Lin Xuan: "!!!"
So that's how it is!
Meanwhile,
The waiter held the bank card with a puzzled expression. "I've never seen this type of bank card before?"
From a distance, the restaurant manager caught sight of the card in the waiter's hand.
Why does it look so much like the ultra-exclusive black card, of which only five exist worldwide?
Shaking his head at the thought, he dismissed it.
No way—how could one of those legendary cards, reserved for the world's top five wealthiest individuals, end up in their modest, unremarkable restaurant with its average prices?
Out of curiosity, the manager approached.
"Let me see that card," he instructed.
"Here you go, Manager," the waiter handed it over.
The moment the manager got a clear look, his pupils constricted in shock.
It really was the black card!
One of only five in the world!
His hand trembled slightly.
"Who does this card belong to?" he asked urgently.
"That woman over there," the waiter pointed toward Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
For transactions under a million, the black card didn’t require a PIN. After swiping it, the manager strode over to Su Hua and Lin Xuan with reverence.
He presented the card to Su Hua with both hands. "Miss, your card. Please keep it safe."
"Mm." Su Hua nodded, then casually handed it to Lin Xuan.
"Bǎobǎo, what are you—?" Lin Xuan was bewildered.
Su Hua smirked. "Letting my husband manage the money."
Husband...
Lin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Hearing Su Hua call him "husband" was unexpectedly sweet.
"After we marry, I’ll transfer all my assets to you, Xuan," Su Hua murmured by his ear, her red lips brushing close.
Lin Xuan’s chest swelled with warmth.
But wait—
Hold on!
Wasn’t it usually the man who gave betrothal gifts and the woman who managed finances?
Why was it the opposite for him and Su Hua?
"Bǎobǎo, are you getting this backward? Shouldn’t I be the one handing my money to you?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Xuan, between you and me, there’s no ‘yours’ or ‘mine,’" Su Hua replied, her eyes curving into crescents.
The truth was, she loved the feeling of being taken care of by Lin Xuan—hence letting him handle the money.
Lin Xuan nodded.
Fair enough.
It didn’t matter who managed their finances.
Nearby, the manager rubbed his stomach.
He hadn’t even eaten yet, but he already felt full.
These young people—flaunting their love without a care for this old man’s wellbeing.
As Lin Xuan took Su Hua’s hand to leave, the manager hurried over, oozing flattery.
"Miss, sir, the exit is this way. Allow me to escort you."
Lin Xuan shot him a glance.
Was this manager being overly enthusiastic?
At the restaurant entrance, the manager watched Lin Xuan and Su Hua step into their car, sighing in admiration.
"The aura of the ultra-wealthy really is something else."
Maybe it was his bias talking, but there was an undeniable nobility about them—an elegance he couldn’t quite put into words.
When he returned inside, a waiter approached, frowning.
"Manager," the waiter asked, "was there something special about them? You treated them differently."
The manager replied, "Do you know what kind of card they used?"
"What card?" the waiter asked, intrigued.
The manager’s voice dropped to a hushed awe.
"That was the black card. One of only five in the world—reserved for the top five richest people on the planet."
"Damn, that’s insane."
The waiter's mouth hung open so wide it could almost fit an entire duck egg.
Tsk.
To think they were not only filthy rich but also ridiculously good-looking.
Life really isn’t fair.
Sigh.
The waiter let out a long sigh.
After leaving the restaurant,
the two of them went to catch a movie and then strolled through the night market like any ordinary couple.
Their bodyguards, not wanting to kill the mood, kept a discreet distance.
As they walked,
plenty of passersby couldn’t help but steal glances,
marveling at what an impossibly attractive pair they made.
At one point, a talent scout spotted them, eyes lighting up, and stepped right into their path.
"Miss, sir, have you ever considered acting? I’m from Haichen Media. If you sign with us, I guarantee you’ll be overnight sensations!"
With looks like theirs, fame was practically inevitable.
Wow.
This was the jackpot.
"Sir, miss, what do you say? Take some time to think it over. If you hit it big, a single drama could earn you tens of millions. Add endorsements, and you’d easily clear a hundred million a year," the scout gushed, oozing flattery.
Becoming a celebrity meant money, fame, and adoration—a dream few ordinary people could resist.
The scout was confident they’d sign.
But to his shock, Lin Xuan shut him down without hesitation. "Not interested."
The scout froze.
He actually refused!
"Sir, please reconsider. The perks are endless. With your looks, our company would prioritize you—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The scout pressed on relentlessly.
Lin Xuan grew impatient.
With a quick gesture,
two bodyguards emerged from the crowd and gripped the scout’s shoulders.
The scout’s eyes bulged. "What are you doing? It’s broad daylight! I just offered you a shot at stardom—I didn’t do anything wrong! What’s this about?"
The man was a chatterbox, words tumbling out nonstop.
Rubbing his temples, Lin Xuan said, "My name is Lin Xuan. Look me up online later—you’ll understand."
"Take him away. Just keep him far from me and Hua Bao," he ordered.
"Yes, Young Master Lin."
The bodyguards promptly escorted the scout over 500 meters away.
Frowning hard, the scout muttered,
"Lin Xuan?
That name sounds familiar… Where have I heard it before?"
Once released, the scout—parched from all that talking—bought a bottle of water and gulped it down.
Pulling out his phone, he searched "Lin Xuan" on Baidu.
The search results popped up.
"Pfft—!" The scout spat out his water.
He was the head of Tianmu Group!
No wonder he had zero interest in acting.
Wait—since when did CEOs look this good?!
Meanwhile, Su Hua and Lin Xuan continued their stroll through the bustling night market.
The crowd was thick,
and knowing Su Hua disliked being jostled, Lin Xuan shielded her in his arms.
(My fingers ache from too much typing—I need wrist guards now, waaah. Send hugs.)
Thanks for the gifts, little monsters, Hui, Xiao Siqi, Tiny Panda 06, and other sweethearts!
UwU
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