I Know Who It Is

"Miss, sir, would you like a sugar figurine?" A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties smiled and called out to them.

Su Hua noticed that the woman could craft sugar figurines based on people's appearances. She nodded and said, "One, please. Could you make it look like my boyfriend?"

"Miss, please wait a moment."

The middle-aged woman worked swiftly, her hands moving quickly. In less than five minutes, a sugar figurine resembling Lin Xuan was ready.

Lin Xuan paid for it.

Su Hua took the figurine and brought it to her lips, giving it a playful lick.

Lin Xuan saw her action and awkwardly averted his gaze.

He really had been corrupted by Hua Bao.

Even something as innocent as her eating a sugar figurine could make his thoughts wander.

Su Hua’s red lips suddenly brushed against Lin Xuan’s ear, her breath carrying the sweet scent of sugar.

"Ah Xuan, did the way I licked the figurine just now… remind you of something else?"

Lin Xuan: "..."

Even on a normal day, Hua Bao could turn things suggestive?

And wait—so it wasn’t just him overthinking things? Her actions had been deliberately leading his thoughts astray!

"Hua Bao, let’s keep walking," Lin Xuan coughed lightly, quickly changing the subject.

A faint glimmer of amusement flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.

Ah Xuan was so easy to tease.

Originally, Su Hua had been enjoying her time at the night market with Lin Xuan, but she soon noticed how crowded it was.

Occasionally, other women would brush against Lin Xuan’s body.

Su Hua’s expression darkened.

She really wanted to chop off the arms of those women who dared to touch her Ah Xuan…

Lin Xuan suddenly felt a chill emanating from beside him.

Frowning, he turned to Su Hua. "Hua Bao, what’s wrong?"

Was this cold aura coming from her?

Su Hua didn’t dare tell Lin Xuan that she was seething with jealousy just because another woman had accidentally bumped into him.

Instead, she yawned and said, "Ah Xuan, let’s go back to Night Garden."

Thinking she was tired, Lin Xuan nodded. "Alright, let’s head back."

The two returned to Night Garden together.

After showering, Su Hua stepped out barefoot, her feet sinking into the dark gray carpet—making her skin appear even more snow-white.

Lin Xuan frowned and strode over, scooping her up into his arms.

"Hua Bao, don’t walk around barefoot. You’ll catch a cold."

He placed her on the bed.

Su Hua didn’t let him leave immediately. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him with a hint of coquetry in her voice.

"Ah Xuan, can you dry my hair for me?"

Lin Xuan gave her a puzzled look.

Why did Hua Bao seem extra clingy today?

"Alright," he indulged her, picking up the hairdryer and carefully drying her hair.

Once her hair was dry, Lin Xuan prepared to leave, but Su Hua suddenly grabbed his hand.

They tumbled onto the bed together, with Su Hua ending up on top of him.

This position…

Lin Xuan swallowed hard. "Hua Bao, don’t forget—it’s your time of the month."

"I know."

Su Hua’s slender fingers trailed down his chest.

Her red lips curled into a smirk. "But I can still make Ah Xuan happy… in other ways."

Other ways?

What ways?

Could she mean…?

Lin Xuan’s gaze unconsciously drifted to Su Hua’s lips.

"Ah Xuan, what are you looking at?" Su Hua raised an eyebrow, noticing his stare.

Lin Xuan coughed and averted his eyes, muttering, "Nothing, just looking around."

"Ah Xuan, do you know you’re terrible at lying?" Su Hua’s lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, her breath warm and teasing.

Lin Xuan’s body tensed.

"Since Ah Xuan wants it, then as your girlfriend, I should… satisfy you properly." Su Hua smirked, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt.

The next morning, Lin Xuan woke up to find Su Hua already gone.

He let out a long breath.

Hua Bao’s teasing was really too much for him to handle.

Damn it!

Those books were a bad influence!

After reading them, Hua Bao had practically turned into a seductive enchantress who could drive men wild with desire.

Lin Xuan went downstairs and sat at the dining table for breakfast.

"Butler Wang, did you prepare the tonic soup for me?" he asked.

"Of course." Butler Wang smiled and nodded, quickly bringing out a bowl from the kitchen.

Lin Xuan drank it all without hesitation.

Wang Ba called him shortly after.

"Boss," Wang Ba’s respectful voice came through the phone.

Lin Xuan asked, "What is it?"

Wang Ba replied, "Boss, some of our brothers were drinking at an underground casino in the Golden Triangle today when they overheard a group at the next table talking. Someone offered five million to have you crippled, castrated, and beaten to a pulp—five days from now."

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.

Five days from now… That was the day of the Jiang family’s recognition banquet.

So, Lin Li was afraid he’d expose his true identity and didn’t want him attending the event.

"Boss, should I send someone to investigate who hired them?" Wang Ba asked.

"No need. I already know who it is," Lin Xuan said coldly.

"Who?" Wang Ba asked curiously.

Lin Xuan: "Lin Li."

So it was him.

Wang Ba remembered Lin Li well.

It was Lin Li who had placed a hit on Lin Xuan through the dark web, paying to have him dealt with.

But not only had their men failed, Lin Xuan had even taken over as the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Even after being castrated, Lin Li still dared to mess with their boss? Was he asking for death?

Wang Ba cracked his knuckles. "Boss, want me to send someone to teach him a lesson?"

"No," Lin Xuan said. "Let them come."

Even though Starlight Group had gone bankrupt, Lin Li and the rest of the Lin family probably still had plenty of money left.

Perfect.

Time to make Lin Li bleed.

Besides, he wanted Lin Li to think he’d succeeded—only to experience the crushing despair of failure.

"Understood, Boss." Wang Ba hung up.

Lin Xuan smirked coldly.

If Lin Li wanted to play, he’d play along.

Honestly, it had been a while since he’d beaten someone up. His fists were itching for action.

"Second Boss, what did the Boss say?" A subordinate asked Wang Ba after he ended the call.

"Nothing much. Probably has his own plans," Wang Ba answered.

This piqued the subordinate’s curiosity.

The Boss might seem gentle and refined, but his methods were ruthless—he loved making people suffer.

Who knew how he’d deal with Lin Li this time…

Whatever it was, since Lin Li had provoked the Boss, he was in for a world of pain.

Wang Ba and the subordinate silently lit a metaphorical candle for Lin Li.

Over the next few days, Su Hua, still on her period, behaved herself and didn’t tease Lin Xuan.

Whenever he had time, Lin Xuan retreated into his space to work on medicine for Su Hua’s condition.

Meanwhile, someone from Night Rose contacted Su Hua.

"Alliance Leader, when do we move against the Golden Dragon Gang?"

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