"Huabao," Lin Xuan asked hesitantly, "Do you think there might come a day when you grow tired of me? When you’d cast me aside after having your way with me?"
This was something that worried him.
In their past life, Su Hua had always loved him, but that was only because she couldn’t have him.
Now that she had him, he couldn’t help but wonder if she might eventually grow weary of him…
"Ah-Xuan, what are you thinking about?" Su Hua tapped the tip of his nose playfully. "I’ll always, always love you. I’ll never feel even a hint of impatience toward you."
This was the man she had fought so hard to win. To her, Ah-Xuan was the only light in her darkness.
How could she ever feel anything but devotion toward her salvation?
"You’re right," Lin Xuan said, smiling in relief.
He had overthought it.
In their past life, after he was murdered by Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao—that despicable pair—his body had been dumped into the water, left to bloat into a grotesque, unrecognizable state for days.
Yet even then, faced with his horrifying, disfigured remains, Su Hua hadn’t flinched. She had even kissed his lips without hesitation.
Her love for him was beyond what most people could comprehend.
How could she ever grow indifferent, like other women who lost interest over time?
"But Ah-Xuan," Su Hua murmured, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along his face, "what if you grow tired of me one day?"
A shadow flickered in her eyes.
Of course, if that day ever came, she would simply lock him away. She would never let him leave her.
"Huabao, don’t worry," Lin Xuan assured her. "That day will never come."
Once he committed to someone, it was for life—unless they crossed his bottom line.
If not for that, he wouldn’t have been so easily manipulated by Qin Ruoyao in their past life.
"Good. I trust you, Ah-Xuan." Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents.
Lin Xuan finally turned on his phone after three days of keeping it off.
The moment it powered up, a call came through.
The ringing sent a chill down his spine.
Please don’t let it be Chen Ling.
If it was her, Su Hua—given her temperament—would surely keep him tangled in bed even longer…
With a nervous glance at Su Hua, he found her watching him with an amused smile.
His heart skipped a beat.
Then he looked at the screen.
The caller ID read: Wang Dahe.
Oh. Just Wang Dahe.
Lin Xuan exhaled in relief.
As long as it wasn’t Chen Ling, things were fine.
"Huabao, it’s my buddy Wang Dahe," he said casually.
Su Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan answered and held the phone to his ear.
"Son, I’m kind of busy with my girlfriend right now. Make it quick," he said, sensing he shouldn’t drag this call out.
"You bastard," Wang Dahe snorted. "No wonder I couldn’t reach you for three days. Too busy drowning in your beauty’s embrace, huh?"
He was practically grinding his teeth in envy.
How did this guy land such a stunning girlfriend? Gorgeous, devoted, and head over heels for him.
Meanwhile, the one woman Wang Dahe had fallen for turned out to be a gold-digger.
If not for Lin Xuan exposing her, he’d still be getting played.
Why couldn’t he meet someone even half as good as Su Hua?
"Tsk, tsk. So you ditch your brothers the second you get a girl," Wang Dahe muttered.
Lin Xuan rolled his eyes. "Spit it out. If you’re just whining, I’m hanging up."
"Wait!" Wang Dahe yelped.
It had taken three days just to get this one call through. If he didn’t say his piece now, Lin Xuan might vanish again.
"Ah-Xuan," he said, turning serious, "my birthday party is the day after tomorrow. You’re my best friend—you have to come."
"I’ll need to check with Huabao first," Lin Xuan replied.
Wang Dahe groaned.
Was this guy really whipped already?
Then again, from the way Su Hua acted, she seemed just as obsessed.
So who was really controlling whom here?
Lin Xuan switched to speakerphone.
"Sis-in-law," Wang Dahe’s voice echoed through the room, "I know Ah-Xuan’s busy with you, but can I borrow him for just one day?"
He put on his most persuasive tone. "I swear I’ll keep an eye on him. No random women will get anywhere near him!"
The repeated "Sis-in-law" made Su Hua’s lips curl in satisfaction.
She thought of the photos and videos Wang Dahe had sent her—proof of Ah-Xuan’s loyalty.
"Fine," she agreed.
Wang Dahe beamed. "Thanks, sis-in-law!"
Soon enough, the day of Wang Dahe’s birthday arrived.
Meanwhile, at the Lin residence…
Lin Li stared at the calendar, a sinister smile creeping across his face.
"Lin Xuan, soon enough, you'll be at the mercy of two ugly men, and the media will capture every moment. Oh, and let’s not forget—Su Hua will abandon you, and the Jiang family will despise you."
By then, Lin Xuan would be nothing but a social outcast, despised by everyone.
Just the thought of it filled him with satisfaction.
Soon, he would make Lin Xuan suffer everything he had endured.
Lin Xuan’s downfall was imminent.
"Hahahaha!"
Lin Li burst into triumphant laughter.
At that moment, Lin Qingwan happened to pass by Lin Li’s room—his door slightly ajar.
Hearing the eerie laughter, she stepped inside with concern. "Li'er, what’s going on with you?"
For some reason, his laughter sent a chill down her spine—it felt sinister, almost frightening.
Even after Lin Qingwan entered, Lin Li couldn’t suppress his grin.
"Don’t worry, Elder Sister," Lin Li replied with a smile. "I just thought of something amusing and couldn’t help laughing."
"What’s so amusing?" Lin Qingwan asked curiously.
Lin Li shook his head. "This is a secret, Elder Sister."
There was no way he’d tell her about the boar stimulant he planned to slip into Lin Xuan’s drink.
Seeing his reluctance, Lin Qingwan didn’t press further.
"Li'er, Mom cooked dinner herself today. It’s all ready—let’s go eat," she said.
"Alright, Elder Sister. You go ahead—I’ll be down soon," Lin Li replied.
"Fine."
Lin Qingwan nodded and left.
Once she was gone, Lin Li shut the door securely and carefully stashed away the boar stimulant.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
Tonight was Wang Dahe’s birthday banquet.
He would personally spike Lin Xuan’s drink, then arrange for those men to enter his room.
After hiding the powder, Lin Li headed downstairs for dinner.
Jiang Shuqin had prepared a lavish spread.
With a warm smile, she called out, "Come eat, everyone. The food will get cold soon."
"Thank you, Mom. You’ve worked hard," Lin Qingwan said.
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