Jealousy

Lin Xuan handed Old Master Su a digestive tablet.

"Grandpa Su, take this digestive tablet."

"Alright, alright, thank you, Xuan."

Old Master Su accepted the tablet and swallowed it with water.

After a while, he felt his stomach discomfort easing.

"Well..." Old Master Su's face flushed slightly. At his age, he felt rather embarrassed to appear so undignified in front of the younger generation.

"Xuan, the meal you cooked earlier was so delicious that I couldn’t help myself."

Lin Xuan nodded. "I understand. I’m glad you enjoy my cooking so much, Grandpa Su."

Su Hua, noticing how Lin Xuan was entirely focused on her grandfather, felt a surge of jealousy rising within her.

Unable to hold back, she spoke up, "Grandpa, it’s already eleven. Shouldn’t you be heading back?"

"No rush, no rush. It’s only eleven—the night is still young," Old Master Su waved her off.

He turned back to Lin Xuan. "Xuan, are you tired yet?"

"Not at all." Lin Xuan glanced at Su Hua.

Clearly, Hua Bao hadn’t had enough fun today.

He needed to keep Old Master Su here a little longer—preferably until Hua Bao was too tired to think about seducing him.

"Perfect. I’m not tired either. Xuan, it’s been a while since we last talked properly. Let’s catch up tonight," Old Master Su said with a smile.

"Sure." Lin Xuan stole another glance at Su Hua and immediately noticed her darkening expression.

"Ahem."

He coughed lightly and quickly averted his gaze, his heart growing uneasy.

Hua Bao’s expression didn’t bode well. For the sake of his kidneys, it’d be best if Grandpa Su stayed overnight.

With him around, Hua Bao probably wouldn’t try anything.

"Xuan," Old Master Su asked, "At the Jiang family’s recognition banquet today, you learned that you’re the true grandson they intended to acknowledge. What are your plans? Do you intend to reconcile with them?"

"No," Lin Xuan shook his head. "I have no intention of acknowledging them. I don’t need familial bonds based on blood ties."

"Besides, they’ve already cut ties with Jiang Shuqin. As it stands, they have no connection to her—let alone me, since I’ve also severed ties with her. That means I have no ties to the Jiang family whatsoever."

Old Master Su smiled approvingly.

He hadn’t misjudged Lin Xuan.

The Jiang family was wealthy and influential. Most people, upon discovering Old Man Jiang was their grandfather, would eagerly rush to claim the connection.

But Lin Xuan? Not a hint of interest.

Of course, it wouldn’t be wrong if he did—after all, they were blood relatives.

"Not acknowledging them is fine too," Old Master Su nodded. "That Old Man Jiang and his two granddaughters recognized Lin Li without proper investigation. If not for today’s revelation, they might’ve remained fooled for life."

"Such blind relatives aren’t worth acknowledging."

Su Hua’s red lips curled into a smirk.

If A-Xuan didn’t reconcile with them, no one would compete for his affection.

A-Xuan would remain hers alone.

"Xuan," Old Master Su grasped Lin Xuan’s hand, "Whether you acknowledge the Jiang family or not, whatever decision you make, this old man supports you."

Old Man Jiang seemed quite fond of Lin Xuan.

But then again, the man his granddaughter had chosen was undoubtedly outstanding in character and ability—bound to be well-liked.

Knowing Old Man Jiang, he wouldn’t give up on Lin Xuan easily. He’d surely try every means to make Lin Xuan recognize him as his grandfather.

Lin Xuan’s return to the Jiang family was only a matter of time.

The priority now was to hasten his marriage to Hua’er, settling them both in Night Garden to live their own lives.

That way, even if Old Man Jiang eventually reconciled with Lin Xuan, he wouldn’t be able to drag him back to the Jiang household.

Old Master Su’s mind buzzed with schemes.

"Mm, thank you, Grandpa." Lin Xuan nodded.

He could tell Old Master Su genuinely cared for him.

"Xuan," Old Master Su continued cheerfully, "Let’s set aside the Jiang family for now."

"Right now, we should discuss you and Hua’er."

His gaze shifted between Su Hua and Lin Xuan. "Xuan, Hua’er, when do you two plan to marry? And when can I expect great-grandchildren?"

Ever since learning of their relationship, he’d been eagerly awaiting the day he could hold their child.

"Grandpa," Lin Xuan’s eyes darted away, "Let’s talk about that when the time is right."

That said, it was about time he started preparing for their wedding.

Once he dealt with those secretly targeting Hua Bao, he’d marry her.

But before that, he needed to confront Night Rose.

Speaking of which, wasn’t the Dark Night Rose known for its vengeful nature? Rumor had it they never let any slight go unpunished, no matter which gang opposed them.

So why hadn’t they made a move against the Golden Dragon Gang yet?

Even if they remained silent, he couldn’t afford to wait.

Strike first.

In the coming days, he’d need to carefully plan how to deal with Night Rose.

Old Master Su frowned at Lin Xuan’s vague answer. "Xuan, what do you mean by ‘when the time is right’? How long must I wait?"

Lin Xuan replied, "At most, a year."

A year should be enough.

With a concrete timeline, Old Master Su’s face brightened. "Very well. This old man will wait to toast at your wedding and cradle my great-grandchild."

When that day came, he’d host a grand banquet—especially for those old fools who claimed his granddaughter would never marry, devoting herself solely to work.

He’d make sure they witnessed just how deeply in love his granddaughter and grandson-in-law were.

"Grandpa Su, have some tea."

Lin Xuan personally poured a cup for him.

"Good, good." Old Master Su beamed, his gaze full of approval.

What a perfect grandson-in-law.

The conversation between Lin Xuan and Old Master Su continued.

Meanwhile, Su Hua, seated beside Lin Xuan, kept glancing at the wall clock.

Since returning to Night Garden, A-Xuan had been engrossed in conversation with her grandfather, paying her no attention…

Her lips pressed into a tight line, her aura growing colder by the minute.

Lin Xuan, absorbed in his chat with Old Master Su, failed to notice.

Butler Wang observed Su Hua’s expression and silently lit a metaphorical candle for Lin Xuan.

Young Master Lin, you’re on your own now that the lady is angry.

Looks like he’d have to prepare another nourishing tonic for him tomorrow.

"Xuan," Old Master Su inquired, "Could you tell me more about your Starlight Group and Tianmu Group?"

"Of course."

Lin Xuan nodded, about to begin—

"Grandpa." Su Hua interrupted sharply. "It’s time for you to go home and rest."

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