Can Go Find Young Master Lin

The executive froze for a moment before raising his head.

Huh?

Something felt off—CEO Su Hua’s mood was clearly not right.

But that didn’t make sense. With Young Master Lin Xuan by her side, shouldn’t she be in high spirits?

As the executive puzzled over this, a loud smack echoed through the room as the document was slammed onto the desk.

Su Hua’s voice was icy. "I recall you hold a Ph.D. from Harvard."

The executive nodded hastily. "Yes, that’s correct."

"And this is the level of a Harvard Ph.D.?" Su Hua’s lips curled in a cold sneer.

The executive wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This was bad. Really bad.

His instincts had been right—CEO Su was in a terrible mood.

Images of Lin Xuan and Chen Ling spending time alone kept flashing through Su Hua’s mind.

She knew Lin Xuan wouldn’t cross any lines with Chen Ling. He’d maintain a proper distance.

But Chen Ling was openly coveting her Lin Xuan. Just the thought of them together made her blood boil.

A frigid aura radiated from Su Hua as her piercing gaze locked onto the executive.

He stood frozen, drenched in cold sweat, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

"Impressive," Su Hua said, her voice dark as ink. "You managed to make such an amateur mistake."

"Y-yes," the executive stammered, wiping his forehead again. "CEO Su, I—I’ll correct it immediately. It won’t happen again." His words tumbled out in a nervous rush.

"Your annual bonus is revoked. And your entire department loses three months’ worth of bonuses," Su Hua declared coldly.

"Yes."

The executive didn’t dare argue.

"Get out."

"Right away, CEO Su."

The moment the door to the CEO’s office closed behind him, the suffocating pressure finally lifted.

Director Wang clutched his chest, trying to steady his breathing.

Jiang Qing approached, carrying a cup of coffee. She frowned at his pale face. "Director Wang, are you ill? You look awful."

"It’s not illness," he muttered. "Just sheer terror."

"Terror?" Jiang Qing’s brows knitted tighter.

Her eyes flicked toward the office. Had CEO Su done this? But that didn’t add up—Su Hua had been unusually pleasant lately, all thanks to Young Master Lin’s presence.

Even when Jiang Qing had informed her earlier that Lin Xuan had left abruptly, Su Hua hadn’t shown any visible reaction.

"Who scared you like this?" Jiang Qing pressed.

"Who else? CEO Su." Director Wang shuddered at the memory.

For the past year, Su Hua had been nothing but composed, her rare flashes of anger mild at worst.

He’d almost forgotten how terrifying she could be when truly furious.

His legs still felt like jelly.

"Are you sure it was CEO Su?" Jiang Qing looked skeptical.

"Why would I lie about that?" Director Wang exhaled sharply. "Jiang Qing, I didn’t see Young Master Lin in there. Did he step out?"

"He left at noon," Jiang Qing confirmed.

"Ah, that explains it," Director Wang sighed. "He must’ve done something to upset CEO Su, and now we’re bearing the brunt of it."

Jiang Qing nodded in agreement.

If Su Hua’s mood had soured, Lin Xuan was undoubtedly the reason.

"Jiang Qing, you need to get Young Master Lin back here to smooth things over. And—let me know when CEO Su’s in a better mood, will you?" Director Wang pleaded.

Maybe when Su Hua was cheerful again, he could slip in a few words about how well-suited she and Lin Xuan were. If luck was on his side, those lost bonuses might just reappear.

At Su Corporation, bonuses were no joke—often exceeding base salaries. Losing them was unthinkable.

"Fine, I’ll keep you posted," Jiang Qing agreed.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

As Director Wang walked away, he pulled out his phone and typed rapidly in the executives’ group chat:

[Warning: CEO Su is in a foul mood today. Avoid her unless you’ve got a death wish.]

Messages flooded in instantly.

[Mistake, right? She was perfectly fine this morning.]

[With Young Master Lin around, her temper’s been golden lately.]

Director Wang’s reply was succinct:

[Young Master Lin isn’t here.]

Silence. Then a chorus of gratitude:

[Got it. Thanks for the heads-up.]

Meanwhile, Jiang Qing entered the CEO’s office with the coffee.

The moment she saw Su Hua’s stormy expression, her confusion deepened.

What on earth happened?

Jiang Qing placed the coffee in front of Su Hua. "President Su, here’s your coffee."

Su Hua remained silent, her eyes fixed on her phone the entire time.

Jiang Qing could tell that Su Hua was in a terrible mood. Afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, she didn’t dare say another word. After setting down the coffee, she quietly left the CEO’s office.

The moment she stepped out, she called Lin Xuan.

"Master Lin, are you there?" Jiang Qing asked.

Lin Xuan replied, "The director of the orphanage I used to live in has passed away. I’m helping with the arrangements."

Jiang Qing frowned.

That alone wouldn’t have put Su Hua in such a foul mood.

There were only two things that could make President Su this upset—either Master Lin had lied to her and left her, or… another woman.

"Master Lin, is there anyone else with you?" Jiang Qing pressed.

"Yes, the director’s daughter. We’re handling the funeral together," Lin Xuan answered.

Jiang Qing’s expression turned knowing.

So, Master Lin was with another woman.

No wonder President Su looked so furious.

Su Hua was a jealous person at heart—she couldn’t stand the thought of Lin Xuan being close to other women.

Still, she had mellowed out a lot. In the past, Su Hua would’ve sent someone to drag Lin Xuan back and lock him up in a dark room rather than just sulking alone.

Lin Xuan sounded puzzled. "Secretary Jiang, why are you asking?"

"It’s nothing, just making conversation. Master Lin, I won’t disturb you any further."

With that, Jiang Qing hung up.

At this point, there was no way to get Lin Xuan to come back and comfort Su Hua.

But if Lin Xuan couldn’t return, then Su Hua could always go to him instead.

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