"Mom, Dad, there's actually no need to call the police," Lin Li said.
"Why not?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"If we involve the police, Lin Xuan's connections are too strong—he’ll just smooth things over," Lin Li explained.
"That makes sense," Lin Chang nodded in agreement. "Li'er, do you have any better suggestions?"
Lin Li glanced at his three sisters.
They had all taken Lin Xuan’s side now, and he was worried that if he revealed his plan, his sisters might leak it to Lin Xuan.
If that happened, Lin Xuan would surely be on guard, making it harder for him to act.
Jiang Shuqin noticed Lin Li’s hesitation and realized her daughters might indeed spill the secret.
She spoke up, "All of you, step outside for now."
"Alright."
The three Lin sisters had no choice but to leave the hospital room.
Lin Qingwan’s brows were tightly knit.
What exactly were Xiao Li and their parents planning to do to Xiao Xuan?
Just as she stepped out of the room, her secretary called.
"President Lin, there’s an urgent matter at the company that requires your attention."
"Understood," Lin Qingwan replied. "I’ll head there now."
She put away her phone.
Xiao Xuan was clever—even if their parents and Xiao Li tried something, he’d probably find a way to handle it.
Company matters took priority.
Lin Qingwan hurried off.
Lin Qingxiu frowned. "Second Sister, what do you think Mom and Dad are planning to do to discipline Xiao Xuan?"
"I don’t know," Lin Qingyan shook her head.
"Then… should we warn Xiao Xuan?" Lin Qingxiu asked.
"How can we warn him when we don’t even know anything?" Lin Qingyan reasoned.
"For now, we’ll just have to wait and see."
Both Lin Qingyan and Lin Qingxiu wore expressions of concern.
Back in the room, Jiang Shuqin spoke again. "Li'er, say whatever’s on your mind."
"Alright," Lin Li nodded. "Dad, Mom, I think the hotel surveillance footage can solve everything."
The hotel cameras would clearly show that Lin Xuan was the one behind it.
He needed to escalate the issue before Lin Xuan could destroy the evidence.
Besides, there were still some loose ends he hadn’t dealt with yet—he couldn’t risk the police uncovering anything.
"Hotel surveillance?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.
"Mom, can you bring reporters to stir up trouble and force the hotel to release the footage? The bigger the scandal, the better," Lin Li suggested.
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes lit up.
If this blew up, Tianmu Group would surely take a hit—maybe even land Lin Xuan in prison.
If that jinx ended up behind bars, perhaps the Lin family’s fortunes would finally turn around.
"Don’t worry, Li'er. Mom will handle this," Jiang Shuqin assured him.
"Thank you, Mom," Lin Li smiled.
"What’s there to thank me for?" Jiang Shuqin said warmly. "You’re my son. It’s only right that I stand up for you."
"Rest now, Li'er. I’ll make the arrangements."
Just as she was about to leave, Lin Li called out, "Wait, Mom."
"What is it, Li'er?" Jiang Shuqin asked with concern.
"Mom," Lin Li said, "it’s too late now. Let’s wait until tomorrow. Tianmu Group is a giant in the entertainment industry—they have plenty of resources and money to suppress this overnight. But during the day, it’ll be harder for them to contain the fallout."
"Good thinking," Jiang Shuqin nodded.
Li'er was truly clever.
She had no doubt he’d achieve great things once he started his own business.
But still…
Her heart ached for him. First, he’d been emasculated, and now he’d been violated by those two disgusting men…
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes brimmed with pity.
That night was destined to be sleepless.
The Lin family tossed and turned.
So did Wang Dahe’s biological parents, Liang’s father and mother, and Liang Li.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan returned to Night Garden.
The drunken Wang Dahe was still slung over Cheng Er’s shoulder.
Butler Wang approached respectfully. "Young Master Lin, you’re finally back. The young mistress fell asleep in the living room."
"Xuanzi, let’s drink!"
"Come on, another round!"
Wang Dahe suddenly slurred loudly.
Lin Xuan frowned.
No way was he letting this drunkard wake Hua’er.
With a swift chop to the neck, Wang Dahe crumpled into unconsciousness.
"Butler Wang, prepare a guest room for my friend here. He’ll stay the night," Lin Xuan instructed.
"At once, Young Master Lin."
Butler Wang couldn’t help but eye Wang Dahe curiously.
Young Master Lin was usually so composed—how did he end up with such a rowdy friend?
"Cheng Er, hand him over to me," Butler Wang said.
"Cheng Er hesitated. "Butler Wang, he’s quite heavy. I can carry him."
"It’s fine. Leave it to me," Butler Wang insisted.
Skeptical, Cheng Er reluctantly transferred Wang Dahe over.
To his astonishment, the nearly sixty-year-old butler hoisted the 150-pound man effortlessly and strode upstairs with ease.
Cheng Er gaped.
Who knew Butler Wang was this strong?
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, approached Su Hua.
Watching her sleep on the sofa filled him with warmth.
In his past life, he’d married Qin Ruoyao.
He was always the one waiting for her—she never waited for him.
And back in the Lin household, no one ever waited for him either.
Lin Xuan cursed himself inwardly—how could he have been so blind to Su Hua’s devotion in his previous life?
He bent down and scooped her up bridal-style.
Cheng Er grinned to himself—the boss and President Su really were the perfect couple.
Upstairs, Lin Xuan gently laid Su Hua on the bed.
Just as he turned to fetch his clothes for a shower, she stirred awake.
"Ah Xuan… hug me…"
Still half-asleep, Su Hua reached out with adorable drowsiness.
"Of course," Lin Xuan obliged, stepping closer.
The moment he neared, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You’re finally back," she murmured, her voice soft and sweet.
"Mn. Had some business to settle," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Su Hua’s sleepiness faded as a sudden thought struck her.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
In one swift motion, she flipped their positions—pinning Lin Xuan beneath her.
Lin Xuan: ???
What just happened?
How did he end up on the bottom again?
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