"We are Boss Su's bodyguards," they said, presenting a property deed and a set of keys. "This is the key to Villa No. 8 in Linhai. It has already been transferred under Mr. Wang's name. Boss Su said this is your reward. Additionally, the monthly property fees will be automatically deducted from Boss Su's account—no need for you to worry about them."
The surrounding students were stunned.
"Linhai Villa! One of my wealthy relatives lives there. The properties there are worth 80 million! And Boss Su just gifted an 80-million-villa to Wang Dahe? What kind of insane luck does he have?"
"What did Wang Dahe even do to deserve this?"
Wang Dahe took the keys and property deed in a daze.
Could it be because of the video he sent to Boss Su? Did she really reward him with a villa just for that?
Hugging the thigh of his brother's wife—this feeling was amazing!
In the car, the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.
Lin Xuan's mind raced.
Hua's mood had just improved earlier, so why did her face look stormy again now?
He desperately tried to think of a solution.
The driver had already started the car. With Boss Su in a bad mood, he didn’t dare ask where she and Young Master Lin wanted to go, but he assumed it was back to Night Garden.
Without consulting Su Hua, he silently drove toward Night Garden.
Halfway there, Lin Xuan nervously spoke up. "Hua, I really didn’t know she would come to confess to me. I swear, I have zero interest in her."
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
Of course, she knew Xuan would never betray her.
But she couldn’t help it—every time she saw another woman coveting him, she had this overwhelming urge to lock him away.
That way, no one else could see or touch him. No one else could even think about stealing him from her.
Lin Xuan noticed Su Hua’s icy expression, her restraint barely holding back something darker.
Gritting his teeth, he made a decision.
If he wanted to keep his kidneys intact, he had to take the initiative.
"Hua," Lin Xuan called out softly.
Su Hua lifted her gaze to meet his.
Lin Xuan’s large hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her face toward him. His lips crashed onto hers, capturing her soft, red mouth in a searing kiss.
The driver, focused on the road, hadn’t noticed the commotion in the backseat—so he hadn’t lowered the privacy partition.
Su Hua froze for a second, blinking at the sudden closeness of his handsome face.
Lin Xuan murmured against her lips, "Hua, focus."
Su Hua closed her eyes, surrendering to the kiss.
The temperature in the air rose rapidly.
Su Hua’s hands weakly clung to Lin Xuan’s shoulders as their bodies grew hotter, pressed tightly together.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
The driver suddenly erupted into a violent coughing fit, his throat unbearably itchy. The hacking continued for nearly a minute, completely shattering the intimate moment.
Su Hua’s sharp, frosty glare shot toward the driver.
Finally catching his breath, the driver stammered an apology. "Miss, Young Master Lin, I—I don’t know what came over me. My throat just… acted up. I hope I didn’t disturb you."
Su Hua’s gaze remained icy.
Lin Xuan bit back a laugh at her disgruntled expression.
Admittedly, seeing Hua flustered was kind of amusing.
The driver, sensing an oppressive chill from behind, frowned in confusion.
Why was it suddenly so cold?
As they stopped at a red light, he risked a glance in the rearview mirror.
Holy—!!!
His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
Miss and Young Master Lin were tangled together, their hair disheveled. Miss’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and glistening.
They had clearly been kissing.
And then he remembered his coughing—and the deathly aura radiating from the backseat.
Oh no.
He had interrupted them.
His monthly bonus was doomed.
"Miss, Young Master Lin, please… continue!"
He hastily lowered the partition, praying they would pick up where they left off.
More importantly, Boss Su had been furious earlier after seeing that woman confess to Young Master Lin. If he didn’t fix this, his job might be on the line.
The moment they arrived at Night Garden, the driver scrambled out of the car like his life depended on it.
Inside the car, Su Hua straddled Lin Xuan’s lap.
Lin Xuan’s body was tense.
"Hua," he said hoarsely, "we’re at Night Garden. Let’s go inside first."
"No rush." Su Hua’s slender fingers trailed teasingly down his chest.
Lin Xuan swallowed hard.
He’d thought kissing her earlier had calmed her down, but clearly, she wasn’t done with him yet.
"Hua," he murmured, one arm circling her waist. Even through her clothes, he could feel the heat of her skin.
He took a deep breath. "Your period is coming soon. You should rest—no more distractions, okay?"
"I was planning to go easy on you this week, Xuan," Su Hua whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "But you just had to misbehave again, didn’t you? Attracting attention like some pretty little butterfly."
"If you’re not going to behave, then you’ll have to accept your punishment."
Lin Xuan felt a wave of resignation.
There was no escaping this.
"Fine," he sighed. "But let’s at least go inside."
"Xuan," Su Hua purred, her lips grazing his, "it’s been so long since we’ve done it in the car."
Her fingers toyed with the buttons of her qipao. "How about we try it here today?"
Lin Xuan knew there was no talking her out of it.
"Whatever you want, Hua."
A satisfied smile curled her lips as she guided his hands to the first button.
"Then be a good boy and help me take this off."
Lin Xuan obediently undid each button, letting the qipao slip from her body, revealing her flawless figure.
After weeks of recovery, the scars from her past injuries had completely faded.
Her skin was smooth as jade, her body nothing short of breathtaking.
P.S. A short drama is out now! If you're interested, check out:
"Wrong Love: Snatched by the Beautiful, Obsessive Boss"
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