Lei Hui sat in his office chair and opened Weibo on his phone.
He was engrossed in reading updates about Lin Li.
This time, Lin Li had gotten involved with those two men.
It seemed he had tried to scheme against the boss but ended up being outmaneuvered instead.
How pitiful.
With two men, and even suffering anal rupture and bleeding.
This would probably haunt Lin Li for the rest of his life.
Lin Li kept scheming against the boss, only to be crushed by him time and again.
He was like a cockroach that just wouldn’t die—constantly pushing his luck.
If it were Lei Hui, he would’ve packed his bags and fled the country long ago, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the boss.
This time, Lin Li was trying to go after the boss again. Lei Hui couldn’t wait to see how the boss would retaliate.
His eyes burned with intense curiosity.
Wait.
The real reason Lin Li was hospitalized hadn’t been leaked yet, had it? He decided to pour fuel on the fire.
Lei Hui immediately sent Lin Li’s medical report to the reporters.
The reporters didn’t disappoint.
They published it right away.
Even in the dead of night, netizens were like restless critters in a melon field, hopping around online, too excited to sleep.
They devoured the juicy gossip the moment it dropped.
—Holy shit! Anal rupture and bleeding? And he passed out from the intensity? Just how wild did things get? Lin Li must’ve been really into it—two men at once? He’s living the dream.
—I wonder if Lin Li will still be able to hold it in after this.
—Thanks to Lin Li for providing us with endless entertainment.
Lei Hui scrolled through the comments, thoroughly satisfied.
Jiang Shuqin and Lin Chang had already gone home to rest.
Meanwhile, Lin Li was torturing himself, obsessively refreshing his phone.
Then, the post about his anal rupture and bleeding appeared on his screen.
"Ah—!"
Lin Li gritted his teeth, unable to contain his fury.
How had this been exposed too?
He was clearly framed, yet everyone was saying he’d willingly sought out those men!
Tomorrow, he would make them all eat their words!
And he’d drag Lin Xuan down with him.
Lin Xuan had ruined him this time—there was no way he’d let it slide!
"Lin Xuan, just you wait!" Lin Li hissed through clenched teeth. "You think I’ll let you off easy? Pray you never fall into my hands!"
Otherwise, he’d repay Lin Xuan a thousand times over for everything he’d suffered.
And not just Lin Xuan—everyone who mocked or looked down on him would pay.
Meanwhile, at Night Garden.
Su Hua stopped when she saw Lin Xuan hang up the phone.
Her crimson lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm as she spoke, occasionally grazing his earlobe.
"Ah Xuan…" Her voice was intoxicating. "Did you… enjoy that just now?"
"Y-yes…"
They’d done this countless times before, but tonight was different.
With his eyes blindfolded, his senses had been heightened to an unbearable degree.
It was too much—too intense.
"I’m glad you liked it."
Su Hua smirked.
Those techniques she’d learned online really worked.
"Now, Ah Xuan, just lie back and let me take care of you."
She kissed him again.
The air grew hotter, thick with desire.
Lin Xuan almost believed Su Hua planned to keep him occupied for three days straight.
But after an hour, just as he was ready for more, she covered his mouth with her hand.
"Ah Xuan, I’m tired."
Huh?
Confusion flashed across Lin Xuan’s face.
Hua’er was already worn out?
Given how aggressively she’d started, he’d assumed she wouldn’t let him rest tonight.
Su Hua untied the blindfold and unlocked the handcuffs around his wrists.
The lights were still on.
Now that he could see again, Lin Xuan noticed the bite marks on Su Hua’s porcelain skin.
"Ahem."
He quickly looked away.
Things had gotten a little too rough earlier.
Blindfolded, his senses had been amplified, and he’d lost control.
Su Hua stepped onto the plush carpet and walked to the wardrobe, slipping into a short, snow-white silk nightgown that barely reached her thighs.
Her slender, pale legs were impossible to ignore.
Lin Xuan’s mind involuntarily replayed the image of those legs wrapped around his waist.
Flustered, he averted his gaze and quickly got out of bed.
"Hua’er, I’m going to shower."
He needed to cool off.
"Wait."
Su Hua approached him, looping her arms around his neck as she gazed at the man she loved.
"Were you satisfied with my… service just now?"
"Y-yes, very." Lin Xuan swallowed hard at the memory.
Hua’er had been irresistible.
"Good." Her red lips curved. "Next time, let’s try something even more exciting, alright?"
Lin Xuan’s heart raced with anticipation.
More exciting…? What did she have in mind?
Su Hua’s smirk deepened. "I’ll prepare some tools—like a whip, candles…"
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Where on earth was Hua’er learning these things?
"Hua’er, l-let’s not go that far," he stammered.
Amusement flickered in Su Hua’s eyes.
She didn’t press further.
"You wanted to shower, right? Go ahead."
"Right, yeah."
Lin Xuan retreated into the bathroom.
Su Hua watched him go, her eyes softening.
She’d read somewhere that men easily grew bored of women.
She refused to let that happen.
She would ensure Lin Xuan’s heart—and body—remained hers forever.
So she’d studied extensively.
If she kept things thrilling in bed, he’d have no reason to look elsewhere.
By the time Lin Xuan returned, Su Hua was already asleep, her breathing steady.
Relieved, he exhaled.
It was better this way.
Otherwise, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up.
Tomorrow, he’d ask Butler Wang for another bowl of that vitality-boosting soup.
He needed to replenish his energy.
Lin Xuan climbed into bed and soon drifted off.
The woman who’d seemed fast asleep now opened her eyes.
In the dim moonlight seeping through the curtains, she studied the outline of his face.
Su Hua watched him for a long moment before leaning in to kiss his lips.
"Goodnight, Ah Xuan."
Once, she’d felt no attachment to this world.
But then she met him—her light, her happiness, her everything.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Su Hua closed her eyes, content.
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