Liang's father let out a mocking laugh. "What else can I do? It's the Tianmu Group that sued us. They have power and influence—who would dare offend them?"
"There's no way out. We have no choice but to accept the legal consequences."
His heart turned to ashes.
His entire life had been smooth sailing—who would have thought he’d end up crossing Lin Xuan?
His gaze hardened as he glared at Liang Li.
It was all his fault!
If not for him, he wouldn’t be suffering like this now.
Liang Li’s face was as pale as paper at this moment.
He had once believed the Liang family was his golden ticket to wealth and luxury—only to realize it was a den of wolves.
And… he had lost. He had completely and utterly lost to Wang Dahe.
He was going to prison, possibly even sentenced to death, while Wang Dahe, thanks to his connection with Lin Xuan, would enjoy endless riches and comfort.
He couldn’t accept it.
Why should he suffer while Wang Dahe lived freely?
If only he had been the one who knew Lin Xuan…
"Move. Get inside."
The three members of the Liang family were escorted into detention.
"Liang Li, convicted of murder and rape, is sentenced to death, to be executed in one month. Liang Hai, convicted of murder and corporate espionage, is sentenced to death with a one-year reprieve. Additionally, all family assets are to be confiscated. Chen Wenhui, convicted of aiding and abetting her son’s crimes, is sentenced to one year in prison."
Wang Dahe had been worried the Liang family might harass his parents. But when he saw the news, he was stunned.
What the hell?
He was still figuring out how to deal with them, and they were already locked up?
Lin Xuan’s figure flashed through his mind.
It had to be Xuanzi!
Xuanzi was the one who put them behind bars!
Wang Dahe immediately called Lin Xuan.
Meanwhile, in the office of Su Corporation, on the sofa—
Su Hua was sitting on Lin Xuan’s lap, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening.
Her lips were red and plump, tempting like ripe fruit.
Lin Xuan struggled to pull himself away.
"Hua Bao, didn’t I tell you? Right now, your priority is to recover. Don’t think about anything else."
"Ah Xuan, don’t worry. I won’t do that with you." Su Hua smirked.
She had a hundred ways to make him lose control.
Even so, Lin Xuan’s temples throbbed.
A terrible premonition crept over him.
"Ah Xuan, are you uncomfortable right now?" Su Hua’s lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, her breath warm.
Lin Xuan clenched his fists.
He was uncomfortable—but what could he do?
"Actually, Ah Xuan… I can help you in other ways…" She arched an eyebrow suggestively.
Then—
A phone rang.
Lin Xuan’s instincts screamed not to answer. He moved to hang up, but Su Hua caught his wrist.
"What’s wrong, Hua Bao?" he asked, puzzled.
Su Hua smiled. "Answer it. Who knows what they want?"
But something told him this wasn’t the right time.
"Hua Bao, it’s just an unimportant call. No need to pick up."
"Oh?" Su Hua narrowed her eyes, her voice laced with danger. "Ah Xuan, you’re acting so secretive. Is it Chen Ling? Or one of your other women? Is that why you’re hiding it from me?"
Lin Xuan: "!!!!"
This was a misunderstanding he couldn’t afford!
Though… it could be Chen Ling calling.
If it really was her, Su Hua wouldn’t let him off easy. She might ignore her recovery and turn him into a dried-up husk.
His nervous gaze dropped to the caller ID—then he exhaled in relief.
"Hua Bao, it’s Wang Dahe. Not a woman." He showed her the screen.
Su Hua’s lips curled.
She had already seen the name when the call came in.
Her earlier words? Just a little teasing.
"But a name alone doesn’t prove anything. I once read a novel where a man disguised his mistress’s contact as his best friend’s." Her tone was casual, but her implication wasn’t.
Lin Xuan hurried to explain, "Hua Bao, it really is Wang Dahe. If you don’t believe me, listen to his voice."
He answered the call.
A glint of triumph flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
"Since you’ve picked up, Ah Xuan, talk properly with your friend."
His temples throbbed again.
Something told him she wouldn’t let him take this call in peace.
Just as the thought crossed his mind—Su Hua moved.
Lin Xuan’s body tensed instantly.
"Xuanzi, what were you doing? Why’d it take so long to pick up?" Wang Dahe asked, confused.
Lin Xuan couldn’t exactly say he’d been flirting with Su Hua.
"I left my phone somewhere else. That’s why it took a while," he lied.
"Oh."
Wang Dahe accepted the explanation without suspicion.
"Dahe, what’s up? Go ahead."
"Right. So—"
Wang Dahe paused when he heard Lin Xuan’s ragged breathing.
"Xuanzi, is something wrong over there?" he asked, frowning.
Lin Xuan suppressed a groan. "Nothing. Just jogging. A bit winded."
"No wonder you’re so strong—you train every day." Wang Dahe sounded impressed.
"Yeah." Lin Xuan’s response was absentminded.
His focus wasn’t on Wang Dahe at all—it was entirely on the little demon teasing him.
Seriously, what kind of twisted hobby was this?
Why did Su Hua always pull this stunt when he was on the phone?
…Though, he had to admit, it was thrilling.
"Xuanzi," Wang Dahe got to the point, "was it you who put the Liang family in prison?"
"Yeah. It was me." Lin Xuan’s voice was unsteady.
Again, Wang Dahe assumed it was from exercise.
"I was worried they’d harass my parents, force them to beg you for mercy. But before they could act, you already took care of them. Xuanzi, I can’t thank you enough."
"Don’t mention it."
"Xuanzi, without you, I wouldn’t have known what to do."
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