This car—while those outside couldn’t see inside, the view from within was crystal clear.
At the moment, quite a few passersby surrounded their vehicle. It was a high-end, custom-made extended Rolls-Royce, and car enthusiasts couldn’t help but stop to admire it.
The crowd buzzed with chatter.
"This car is ridiculously luxurious. Just one look and you know it’s expensive. I wonder who drives such an extravagant ride."
"No way those youngsters could afford it. My bet’s on some middle-aged guy with a beer belly, or maybe some spoiled rich kid with a weak constitution."
Butler Wang listened to their gossip and shook his head.
These people were quite the busybodies.
Almost as bad as him.
Inside the car, Lin Xuan’s gaze swept over the crowd gathered outside.
"Hua… Hua Bao," he stammered, "there are too many people here. Let’s talk about this later."
Back at the hotel, there hadn’t been many around.
But with this many onlookers, if they noticed the rhythmic vibrations of the car, it would definitely make headlines.
"Ah Xuan, are you scared?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
Lin Xuan stayed silent.
Of course he was scared!
He had no interest in becoming a social media spectacle.
A scandal like this would go viral in no time.
Before he could answer, Su Hua smirked, her red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Even if you are scared, Ah Xuan, you have no choice but to indulge me today."
Sometimes, their intimate moments needed a little thrill and novelty—just to keep him from getting bored.
With a domineering air, Su Hua straddled him, her fingertips tracing slow, teasing lines down his chest.
Then she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss before he could protest.
A surge of exhilaration shot through Lin Xuan.
His body tensed.
While responding to the petite woman atop him, his eyes kept darting to the windows, terrified of attracting attention.
Su Hua grabbed his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her.
"Ah Xuan, focus."
"When you’re with me, you’re not allowed to look at other women."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
He was innocent!
How could he even think about other women right now?
"Hua Bao, I—" didn’t.
But Su Hua didn’t let him finish, sealing his lips with another kiss, swallowing his words.
She had him completely ensnared.
Half an hour later, Su Hua rested against Lin Xuan’s chest, her cheeks faintly flushed.
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, immediately grabbed his phone and started scrolling.
"Ah Xuan, what are you looking at?" Su Hua asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lin Xuan blurted out, "Checking if we’ve made it onto the trending list."
People in Xia Country loved gossip.
If anyone had noticed the Rolls-Royce rocking rhythmically, they’d have filmed it, posted it online, and sent it straight to the top of the charts.
Su Hua smirked, instantly understanding his concern.
Lin Xuan frowned as he scrolled through Weibo’s trending page.
"Nothing?" he muttered. "That doesn’t make sense. How is there nothing?"
Not even a single search result.
It was baffling.
"Ah Xuan, no need to worry," Su Hua purred, tracing lazy circles on his chest with her slender fingers. "This car has anti-vibration features. I had it custom-designed. No matter how much… movement we make inside, no one outside can tell."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
So that was it.
Wait—why hadn’t she told him?
"Hua Bao, why didn’t you mention this earlier?"
Su Hua grinned. "Didn’t Ah Xuan find it extra thrilling?"
Lin Xuan fell silent.
He had to admit… it had been.
"Ah Xuan, I’m hungry," Su Hua murmured.
Lin Xuan’s mind immediately spiraled into dangerous territory.
Hungry…
Did she mean she wasn’t satisfied yet? That she wanted another round?
Noticing his expression, Su Hua’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
"What’s Ah Xuan thinking about?"
"Getting ideas again?"
Her fingers trailed lower.
Lin Xuan finally snapped out of it.
She just meant actual food.
He really was being corrupted by her.
"If Ah Xuan wants to continue, as your girlfriend, I wouldn’t say no," Su Hua whispered against his ear, her voice dripping with suggestion.
"N-no, we’re good," Lin Xuan stammered, shaking his head. "Hua Bao, you don’t have to indulge me all the time. Really."
The atmosphere in the car was still dangerously charged.
They needed to leave before she got any more ideas.
Lin Xuan adjusted Su Hua’s clothes, then opened the car door and stepped out.
"Aaaaaah!"
A chorus of shrieks erupted around them.
"I thought the owner of a Rolls-Royce would be some ugly old guy or a spoiled rich kid, but he’s so young and handsome!"
"This is what a true high-society elite looks like—tall, rich, and ridiculously good-looking."
"I can’t breathe. He’s too gorgeous. I think I’m going to faint."
The fangirls clutched their chests, hearts pounding.
They’d never seen a man this attractive before.
Meanwhile, their boyfriends glared at Lin Xuan with undisguised jealousy.
Damn it, why did he have to be so good-looking?
They regretted bringing their girlfriends to gawk at the car—now they had to watch them drool over another man.
One brave woman stepped forward, cheeks flushed.
"Hi, handsome," she said shyly. "Could I get your WeChat?"
"Sorry, he’s not available. He has a girlfriend."
A mesmerizing voice drifted from inside the car.
A collective gasp swept through the crowd.
That voice was unreal.
What did the woman behind it look like?
Lin Xuan extended a hand, and a delicate, porcelain-white one slipped into his grasp. Su Hua emerged, revealing herself to the world.
The moment they saw her, jaws dropped.
"Holy crap, she’s stunning. I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful."
"Damn, they’re a perfect match. I was just wondering what kind of woman could deserve a man like him—and here she is!"
The men envied Lin Xuan for having such a breathtaking girlfriend.
The women envied Su Hua for landing such a handsome, wealthy man.
The girl who’d asked for Lin Xuan’s WeChat shrank back in embarrassment.
With a girlfriend like that, there was no way he’d even glance her way.
"Oh… you’re taken," she mumbled, refusing to meet their eyes. "You two look great together. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness."
With that, she hurried off, head still bowed.
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