"Little Xuan."
Old Master Su grasped Lin Xuan's hand and spoke earnestly, "You're the only one Hua'er has ever loved. I can see that she values you above all else."
As her grandfather, his place in Hua'er's heart probably didn't even compare to a single finger of Little Xuan's.
He had realized it by now—Little Xuan was Hua'er's very life.
If anything happened to Little Xuan, his granddaughter might not even want to live anymore.
"So, Little Xuan, you must devote yourself wholeheartedly to Hua'er. Don’t betray her—she wouldn’t be able to bear it," Old Master Su said.
"Grandfather Su, don’t worry. I’ll always treat Hua well and will never betray her," Lin Xuan nodded.
"Good, good, what a fine boy." Old Master Su patted Lin Xuan’s hand approvingly.
After observing them for over a year, he could tell that Lin Xuan genuinely cared for Hua'er.
His granddaughter had truly found her perfect match.
"Little Xuan, I leave Hua'er in your care," Old Master Su said.
"Of course," Lin Xuan nodded. "Grandfather Su, rest assured, I’ll take good care of Hua."
When Su Hua returned from the office, she saw Old Master Su holding Lin Xuan’s hand.
The sight stung her eyes.
Her grandfather had been staying at Night Garden for three days now, and for those three days, he had monopolized Xuan’s attention…
Before, when Xuan was at Night Garden, his eyes had only ever been on her.
She took out her phone and made a call.
"Come to Night Garden. Take Grandfather to Jiangcheng for recuperation," Su Hua ordered.
"Yes, Young Mistress," the person on the other end replied respectfully.
Hanging up, Su Hua walked back into the living room without a change in expression.
Old Master Su glanced at the clock on the wall.
Exactly 5:30 PM.
It seemed Hua'er was now leaving work on time, unlike before when she would bury herself in the company, obsessed with work.
Good, good.
Little Xuan was truly a treasure—he had managed to change Hua'er’s bad habits.
Old Master Su’s gaze toward Lin Xuan grew even more approving.
He stood up from the sofa.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Grandfather Su, you’re…?"
"This old man has stayed at Night Garden long enough. It’s time for me to go back."
"Grandfather Su, you’re leaving now? Won’t you stay for dinner?" Lin Xuan asked.
"No need. The chefs at the old residence have already prepared my meal."
Old Master Su chuckled as he glanced at his granddaughter.
For the past three days, Hua'er’s expression had been dark—she was clearly jealous that he had been monopolizing Little Xuan.
If he stayed any longer, she might just explode.
His granddaughter had plenty of ways to retaliate, and this old man’s bones couldn’t handle her schemes.
"I’ll be going now. Hua'er, Little Xuan, no need to see me off. Just remember to visit the old residence often to keep me company."
With a satisfied smile, Old Master Su left.
After he was gone, Su Hua made another call. "Cancel the earlier arrangement."
"Yes, Young Mistress."
The call ended.
Unbeknownst to Old Master Su, he had narrowly escaped being forcibly sent to Jiangcheng.
"Hua."
Lin Xuan looked at Su Hua, his eyes filled with pain and sorrow.
Hua had endured so much in the past—those two years, no, counting the previous life, nearly ten years.
For all that time, he had been the one hurting her.
Su Hua frowned.
Why was Xuan suddenly looking at her like that?
"Xuan, what’s wrong?"
She reached out, touching Lin Xuan’s eyes. She couldn’t bear to see Xuan in pain.
Those eyes should only turn red in bed.
Any other time, it would break her heart.
"Hua."
Lin Xuan held her hand tightly. "Grandfather told me about everything you went through."
Su Hua froze.
She hadn’t expected her grandfather to share those things with Xuan.
"Xuan, I’m fine," Su Hua said lightly. "Back then, I was numb—just like a machine. A machine doesn’t feel pain."
She had just been starved for love.
So when she met someone as kind as Xuan on the island, she couldn’t help but fall for him… and want to make him hers.
"Hua."
Lin Xuan pulled her into a tight embrace.
Su Hua didn’t resist, letting him hold her.
It wasn’t bad that Xuan felt sorry for her.
Books said that when a man pities a woman, it makes it easier to keep his heart.
She wanted to hold onto Xuan’s heart forever.
"Xuan," Su Hua murmured. "It really doesn’t matter. All I need is for you to stay by my side."
"Always," Lin Xuan replied hoarsely.
That night.
Wang Ba called Lin Xuan, his voice brimming with excitement. "Boss, when are we moving against Night Rose? I’m all set!"
Even though Night Rose was a tough opponent, he had full confidence in their leader. With the boss’s skills, the Golden Dragon Gang would surely win.
"Let’s wait a little longer," Lin Xuan said.
"Boss, did something come up?" Wang Ba frowned.
He had been eagerly waiting for this moment, only for the boss to suddenly delay things.
"I need to spend some time with Hua these next few days."
Wang Ba: "!!!!"
Again?!
It was always about Su Hua!
That woman was a siren—no, wait.
Su Hua was rich, powerful, and influential. She wasn’t just some temptress.
Su Hua and their boss were made for each other.
But still…
Wang Ba’s expression twisted. "Boss, you’ve been with Su Hua for months now. A man’s life shouldn’t just revolve around a woman—there’s also career and ambition."
"Don’t just focus on Su Hua all the time. It’s time to get serious about business."
Lin Xuan replied firmly, "To me, Hua is more important than anything. I’m building the Golden Dragon Gang for her sake."
He was a hopeless romantic.
But in this life, he’d only ever be devoted to Hua.
Wang Ba choked, momentarily speechless.
If the boss was expanding the gang for Su Hua, then prioritizing her over gang affairs made sense.
"Wang Ba," Lin Xuan continued, "You’ve never met a woman you truly love, so it’s natural that you only think about business."
"That’s all for today. My girlfriend is clingy and always needs me around. I’m going to spend time with her now."
With that, he hung up.
Wang Ba: "!!!"
Had he just been insulted?!
And—had the boss just rubbed his relationship in his face?!
Damn it!
Who said he’d never loved a woman before?!
Fine, he’d go find one right now!
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
