The Orphanage.
Chen Ling had just finished showering when she heard her phone ringing.
Glancing at the caller ID, her eyes lit up with joy.
It was Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan was calling her—finally!
This must mean that woman wasn’t clinging to him right now, leaving him free to reach out to her instead.
Perfect.
Tonight, she would make sure Lin Xuan stayed by her side.
Chen Ling eagerly answered the call. "Lin Xuan, do you finally have time for me now? You went silent earlier—I was so worried something had happened to you."
She pretended not to know about Lin Xuan’s closeness with Su Hua.
"Lin Xuan, I’m really scared right now. Could you come keep me company? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time."
Su Hua raised an eyebrow.
How sweetly pathetic.
Lin Xuan’s admirers were certainly… persistent.
First Shen Qianqian, now Chen Ling, not to mention the swarm of other women vying for his attention. Given how infatuated they all were, they’d probably be willing to share him if it meant having even a sliver of his affection.
Her icy gaze cut toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan rubbed his nose, avoiding eye contact.
What could he do? He couldn’t help being this popular.
Chen Ling’s voice suddenly softened, tinged with sadness.
"Lin Xuan, I know your girlfriend keeps you on a tight leash. If you can’t come, I won’t blame you."
"It’s just… I’ll be lying awake all night, thinking about my father again."
Her voice trembled with a fragile, tearful vulnerability—the kind designed to tug at a man’s heartstrings.
She’d done her research. Men couldn’t resist this kind of delicate act.
With this, Lin Xuan would surely agree to spend time with her.
And once he did, she had ways to make sure he stayed the entire night…
"Miss Chen, I’m afraid that won’t be possible." Su Hua’s voice cut in coolly. "My boyfriend is busy with me. He has no time to entertain outsiders."
Chen Ling’s eyes widened in shock.
"Su Hua?! Why are you—?"
Su Hua smirked. "Lin Xuan is my boyfriend. Answering his phone is perfectly normal, isn’t it?"
Chen Ling’s grip on the phone tightened, her face twisting with jealousy.
Why did this vixen always show up whenever she tried to reach Lin Xuan?
"Where is Lin Xuan?" she hissed.
Su Hua glanced at Lin Xuan, then replied lazily, "We’re at a hotel. We just finished some… exercise. He’s all sweaty, so he’s showering now."
Chen Ling’s face burned with fury.
Fox spirit!
This woman was nothing but a fox spirit!
Lin Xuan shot Su Hua a look.
They’d been in the car the whole time—since when were they at a hotel?
But his wife’s word was law.
Especially when it came to deflecting his unwanted admirers. He was in no position to argue.
He sat obediently in the driver’s seat, staying silent.
Su Hua’s voice turned sharp. "Lin Xuan is mine. Don’t even think about stealing him."
With that, she ended the call.
"Lin Xuan," Su Hua tilted her head, studying him. "Do you think I was too harsh on your precious orphanage director’s daughter?"
"Not at all." Lin Xuan shook his head. "Do whatever makes you happy, Hua. I’m fine with it."
His expression showed no trace of disapproval—only complete agreement.
Satisfied, Su Hua leaned back.
"Lin Xuan, I’m hungry. Take me to eat."
"Of course."
Lin Xuan stepped on the gas, pulling the car away.
Meanwhile, Lei Hui, who had just left the office, frowned in confusion.
What was going on?
The boss had left ages ago—why was his car only moving now?
His secretary checked his watch.
Two whole hours had passed since the boss had supposedly left.
"General Manager, didn’t you say our boss had kidney issues?" the secretary mused. "I’d say he’s anything but weak. In fact, he seems… impressively strong."
For a man to last nearly two hours—that was nothing short of legendary.
Lei Hui frowned. "What are you talking about? And how would you know how ‘strong’ he is?"
The secretary grinned. "Wasn’t that the boss’s car that just drove off?"
"Yes," Lei Hui confirmed.
He’d seen the boss drive that car multiple times. It wasn’t something just anyone could afford.
No doubt about it—that was the boss’s car.
The secretary continued, "And what time did the boss leave the office?"
"About 4:15," Lei Hui answered.
The secretary nodded. "It’s 6:15 now. His car never moved. He’s been with his girlfriend this whole time. What do you think they were doing?"
The secretary's words were already quite clear, but Lei Hui's mind hadn't quite caught up yet.
"Two hours, alone in a car, a man and a woman—what could they possibly be doing?" Lei Hui muttered to himself.
"What exactly were they doing?"
A minute later.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he realized something.
He got it!
Their boss and Su Hua were so close—being stuck in a car together for that long, they must’ve been doing that.
Not bad, not bad.
The boss’s stamina must be pretty impressive. At least he didn’t have to worry about Su Hua dumping him for being unsatisfied.
"Old Liang, your bonus this month is doubled. I’ll cover it from my own pocket," Lei Hui declared.
The secretary stared at him in confusion.
Their general manager was usually pretty stingy—why the sudden generosity?
And with his own money, no less?
"General Manager, what’s going on? Why the sudden bonus?" The secretary’s face was full of bewilderment.
Lei Hui replied, "Because you’ve done a great service!"
"What great service?" The secretary was completely lost.
He hadn’t done anything particularly noteworthy lately.
Had the general manager lost his mind?
"You’ll figure it out eventually."
Lei Hui chuckled and walked away.
On the drive back, the secretary kept turning Lei Hui’s words over in his head.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t make sense of it.
Where exactly had he rendered this so-called "great service"?
Ah, whatever. If the general manager wanted to give him extra money, he’d take it. Who in their right mind would turn down cash?
The secretary’s mood lifted.
An extra fifty grand this month—nice, very nice indeed.
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