He Is Taken

Su Hua finally gave up on the idea of making Lin Xuan try on more clothes.

"Alright, let's go with this outfit then."

This set of clothes looked slightly plainer and less stylish than the previous ones.

But at least it would deter those gold-digging women from getting too close to Ah Xuan.

"Mm." Su Hua nodded in approval.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Bao (a term of endearment for Su Hua) had finally stopped making him change outfits.

"Hua Bao, I'll head out now," Lin Xuan said.

"Wait."

Su Hua suddenly called out, stopping him in his tracks.

She walked gracefully toward Lin Xuan, her steps light and elegant.

Then, she looped her arms around his neck.

"Remember to keep your distance from other women at the birthday party," she reminded him, her tone tinged with possessiveness.

"Don't worry, Hua Bao. I won’t get close to any other women," Lin Xuan assured her.

Even if she hadn’t said it, he would’ve kept his distance—if only to protect his kidneys.

Dealing with Hua Bao alone was already exhausting enough; he had no intention of inviting more trouble.

"Come back early," Su Hua added.

"Got it," Lin Xuan nodded again.

"Hua Bao, can I go now?" he asked.

"One more thing."

"What?" Lin Xuan looked at her, puzzled.

Su Hua rose on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"A goodbye kiss," she murmured against the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

The hairstylist and the fashion stylist watching the scene were utterly stunned.

Wasn’t it said that President Su was indifferent to men?

Wasn’t she supposed to be cold, ruthless, and decisive?

This clingy, lovey-dovey version of her—was she possessed?

Not long after Lin Xuan left, the stylists also exited the Night Garden.

As they walked out, they couldn’t help but discuss what they had witnessed.

"Rumors are just rumors—you can’t trust them."

"Not necessarily. I think the rumors are true. President Su is icy toward everyone else. Only in front of her boyfriend does she act differently. She’s only soft for one man."

"Mr. Lin is so lucky. To have won President Su’s affection—he’ll live a life of luxury forever."

"Mr. Li, you probably don’t know Lin Xuan’s real identity," the hairstylist said.

The fashion stylist looked puzzled. "What identity?"

"President Su’s boyfriend, Lin Xuan, is the helmsman of Skyline Group."

Hearing this, the fashion stylist’s eyes widened in shock.

So that was him—the mastermind behind Skyline Group!

He didn’t know much about the helmsman himself, but he was well aware of Skyline Group’s influence.

Anyone capable of building Skyline Group into what it was today had to be incredibly talented.

Even without relying on Su Hua, Lin Xuan could live an extremely comfortable life.

"So it’s him," the fashion stylist murmured. "Then President Su and Mr. Lin really are a match made in heaven—perfectly aligned in status, looks, and ability."

They were practically the golden couple.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan arrived at the hotel in just ten minutes.

Wang Dahe had made quite a fortune working under Lin Xuan.

Su Hua had also rewarded him generously.

Now a wealthy man himself, Wang Dahe had booked a VIP suite for the night—costing 10,000 per evening.

The suite was spacious, equipped for dining and karaoke.

The moment Lin Xuan stepped into the hotel, a waitress’s eyes lit up.

This man was ridiculously handsome.

Her face flushed with admiration as she strode over in her high heels.

"Sir, do you have a reservation for a suite or a room?"

"I’m here for the Qin VIP suite," Lin Xuan replied.

Hearing his voice, the waitress felt her knees weaken.

Not only was this man gorgeous, but his voice was also deep and magnetic.

She wondered what kind of woman could possibly be his girlfriend.

Having seen many guests, she could tell at a glance—despite his simple attire, Lin Xuan’s aura screamed elite.

She knew her place. A man like this? She could only admire from afar.

"Right this way, sir. I’ll escort you," she said respectfully.

The waitress led him to the suite and opened the door.

"Please."

Lin Xuan stepped inside.

Wang Dahe had invited over twenty people to the party.

The moment Lin Xuan entered, the room froze as if someone had hit pause.

Everyone stared at him, their eyes filled with awe.

"Who is that? He’s so good-looking!" Chen Ting, an attractive woman, gushed excitedly.

"He looks familiar… I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere," her friend mused.

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend," Chen Ting said eagerly.

"Probably not. If he did, he would’ve brought her to the party," her friend speculated.

Hearing this, Chen Ting’s hopes soared.

She decided she’d ask for his WeChat later.

They could chat, get to know each other, and then—who knows?—maybe start dating.

Wang Dahe walked over.

"Xuanzi, you’re finally here! I was starting to think the flowers would wilt waiting for you."

Chen Ting smoothed her hair and adjusted her dress before nervously approaching.

"Dahe, is this your friend? Aren’t you going to introduce us?"

Wang Dahe took one look at Chen Ting’s shy, flustered demeanor and knew—she was into Xuanzi.

Normally confident, she only acted like this when she had a crush.

Immediately, his guard went up.

No way.

Xuanzi belonged to President Su. He couldn’t let some woman swoop in and steal him.

Besides, he’d promised Su Hua he’d keep other women away from Lin Xuan.

"Chen Ting," Wang Dahe stepped protectively in front of Lin Xuan, "this is my childhood best friend, Lin Xuan. He already has a girlfriend, and they’re deeply in love. Marriage is definitely in their future."

Chen Ting’s face fell.

He was taken.

The first man she’d genuinely liked in ages—and it was already over before it began.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Lin. I’m Chen Ting."

Awkwardly, she greeted him before quickly retreating to her seat, head down.

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