoothing her clothes with a playful glint in her eyes as she looked at Lin Xuan’s frustrated expression. “A-Xuan, you’ll have to take care of the rest yourself.”
Lin Xuan, unable to hold back any longer, bolted up and rushed to the bathroom upstairs.
After Su Hua left, she downed several glasses of water to suppress her own rising desire.
Truthfully, she’d been close to losing control too—otherwise, she wouldn’t have pulled away from A-Xuan so quickly.
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Starlight Group Chairman’s Office
Lin Chang clutched his unsettled chest.
Lin Xuan had sounded so serious—had something really happened?
After hanging up, he frowned at Lin Qingwan. “What’s going on?”
“Dad, the hotel is in trouble,” Lin Qingwan said, her face ashen.
“The hotel?” Lin Chang’s brow furrowed. “Wasn’t that issue already resolved? How could there still be problems?”
Lin Qingwan knew the situation was beyond salvage. Instead of explaining, she said weakly, “Dad, just check Weibo first.”
A glance at Weibo would make everything clear.
Hearing this, Lin Chang quickly opened Weibo.
The top trending topic read: Starlight Group’s Shocking Reversal
Lin Chang’s frown deepened.
What reversal?
Was this about the false accusations against Starlight Group, or…
Considering Lin Qingwan’s expression, if it were just slander, she wouldn’t look so grim.
A dreadful suspicion crept into his mind.
With trembling hands, he clicked into the post—only to find two videos.
The first video displayed nine surveillance screens.
Lin Chang froze.
This was footage from their hotel!
The central screen showed a hotel manager directing staff.
“Hurry up! We need to replace everything fast!”
“The chairman ordered us to change all the bedsheets and towels immediately. If we’re slow and something happens, we’ll pay for it!”
“Move it! Faster!” the manager urged.
Lin Chang’s face paled.
Hadn’t he specifically ordered all rooms to be checked for hidden cameras?
Why…
Why had this footage leaked?
This was undeniable proof of Starlight Group’s deception!
And there was a second video…
Lin Chang had a sinking feeling it would be another damning blow.
He clicked play.
“The bedsheets and towels aren’t dirty—no need to change them. That’s what the manager told me, said it saves money.”
A hotel cleaner was speaking to a Starlight Group employee, their voices crystal clear.
“I don’t care about the rest. I’m here to offer you 300,000 yuan. You’ll publicly claim this was your own laziness, unrelated to the hotel.”
The cleaner hesitated before taking the money.
“Fine. I’ll record a statement for you.”
The comments below were scathing.
—Starlight Group really thinks we’re fools, huh? So much for ‘competitors framing them’—turns out they’re the ones faking it!
—Starlight Group, you’re disgusting. I’d rather sleep on the street than stay at your hotels.
—I’m boycotting all Starlight Group products from now on.
—Damn it! I should’ve known. With all their scandals—land grabs, substandard construction—how could I ever believe their lies?
Lin Chang’s veins bulged as he read.
“Ah—!” He hurled his phone to the ground.
With a sharp crack, his brand-new phone shattered.
Bracing himself against the desk, his eyes bloodshot, he roared at Lin Qingwan, “Lin Qingwan!”
“How could you let this happen? The bed replacements, the bribes—how were all these exposed?!”
Lin Qingwan hung her head. “Dad, I don’t know. I was so careful…”
She had no idea how these recordings had surfaced.
Then Lin Chang remembered Lin Xuan’s words—telling him to check online.
Damn it.
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