"Fine."
Lin Xuan resignedly picked up the stack of documents.
Sigh.
Life was tough.
Coming into the company only to be buried under work—being a corporate drone was truly exhausting.
Butler Wang watched the scene unfold, utterly baffled.
Wasn’t their young master Lin the owner of Starlight Group? Wasn’t Lei Hui just someone Lin Xuan had hired?
So why did Lin Xuan seem too intimidated to even argue back against Lei Hui?
Unable to contain his curiosity, Butler Wang pulled Lei Hui aside while Lin Xuan was busy with the paperwork.
With a puzzled expression, he asked, "Manager Lei, why does it seem like Young Master Lin listens to you so obediently?"
"It’s not that he’s listening to me," Lei Hui replied. "He’s just feeling guilty."
"Guilty?" Butler Wang frowned.
What did he have to feel guilty about?
Lei Hui launched into a full-blown rant.
"Skyveil Group is our boss’s company, right? Yet he shows up maybe once a month—if that. And even when he does, it’s only for a quick visit. If it weren’t for us employees forcing him to work, he’d probably just be a hands-off boss entirely. You saw it yourself earlier—he didn’t even know our employees’ working hours!"
"So of course he feels guilty! With skills like his, it’d be a waste not to put them to good use."
If it were up to him, he’d chain Lin Xuan to his desk and make him work every single day.
After listening to Lei Hui’s complaints, Butler Wang couldn’t help but interject, "Manager Lei, to be honest, I don’t think Young Master Lin needs to work so hard. After all, there’s our young lady."
A knowing smile spread across Butler Wang’s face. "Our young lady has more than enough money. Young Master Lin can spend as he pleases—no need to grind for it. Just running a company casually is enough."
Checkmate.
Lei Hui fell silent.
True. With someone like Su Hua around…
If he were in Lin Xuan’s shoes, he’d probably just kick back and live off her wealth—he wouldn’t even bother starting a company.
Looking at it that way, Lin Xuan was actually pretty diligent.
Then Lei Hui suddenly remembered—Lin Xuan’s… shortcomings.
He needed to test the waters.
He couldn’t let Su Hua lose interest in their boss.
Glancing around cautiously, Lei Hui lowered his voice and asked, "Butler Wang, is there anything about our boss that Miss Su dislikes?"
"How could she possibly dislike him?" Butler Wang shook his head firmly. "She adores Young Master Lin."
"Then… is there any chance she might break up with him?" Lei Hui pressed.
"Absolutely not. Even if the sky fell, she would never leave him." Butler Wang’s tone was unwavering.
Their young lady valued Lin Xuan more than her own life.
With that kind of love, how could they ever separate?
From Butler Wang’s words, Lei Hui could tell—Su Hua and Lin Xuan’s relationship was rock-solid.
His unease eased slightly.
Su Hua probably wouldn’t dump Lin Xuan over his… performance issues—at least not anytime soon.
If the boss just kept drinking those nourishing tonics, he’d surely improve eventually.
"Manager Lei, you don’t need to worry about the relationship between our young lady and Young Master Lin," Butler Wang assured.
"Good, good. I understand." Lei Hui nodded with a smile.
Lin Xuan finished processing the documents in just half an hour.
Stretching, he slid the stack toward Lei Hui.
"Uncle Lei, take a look."
This was Butler Wang’s first time seeing Lin Xuan at work.
His eyes darted between the thick pile of papers and Lin Xuan, disbelief written all over his face.
"Young Master Lin… you’re already done?"
"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded. "There wasn’t much, so it didn’t take long."
Butler Wang: "……"
Wasn’t much?!
For an average person, this would’ve taken at least a day or two.
Yet Young Master Lin had breezed through it in half an hour.
No wonder he and their young lady were such a perfect match—both equally terrifying.
Butler Wang couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
"Uncle Lei, you can head off first. I still have some business to take care of, so I’ll leave later," Lin Xuan said.
"What kind of business?" Lei Hui asked curiously.
A smirk curled at Lin Xuan’s lips. "The kind where I mess with someone."
"Messing with someone? Who?" Lei Hui’s eyes lit up.
Every time their boss played mind games in the business world, it left him in awe.
Just imagining the despair of the companies he targeted was enough to send shivers down his spine.
Was Lin Xuan planning to take down another corporation?
"Boss, if you’re targeting a company, just assign it to me! I’ll work overtime—no pay needed!"
Hell, he’d even pay to be part of it.
"Uncle Lei." Lin Xuan shot him a look. "We’re law-abiding citizens. We don’t resort to underhanded tactics to crush others."
Lei Hui rubbed his nose, silently scoffing.
Law-abiding?
Boss, you’re literally a hacker who casually breaks into company servers—and you have the nerve to talk about the law?!
Lin Xuan continued, "It’s just that someone hired thugs to come after me. I just want to teach them a lesson."
Hearing this, Lei Hui’s interest skyrocketed. Rubbing his hands together, he asked, "Boss, can I tag along?"
He’d never really seen Lin Xuan operate in person before.
He was dying to witness how the boss would handle things offline—something told him it’d be just as ruthless as his corporate takedowns.
"Sure." Lin Xuan agreed.
One extra person wouldn’t make a difference.
"Thanks, boss!" Lei Hui beamed.
Once night fell, they set off together.
"Old Liu, they’re coming out!" Old Wang whispered excitedly.
Old Liu was just as pumped.
After waiting so long, they’d finally caught their target.
He’d almost given up on completing the mission—but luck was on their side tonight.
Old Wang grabbed his walkie-talkie. "I’ve got eyes on Lin Xuan. I’ll tail them—you guys follow my GPS signal."
"Got it!"
The others acknowledged, and all the men stationed to ambush Lin Xuan began converging.
Lin Li had warned them—Lin Xuan was the boss of Skyveil Group, so he likely had bodyguards. To ensure the plan went smoothly, they’d been instructed to bring a large team.
The underground gang’s leader wasn’t worried, though.
Just some rich guy? They were seasoned criminals—killers, robbers, black-market dealers. How could they possibly fail against some ordinary businessman with a bit of cash?
Still, they’d sent ten men to deal with Lin Xuan.
Lin Li was paying a lot for this job—they had to deliver.
Lin Xuan led Lei Hui and Butler Wang to an abandoned factory.
"Where is this place?" Lei Hui rubbed his arms, unnerved. "It feels… creepy."
Butler Wang, on the other hand, was scanning the surroundings eagerly.
He couldn’t wait to see how Young Master Lin would handle these thugs.
Lin Xuan smirked. "If it feels creepy, then it’s perfect."
That was exactly the effect he wanted.
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