The group of CEOs surrounding Lin Li vanished in an instant.
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Damn it, were all these people so eager to curry favor with the powerful?
At the same time, Lin Li’s heart tightened.
Old Master Su’s appearance here—could it mean everyone would soon learn about the relationship between Su Hua and Lin Xuan?
If that happened, Lin Xuan would surely be showered with flattery and attention.
No, wait.
Lin Xuan was now a eunuch, a cripple.
It wouldn’t be long before he was cast aside.
If Old Master Su chose this moment to reveal Su Hua and Lin Xuan’s relationship, Lin Xuan would only end up humiliating himself.
Some of the company executives were already whispering among themselves.
"Rumor has it that Old Master Su and Grandpa Jiang don’t get along. Could Old Master Su be here to crash the recognition banquet?"
"That’s very possible."
"I have a feeling we’re in for quite a show."
Grandpa Jiang was the first to notice Old Master Su’s arrival.
"What are you doing here?" Grandpa Jiang strode up to Old Master Su, his beard bristling.
Old Master Su raised an eyebrow. "You sent the invitation to my doorstep. If I didn’t show up, wouldn’t that be disrespectful?"
"Hmph." Grandpa Jiang snorted. "Since when have you ever shown me respect?"
Old Master Su feigned curiosity. "So, where’s this grandson you’re recognizing?"
He had come today specifically to see who the Jiang Family had chosen.
He and Old Man Jiang had been rivals for a lifetime, but in the end, he was the one who came out on top.
His granddaughter was the most capable young woman in Xia Country.
And his grandson-in-law was the most capable young man.
A perfect match. Truly perfect.
Old Master Su couldn’t suppress his smile.
"Li'er, come here," Grandpa Jiang called Lin Li over.
"Greetings, Old Master Su," Lin Li said politely.
"This is the grandson you’re recognizing?"
Old Master Su froze.
He had met Lin Li before.
He knew this man was an impostor. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect Lin Li could deceive the Jiang Family for so long.
But fine. Let Old Man Jiang keep believing Lin Li was his grandson. That way, no one would try to steal Lin Xuan from him.
"Yes," Grandpa Jiang nodded.
Old Master Su chuckled. "Not bad, not bad. Quite the handsome young man."
Grandpa Jiang shot him a suspicious glance.
Why did he feel like Old Master Su’s smile was full of mischief?
---
At the Lin Family villa, Jiang Shuqin turned the invitation over and over in her hands.
It was for the Jiang Family’s recognition banquet.
As far as she knew, her father had no grandchildren lost to the world—she only had one older brother.
If he was recognizing someone, it had to be one of her children.
And just now, Lin Xuan had mentioned Lin Li.
Could it be that her father was recognizing Li'er?
She shook her head.
No, it couldn’t be Li'er. She had spoken to him about the Jiang Family before, and he knew how much she resented them.
Li'er was filial to her. He wouldn’t go behind her back to connect with the Jiang Family.
But then again…
She had only ever told Li'er about her past with the Jiangs.
If he hadn’t done anything, how did Lin Xuan know?
Jiang Shuqin stared at the invitation in her hands.
She had to go and see for herself. She couldn’t let herself misunderstand Li'er.
With sudden resolve, she stood up and got into a car.
---
Meanwhile, in the backseat of another car…
Su Hua and Lin Xuan’s movements were so intense that even the driver could feel the vehicle shaking.
The driver and Butler Wang shared a silent thought:
Young Miss and Master Lin have incredible stamina.
The moment the car stopped at the hotel entrance, the driver and Butler Wang scrambled out, standing guard nearby and carefully avoiding looking inside.
Ten minutes after arriving, the two inside finally finished.
The car was still filled with a sweet, lingering scent.
Su Hua, her clothes disheveled and her cheeks flushed, leaned against Lin Xuan’s chest.
"You were amazing, Ah Xuan," she murmured, her red lips curling in praise.
Lin Xuan sighed inwardly.
Of course he had to be amazing.
To keep up with Su Hua—and to avoid embarrassment in bed—he had downed countless tonics and pushed his stamina to the limit.
Sigh.
He was stronger than most men, but in front of Su Hua, the favored daughter of destiny, he still felt lacking.
Su Hua remembered Lin Xuan had a banquet to attend.
She didn’t cling to him too much.
Her slender, pale fingers smoothed out his clothes, buttoning his shirt one by one and straightening the wrinkles.
"Ah Xuan, don’t forget to think of me while you’re at the banquet," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.
"Of course. You should head back first, Hua Bao."
Afraid she might drag him into another round, Lin Xuan quickly stepped out of the car and headed into the hotel.
---
Old Master Su disliked crowds. After speaking with Grandpa Jiang, he retreated to a secluded corner of the banquet hall, sitting on a sofa.
He grinned at Butler Wang.
"Tell me—if Old Man Jiang finds out the grandson he’s recognizing is a fraud, and that his real grandson has already been snatched away by my granddaughter, do you think he’ll die of anger?"
Butler Wang chuckled. "Whether he’ll die from it, I can’t say. But he’ll definitely be furious."
Old Master Su’s smile widened.
It had been a long time since he’d seen Old Man Jiang humiliated. He was looking forward to it.
He had originally planned to expose Lin Li as an impostor.
But if he did, Grandpa Jiang would investigate—and inevitably trace the truth back to Lin Xuan.
He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let the Jiangs steal Lin Xuan away.
"Now, we just sit back and enjoy the show," Old Master Su said, his grin turning sly.
---
From across the room, Grandpa Jiang frowned at Old Master Su and turned to Jiang Manting.
"Tingting, I have a feeling that old fox is hiding something from me."
"Grandpa, you’re overthinking it. What could he possibly hide from you?" Jiang Manting laughed.
"You’re right."
Grandpa Jiang racked his brain but couldn’t figure out what Old Master Su could be scheming.
---
The Feng Family was another prominent name in high society.
Given their close ties to the Jiangs, they had naturally been invited.
Feng's Father was abroad and couldn’t attend, so Feng Yaya came as the Feng Family’s representative.
Lin Li spotted her immediately.
The memory of her breaking off their engagement, pulling out his nails, and beating him up made his blood boil.
Once he built his company into an empire, he would bankrupt the Feng Family.
And he would make Feng Yaya pay—a thousand times over—for what she’d done to him.
Even now, Lin Li refused to accept any blame for the fraudulent marriage.
So what if he was a eunuch? What right did Feng Yaya, that fat cow, have to look down on him?
Now, he was the Jiang Family’s grandson.
If Feng Yaya had rejected him before, he’d make sure she could never reach him again.
Lin Li deliberately picked up a glass of wine and approached Feng Yaya.
His face was still bruised, and at first, she didn’t recognize him.
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