Su Hua curled her lips and said, "A-Xuan and I prefer our private world. We don’t like outsiders visiting our home."
It was a blatant rejection.
Lin Xuan nodded in agreement. "Chen Ling, if you’re really scared, you can stay at a hotel for the next few days."
He pulled out all the cash he had—two thousand yuan—and handed it to Chen Ling. "This should cover the hotel expenses."
"If anything comes up, you can always reach out to me."
Chen Ling clutched the money in her hand, her heart aching.
She wasn’t actually scared—she had just used it as an excuse to stay close to Lin Xuan. Why couldn’t he see through her intentions?
"Chen Ling, I still have some arrangements to make regarding the dean’s funeral. After that, I’ll head home. If you’re uneasy, you can book a hotel first," Lin Xuan said.
"It’s fine," Chen Ling shook her head. "Lin Xuan, I can book the hotel later."
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan turned his attention back to Su Hua, "I’ll be busy for a few more hours. Why don’t you go home first and wait for me?"
"No," Su Hua refused firmly. "The dean passed away, and he was very close to you. I want to stay by your side."
"Thank you, Hua Bao," Lin Xuan said, deeply moved.
She had done so much for him.
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Young Master Lin probably didn’t realize that while Su Hua appeared to be supporting him, she was actually keeping an eye on him—making sure he didn’t spend time with other women.
For the next two hours, wherever Lin Xuan went, Su Hua followed.
Every time Chen Ling tried to speak to Lin Xuan, Su Hua would cut her off.
Frustrated, Chen Ling stomped her foot. "You vixen, just wait! Sooner or later, I’ll take Lin Xuan from you!"
She couldn’t wait to see how this fox spirit would act so smug and arrogant then.
Lin Xuan was still on the phone.
Su Hua stepped closer to Chen Ling, her lips curved into a smile—but her eyes were icy.
A sudden fear crept into Chen Ling’s heart.
At the same time, envy burned inside her.
How could this vixen be so beautiful, with such a perfect figure? Even her mannerisms were undeniably elegant.
She carried herself like a born queen.
Yet, around Lin Xuan, she transformed into a delicate princess who needed pampering…
No wonder Lin Xuan was so infatuated with her—this fox spirit had mastered the art of duality.
Su Hua stood beside Chen Ling, her gaze fixed on Lin Xuan in the distance. "I know you like A-Xuan. You want to push me aside and take my place."
Chen Ling scoffed. "Of course I like Lin Xuan. Isn’t it natural to admire such an outstanding man?"
"Lin Xuan and I grew up together. It’s only a matter of time before we end up together."
She wasn’t bad-looking herself.
Plenty of guys at school pursued her. All she had to do was play the fragile, pitiful girl, and men would rush to protect her.
She was certain Lin Xuan would eventually fall for her charms too.
Su Hua smirked. "You’re quite confident."
Chen Ling lifted her chin.
She had every reason to be. Lin Xuan had promised her father to take care of her.
Wasn’t fate itself pushing them together?
Su Hua spoke again, "But let me give you a piece of advice—don’t even think of using any tricks to snatch A-Xuan away from me."
"Because A-Xuan is mine. You’ll never take him from me."
Even if A-Xuan were to change his heart one day, he would never have the chance to be with Chen Ling or any other woman.
Because… she would lock him away.
Chen Ling turned and glared at Su Hua. "From the way you’re talking, you’re treating Lin Xuan like he’s your property!"
"That’s exactly right." A twisted smile curled at the corner of Su Hua’s lips. "A-Xuan is my property. His body and heart belong to me alone."
So, her A-Xuan couldn’t have any ties to other women.
"Hah—" Chen Ling let out a cold laugh. "Then you’d better keep treating Lin Xuan like he’s your possession."
Lin Xuan was too outstanding to tolerate a woman’s obsessive control forever.
She was sure he would grow tired of this woman soon.
In the meantime, she would make sure to be gentle and attentive to him.
Once he got fed up with Su Hua, he would turn to her first.
Chen Ling was brimming with confidence.
"Miss Su," Chen Ling said smugly, "Did you know? Before my father passed away, he made Lin Xuan promise—right in front of me—to take care of me."
"Lin Xuan agreed. That means I’ll have plenty of chances to be close to him. You might stop me for now, but you can’t keep me away forever."
Su Hua’s gaze grew colder.
This woman just wouldn’t give up.
Daring to covet her A-Xuan—she was practically begging for death.
How she wanted to have someone deal with her.
But if she did, and something happened to Chen Ling, A-Xuan would surely investigate.
What if he found out she was behind it?
She couldn’t allow anything to jeopardize her relationship with A-Xuan…
A surge of violent fury rose in Su Hua’s heart.
She needed an outlet.
Su Hua strode over to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan had just set down his phone.
Seeing the look on Su Hua’s face, he frowned in concern. "Hua Bao, what’s wrong? Did something happen?" he asked worriedly.
Su Hua didn’t answer. Instead, she rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
Lin Xuan could tell Su Hua was in an unstable state, so he didn’t push her away. Instead, his hands circled her slender waist as he quietly returned the kiss.
Chen Ling watched them, her eyes burning with jealousy.
This was deliberate—this woman was doing this on purpose!
Kissing Lin Xuan right in front of her, flaunting it.
Chen Ling clenched her fists so tightly that her sharp nails dug into her palms, yet she felt no pain at all.
Su Hua and Lin Xuan remained locked in their embrace.
At first, both had their eyes closed, but Su Hua slowly opened hers.
Gazing at the man before her, breathing in his scent, the darkness in her eyes gradually faded.
A-Xuan loved her. He would never look at Chen Ling.
She didn’t need to worry about him being stolen away.
For five full minutes, Chen Ling tortured herself by watching them.
Finally, Su Hua and Lin Xuan parted.
"Hua Bao, what’s going on?" Lin Xuan asked gently.
Su Hua pressed her lips together and stayed silent.
Fortunately, his business here was temporarily settled.
"Su Hua, let me take you home first," Lin Xuan said.
"Brother Lin Xuan."
Hearing that Lin Xuan was about to leave, Chen Ling hurried over in her high heels, stopping in front of him.
"Brother Lin Xuan, could you take me to the hotel? I just need to pack my things—it won’t take long."
Right now, Lin Xuan was preoccupied with calming Su Hua’s emotions and had no time to entertain Chen Ling. Without hesitation, he refused.
"I have something urgent to attend to and need to head back immediately. Wait here—I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up soon."
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