When Jiang Yutong's car reached the parking lot entrance, she hit the brakes again.
Her brows were tightly furrowed.
Right now, she didn’t know where Lin Xuan lived or where he was. Going to look for him like this would probably be futile.
Jiang Yutong took out her phone and called Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan answered the call almost immediately.
"Xiao Xuan," Jiang Yutong said in an ingratiating tone.
"Miss Jiang, what brings you to call me?" Lin Xuan's voice was cold and distant.
"Xiao Xuan, it's like this—Lin Qingwan's DR Corporation has been making moves. I wanted to discuss countermeasures with you," Jiang Yutong explained.
Lin Xuan let out a mocking laugh.
His collaboration with Jiang Yutong's company to produce skincare products had profit as one of its goals.
Generally speaking, women cared deeply about their appearance—even those with little money were willing to spend on skincare.
The profit margins for these products were high, and if the cosmetics company could be developed well, it would yield substantial returns.
Of course, his primary goal was to bring down Lin Qingwan's company.
He remembered—in his past life—Jiang Yutong's cosmetics company had gone bankrupt, while Lin Qingwan's business had grown into an internationally renowned brand, raking in enormous profits.
Since he intended to leave the Lin family in destitution, he naturally wouldn’t let Lin Qingwan’s cosmetics company off the hook.
"Xiao Xuan," Jiang Yutong pressed, "Where are you? I’ll come meet you. We can talk about the company’s situation in person."
Lin Xuan replied, "Let’s meet at Tianmu Group."
"Got it," Jiang Yutong quickly agreed.
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Su Corporation.
Su Hua was reviewing documents when a senior executive entered to deliver a report.
Midway through the executive’s briefing, Jiang Qing knocked and stepped inside.
"President Su, your coffee," Jiang Qing said, placing the cup in front of Su Hua.
Su Hua didn’t even glance up, her attention fixed on the files in her hands.
"President Su," Jiang Qing continued, "Later, we have a collaboration meeting with Tianmu Group. Who would you like to send for the negotiations?"
Normally, a project of this scale would be handled by a manager. But since this involved Lin Xuan’s company, Jiang Qing didn’t dare take it lightly.
Su Hua’s grip on the documents tightened slightly.
She recalled the phone call Lin Xuan had with Lei Hui earlier that morning—he had agreed to go to Tianmu Group.
By now, he was probably already there.
Closing the file, Su Hua said with deliberate seriousness, "Tianmu Group is a rapidly expanding enterprise. This collaboration deserves our attention. I’ll handle the negotiations myself."
"Understood. I’ll make the arrangements," Jiang Qing replied, her expression betraying a hint of amusement.
The senior executive gave Su Hua a puzzled look.
President Su usually only handled international deals or critically important partnerships.
This project with Tianmu Group wasn’t particularly significant—why was she personally attending?
Wait…
Tianmu Group belonged to Young Master Lin.
Was the negotiation just a pretext? Was she really going to see him?
The executive smirked in understanding.
Su Hua’s gaze shifted to him. "Leave the documents here. I’ll review them later and reach out if there are any issues."
"You may go now," she instructed.
"Yes, President Su," the executive replied respectfully before exiting the office.
Su Hua stood and walked toward the door.
Jiang Qing covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.
Su Hua paused, her delicate brows knitting together. "What’s so funny?"
Jiang Qing answered, "Nothing. I just think you and Young Master Lin are so affectionate—always wanting to be together."
"Hmm," Su Hua responded, her tone indifferent.
Leaving Su Corporation, Su Hua boarded a car bound for Tianmu Group.
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Tianmu Group, Chairman’s Office.
Lei Hui had already moved the stack of documents requiring Lin Xuan’s review onto his desk.
Then, he stationed himself at the company entrance.
The moment Lin Xuan appeared, Lei Hui greeted him with a beaming smile.
"Boss, long time no see," Lei Hui said.
Lin Xuan glanced at him. "We saw each other a week ago."
Lei Hui had even accompanied him to deal with the Black Snake Gang.
At the mention of that, Lei Hui recalled the thrill of taking down those gangsters.
It had been exhilarating—downright fun.
The only regret was missing the drama at the Jiang family banquet when Lin Li’s imposter identity was exposed.
Now that would’ve been a spectacle.
"Boss," Lei Hui said wistfully, "Next time there’s a chance to mess with someone, take me along."
As long as there was juicy drama involved, no matter how busy he was, he’d show up in a heartbeat.
"Sure," Lin Xuan replied dismissively.
"Boss, follow me."
Lei Hui cheerfully led Lin Xuan to his office, then gestured to the towering pile of documents on the desk.
"Boss, work’s been piling up lately. These all need your attention."
Lin Xuan was used to Lei Hui’s antics by now.
He knew there was no escaping it, so he resigned himself to the desk and began processing the files.
As Lin Xuan worked, Lei Hui noticed the dark circles under his eyes.
"Boss, what’s with the bags under your eyes? Couldn’t sleep last night?"
"Yeah, had a bit of insomnia," Lin Xuan muttered, brushing it off.
In truth, insomnia had nothing to do with it—he’d been thoroughly worn out by a certain temptress.
Su Hua was too alluring, her methods too effective.
Every time, he’d resist at first, but she always knew how to make him surrender.
It was impossible to resist.
Last night, she had teased him until 3 a.m.
Lingerie had been torn to shreds—one set after another—strewn across the floor.
Lei Hui, however, was concerned about Lin Xuan’s stamina.
"Boss, if you keep losing sleep, you’ve got to fix it. Otherwise, it’ll wreck your kidneys."
"Mhm," Lin Xuan grunted, barely listening as he focused on the documents.
Jiang Yutong would be arriving soon.
Once he finished these files and dealt with her, he needed proper rest.
He had to recover his energy.
Otherwise, the next time Su Hua seduced him, he’d be too drained to keep up—stuck in a passive role.
What kind of man would that make him?
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