Huo Shen walked into the company carrying his lunch.
He overheard some employees gossiping.
"Did you know? President Su went to the cafeteria to eat. This is the first time she’s ever eaten there."
Huo Shen’s mind began to race.
Hua'er is in the cafeteria.
Hua Bao usually kept her distance from him, never discussing personal matters. Their interactions were strictly work-related.
Even then, whenever he tried to approach her about work, she would delegate his requests to Secretary Jiang instead.
Opportunities to see or interact with Hua'er were rare.
But now that she was in the cafeteria, this was a perfect chance to get closer to her.
Huo Shen tossed his lunch into the trash and headed straight for the cafeteria.
Employees who spotted Huo Shen in the cafeteria immediately started whispering.
"President Huo never eats in the cafeteria, does he? Why is he here today?"
"Isn’t it obvious? I bet he came because President Su is here. He saw her eating in the cafeteria and followed."
"President Su?"
"Exactly. Haven’t you noticed? President Huo probably has feelings for her. That’s why he’s trying to get close."
"What? But President Su already has a boyfriend. Is he trying to be the other man?"
"Ugh, don’t call him that. President Su and Young Master Lin are so in love—there’s no way President Huo could ever come between them. He’s just delusional."
Hearing this, the employee relaxed.
Little Lin was right. President Su only had eyes for Young Master Lin. She would never even glance at Huo Shen.
There was nothing to worry about.
Still, Huo Shen seemed scheming. Who knew what underhanded tactics he might use to break them apart?
He’d have to keep an eye out and make sure Huo Shen’s plans never succeeded.
As soon as Huo Shen entered the cafeteria, his eyes scanned the room.
Soon, he spotted Su Hua.
His heart leaped.
Hua'er really was here!
It had been over a week since he last saw her.
She was just as beautiful as he remembered.
In this world, she was the only woman worthy of him.
"Hua Bao, here—try this braised pork. It’s not greasy," Lin Xuan said, holding a piece of meat to Su Hua’s lips.
Su Hua smiled and took a bite, her eyes crinkling with amusement.
Lin Xuan’s heart swelled with satisfaction.
Feeding his girlfriend was surprisingly enjoyable.
Huo Shen noticed Lin Xuan too.
His fists clenched involuntarily.
Damn it!
Why was Lin Xuan here?
Wherever Hua'er went, he followed like a shadow.
Was he clinging to her just to flaunt their relationship in Huo Shen’s face?
Huo Shen remembered all the times Lin Xuan had deliberately shown off in front of him—at the office, at the Su family estate—always making sure Huo Shen saw how close they were.
He wanted to turn around and leave.
But this was his only chance to see Hua'er. He couldn’t waste it.
Huo Shen schooled his expression and calmly went to get his food.
The two employees who had been discussing him earlier watched closely.
They shook their heads in disapproval.
"Did you see that? The moment Huo Shen noticed Young Master Lin sitting with President Su, his face turned sour."
"Of course I saw it. You were right—he’s definitely into her."
Neither of them had a good impression of Huo Shen.
A decent person would back off after learning someone was taken.
But Huo Shen? Knowing full well Su Hua had a boyfriend, he still shamelessly pursued her. Disgusting.
Meanwhile, Huo Shen filled his tray and walked straight toward Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan sensed someone watching them with ill intent.
He glanced up and spotted Huo Shen.
Well, well.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Huo Shen again? Talk about bad luck.
No—this wasn’t a coincidence. He’d come here on purpose.
If Huo Shen was asking for humiliation, Lin Xuan wouldn’t hold back.
Huo Shen stopped in front of their table.
He feigned surprise. "President Su, Mr. Lin, what a coincidence seeing you here."
Su Hua didn’t even look at him. Not a single glance.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Yeah, what a coincidence."
Huo Shen casually set his tray down across from Su Hua.
She frowned.
She hated interruptions during her private time with A-Xuan.
"Find another seat," Su Hua said coldly.
Huo Shen’s brow furrowed. "Is there a problem with me sitting here, President Su?"
"No problem. I just don’t like strangers at my table." Her tone remained icy.
Huo Shen’s fists tightened imperceptibly.
Stranger.
To Hua'er, he was nothing more than an outsider.
But it didn’t matter.
He took a deep breath.
Right now, Hua'er was just temporarily blinded by that fox spirit Lin Xuan.
Eventually, she’d realize that he—Huo Shen—was the only man truly worthy of her.
"Then I’ll sit somewhere else, President Su."
Huo Shen knew better than to provoke her displeasure. He couldn’t afford to push back.
But—
Hua'er, we have all the time in the world.
He moved to the next table over.
Some Su Corporation employees who witnessed the scene couldn’t help but laugh.
"President Huo really humiliated himself."
"President Su handled that perfectly. I wish I had a girlfriend like her—someone who shuts down unwanted advances without hesitation. I envy Lin Xuan."
Rumors had long circulated that President Su was indifferent to men. Any who tried to flirt with her were swiftly ejected—some even had their companies ruined.
No one knew how Young Master Lin had won her heart.
Lin Xuan grinned. "Hua Bao, you’re making it impossible for any man to get close to you."
"I don’t need their attention," Su Hua replied, her lips curving into a smile as she looked at him. "All I need is A-Xuan’s love. That’s enough."
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Lin Xuan’s heart raced.
Sometimes, Hua Bao’s casual remarks were lethally charming.
"Hua Bao, let’s ignore everyone else and keep eating."
Lin Xuan continued feeding her.
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