Su Hua said, "I just want to stay like this with you for a while."
Lin Xuan had no choice but to indulge her.
Fortunately, there was only one dish left to prepare.
Five minutes later, the final dish was ready.
As Lin Xuan plated the food, he couldn't help but ask, "Hua Bao, it's only a little past four. Why are you back so early?"
Su Hua replied, "Of course, it's because I missed you, A-Xuan. That's why I came back."
Lin Xuan noticed that Su Hua was being unusually clingy today.
Perhaps it was because she had seen the message he sent earlier, which explained why she was sticking to him like glue.
He instructed the servants to bring out the dishes while wrapping his arm around Su Hua’s slender waist, leading her to the dining room.
The two of them sat down together at the table.
"Hua Bao, these are all your favorite dishes. Eat up," Lin Xuan said.
"And Hua Bao, you're too thin. You need to nourish yourself more."
As he spoke, his gaze subtly swept over Su Hua’s figure.
She was indeed quite slender—so much so that her waist looked as if it could snap with a single squeeze.
But…
Lin Xuan’s eyes trailed upward from her hips, lingering on her chest.
The places where she should have curves were certainly not lacking.
Ahem.
Why was his mind wandering like this?
He quickly averted his gaze, feeling slightly flustered.
"A-Xuan, feed me, okay?" Su Hua’s voice carried a sweet, coquettish tone.
"Of course, whatever Hua Bao wants," Lin Xuan replied dotingly, slipping back into feeding mode.
At the same time, he secretly sighed in relief. Su Hua’s expression seemed no different from usual—perhaps she wasn’t upset about him leaving for a few days after all.
The servants watched their interactions with excitement.
"Look at how affectionate Miss Su and Young Master Lin are! They’re the most loving couple I’ve ever seen. And they’ve been together for two years without a hint of boredom!"
"Exactly! I was so hurt by love before that I swore I’d never marry, but seeing them makes me want to fall in love again. If I could find the right person, maybe marriage wouldn’t be so bad."
"Let Young Master Lin and Miss Su stay together forever!"
"Yes, yes! They absolutely must get married!"
But then, the servants couldn’t help but wonder—
If the two of them had been together for so long and were still this affectionate, why hadn’t they married yet? And why no children?
These questions had puzzled them for ages.
After lunch, Su Hua and Lin Xuan settled on the sofa to watch TV.
Su Hua leaned against Lin Xuan’s chest.
As he looked down at her face, Lin Xuan frowned.
Something wasn’t right.
If he was leaving for a few days, why wasn’t Su Hua reacting at all? That wasn’t like her.
Could it be… she hadn’t seen the message he sent?
That had to be it!
Lin Xuan exhaled deeply.
He had deliberately chosen to tell her while she was at work, thinking that even if she was upset, by the time she got home, her emotions would have settled. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about her being angry.
But now, it turned out she hadn’t even seen the message!
He was leaving for the Black Triangle tomorrow morning—he had to bring it up tonight.
Thump, thump, thump.
His heart pounded nervously.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Xuan carefully rehearsed his words in his mind.
"Hua Bao," he began hesitantly.
"Hmm?" Su Hua glanced up at him. "Is something wrong, A-Xuan?"
"Well…" Lin Xuan cleared his throat. "There’s an urgent matter at the company. I’ll need to be away for a few days."
He continued, "At the earliest, two days. At the latest, maybe a week."
The leader of the Night Roses wasn’t an easy opponent.
Back then, it was the Golden Dragon Gang that had provoked them first, even threatening their top position.
This time, the Night Roses would likely fight back fiercely.
If a full-blown conflict broke out, it would take days to resolve. He might even get injured, adding recovery time to the delay.
Su Hua’s brows furrowed slightly.
A whole week… that long?
She masked the shadow in her eyes and simply nodded. "Okay."
Lin Xuan: "???"
That was it? Just an "okay"?
"Hua Bao, don’t you have anything else to say to me?" he couldn’t help but ask.
Su Hua arched a brow. "What should I say?"
"Never mind."
Lin Xuan shook his head. Maybe she was just being understanding, letting him handle business without fuss.
Relieved, he thought the crisis had been averted.
"Hua Bao, have some fruit."
Peeling a banana, he held it to her lips, his mood visibly lifting.
Su Hua took a bite, her eyes smiling.
Little did Lin Xuan know—she wasn’t letting him off the hook.
She was playing along… and what awaited him later would be far from easy.
Meanwhile, at the Su family’s ancestral home…
Huo Shen had come to dine with Old Master Su.
The old man smiled warmly. "Xiao Shen, come, there’s plenty of your favorite dishes here. You must’ve missed proper meals after all those years abroad. Now that you’re back, enjoy the flavors of home."
Old Master Su treated Huo Shen with exceptional kindness—not just because their families had been close for generations, but also because Huo Shen’s grandfather had died saving his life.
Thus, the old man held a special fondness for Huo Shen.
"Thank you, Grandfather Su," Huo Shen replied politely.
Old Master Su chuckled. "That girl Hua’er is always buried in work or wrapped around Xiao Xuan. She barely visits this old man once a month. Xiao Shen, I’m grateful you take the time to keep me company."
Huo Shen smiled. "It’s my duty, Grandfather Su."
At the mention of visits, the old man huffed. "They say daughters are little comforters, but Hua’er? More like a leaky one! The ancestral home is just twenty minutes from Night Garden, yet she can’t spare a moment for her grandfather."
Before Lin Xuan came into the picture, Su Hua used to visit often.
But ever since the two got together, she rarely came to see him anymore.
Sigh.
So much for a doting granddaughter—once love took hold, she forgot all about him.
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