The people in the private room, upon hearing Wang Dahe's introduction, couldn't help but feel skeptical.
Was Lin Xuan's girlfriend really that beautiful?
They simply couldn’t imagine what a woman ten times more stunning than the most recognized beauties in the entertainment industry would look like.
However, after taking a glance at Lin Xuan’s appearance, their doubts faded slightly.
If Lin Xuan was this good-looking, it made sense that his girlfriend would be too.
If she weren’t at least somewhat attractive, Lin Xuan wouldn’t even spare her a second glance.
"Anyway, if any of you have your eyes on Xuanzi, you’d better give up those thoughts now," Wang Dahe warned. "Not only would Xuanzi never be interested in you, but his girlfriend is also extremely possessive. If she finds out anyone deliberately tries to get close to him, you’ll regret it."
He had said his piece.
If anyone still dared to approach Lin Xuan, they couldn’t blame him for not warning them.
The women who had just witnessed Lin Xuan’s capabilities and were starting to feel tempted quickly dismissed their thoughts upon hearing Wang Dahe’s words.
Wang Dahe was right—Lin Xuan would never be interested in them. There was no point in humiliating themselves by throwing themselves at him.
Wang Dahe raised his glass and announced loudly, "Everyone must be starving after the delay caused by those people from the Liang Family earlier. Come on, let’s keep drinking and eating! Tonight, we’re going to have a great time!"
"Cheers!"
"Let’s drink!"
Glasses clinked as everyone raised their drinks.
Outside the private room, Lin Li appeared, wearing a mask.
Cheng Da stopped him.
"What are you doing here?"
Lin Li kept his head down. "I’m a staff member at this hotel. I’m here to serve the guests."
Cheng Er stepped aside. "Go ahead, then."
Dressed in a waiter’s uniform, Lin Li entered the private room.
"Allow me to pour your drinks, honored guests," he said, beginning to serve wine to the table.
Lin Xuan noticed Lin Li’s presence and narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Wasn’t that Lin Li?
Even with a changed hairstyle, a mask, and two fake moles near his eyes, Lin Xuan recognized him instantly.
They were enemies across two lifetimes—even if Lin Li turned to ashes, he’d still know him.
Hah.
What was Lin Li scheming this time?
Lin Xuan didn’t need to think hard to guess: revenge.
At the Jiang Family’s recognition banquet, Lin Xuan had exposed Lin Li as a fraud. Later, Lin Li had hired the Black Snake Gang to deal with him, only to fail and lose a fortune in the process.
Lin Li must be seething with resentment.
And now, here he was, going to great lengths to disguise himself as a waiter and infiltrate Wang Dahe’s birthday party—all to get back at him.
Lin Xuan was curious. What trick did Lin Li have up his sleeve this time?
A dark amusement flickered in Lin Xuan’s eyes.
No matter what Lin Li tried, he’d make sure the man suffered the consequences of his own schemes.
After all, turning an enemy’s methods against them was his favorite pastime.
Outside the door, Cheng Da frowned.
"Something’s not right."
"What do you mean?" Cheng Er asked, also frowning.
Cheng Da replied, "That waiter just now—he looks like Lin Li."
"Lin Li? No way," Cheng Er said skeptically. "Why would Lin Li come to a hotel to work as a waiter?"
"Exactly. Given his current situation, he wouldn’t need to. So if it really is him, he’s pretending."
And if that was the case, there was only one possible reason: he was here to target their boss.
Realizing this, Cheng Da’s heart lurched. "Damn it, the boss is in danger. I have to warn him."
"Second Brother, stay here. I’m going to inform the boss."
Without wasting another second, Cheng Da pushed the door open and hurried inside.
Lin Li was still pouring drinks for the others, his gaze subtly fixed on Lin Xuan.
He needed to see Lin Xuan drink that wine with his own eyes—only then could he be at ease.
But Lin Xuan merely swirled his glass, showing no intention of drinking.
When Cheng Da entered and saw Lin Xuan unharmed, he let out a relieved sigh.
He strode over and whispered into Lin Xuan’s ear, "Boss, I think that waiter serving drinks is suspicious."
"Oh?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What makes you say that?"
Cheng Da kept his voice low. "His build and features resemble Lin Li’s. I suspect he’s Lin Li in disguise."
Lin Xuan chuckled softly as he swirled his wine glass. "You’re absolutely right. It is Lin Li."
Cheng Da’s frown deepened.
He had only been guessing—he wasn’t certain. But if the boss confirmed it, then it was true.
"Boss, should I take him away and deal with him?" Cheng Da asked.
"No need," Lin Xuan replied with a faint smirk. "Let him think his plan is working. I want to see what he’s up to."
Honestly, he’d been bored lately.
Since Lin Li was delivering himself to be humiliated, Lin Xuan would gladly play along.
A cold smile curled at the corners of his lips.
Seeing that smile, Cheng Da couldn’t help but rub his arms.
The boss’s grin was downright chilling.
At the same time, he silently lit a metaphorical candle for Lin Li.
This guy was about to get wrecked—again.
Honestly, why didn’t Lin Li ever learn?
Every time he tried to mess with their boss, he ended up suffering ten times worse.
If it were him, he’d have stayed as far away from the boss as possible.
But Lin Li just kept coming back for more.
"Both of you don’t need to guard the door anymore," Lin Xuan instructed.
"Understood, Young Master," Cheng Da replied respectfully.
"Go on, leave for now," Lin Xuan said.
Cheng Da retreated to the hallway.
"Brother, well? Was it really Lin Li?" Cheng Er asked impatiently.
"The boss confirmed it—it’s him," Cheng Da answered.
"That bastard! It really is Lin Li!" Cheng Er clenched his fists, itching for a fight.
"That cockroach just won’t die. Damn it, I want to beat him to a pulp!"
Someone like Lin Li deserved to be stuffed in a sack and thrown into the ocean.
"Hold on," Cheng Da stopped him. "The boss has his own plans. Let’s not interfere."
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