Huo Shen's eyes shifted slightly.
It seemed Old Master Su really wanted Hua'er to visit him.
If Old Master Su knew Hua'er wasn’t visiting because of Lin Xuan, he would surely hold a grudge against him.
Huo Shen could add fuel to the fire.
If Old Master Su firmly opposed Hua'er and Lin Xuan being together, surely Hua'er would consider her own grandfather’s feelings.
After a moment of thought, Huo Shen spoke up, "Hua'er and Young Master Lin are very close—they’re practically inseparable. Lin Xuan often accompanies President Su at the company, and Hua'er probably spends all her free time with him. That’s why she hasn’t had much time to visit you."
Old Master Su nodded. "That does seem to be the case."
Every time Little Xuan and Hua'er visited the old residence, or when he went to Night Garden, if he talked too long with Little Xuan, Hua'er would get jealous.
Her possessiveness was overwhelming—she clung to Little Xuan every moment, ensuring he couldn’t interact with anyone but her.
Who would have thought his precious granddaughter would one day be jealous of her own grandfather?
Huo Shen continued, "Honestly, I think Hua'er is in the wrong here. No matter how much she loves her boyfriend, she shouldn’t neglect her family."
"She’s always been so composed—she’s not the type to lose herself over a man. Could someone have bewitched her into acting this way?"
Old Master Su frowned and glanced at Huo Shen.
Lately, Little Shen had been behaving himself, and he’d assumed Huo Shen had moved on from his feelings for Hua'er.
But no—he still loved her.
Now he was here, trying to sow discord, making it seem like Lin Xuan was the reason Hua'er had grown distant from her grandfather. He wanted Old Master Su to break them apart.
As if that would ever happen.
Unless he wanted his granddaughter to become a nun and never give him great-grandchildren.
And if he did interfere, Hua'er would surely disown him—he’d lose his beloved granddaughter for good.
Huo Shen squirmed under the old man’s gaze.
"Grandfather Su, is something wrong? Did I say something inappropriate?" he asked nervously.
"Nothing," Old Master Su replied, withdrawing his stare.
"You were mistaken earlier. No one ‘bewitched’ her—she’s like this because she loves Little Xuan so much that she can’t bear to be apart from him."
Huo Shen clenched his fists.
What was going on?
Shouldn’t Old Master Su be furious that Lin Xuan had stolen Hua'er away from him?
Why was he still defending Lin Xuan?
A realization struck Huo Shen, and his grip tightened.
Damn it!
Lin Xuan’s methods were truly masterful—he’d even managed to fool someone as sharp as Old Master Su.
If only he’d returned to the country sooner, he could have stopped Lin Xuan before Hua'er and Old Master Su fell under his spell.
"Little Shen," Old Master Su said solemnly, "Before, Hua'er was always alone. She pushed every man away—I truly thought she’d remain single forever."
"But then Little Xuan appeared, and I realized Hua'er wasn’t emotionless—she just hadn’t met the right person. Little Xuan is that person for her."
Huo Shen’s hands tightened beneath the table.
Why was Old Master Su saying this now? Was it a warning?
Old Master Su continued, "Little Shen, you must understand—when someone like Hua'er falls in love, it’s for life. Even if Little Xuan were to die, she would never choose another man."
"So no one should even think of coming between them."
He had watched Huo Shen grow up.
His grandfather had entrusted him with Huo Shen’s care before passing.
He didn’t want the boy to ruin himself over unrequited love.
If Huo Shen tried anything against Lin Xuan, Hua'er would retaliate—and not even Old Master Su could protect him then.
"Little Shen, did you hear me?" Old Master Su pressed.
Huo Shen’s eyes darkened.
Now he was certain—this was a warning.
Old Master Su was telling him to stay out of their relationship.
Hah.
Su Guoxiong claimed to care for him like a grandson, but it was all just empty words.
He knew Huo Shen loved Hua'er—hadn’t he once promised to let them marry?
But then Lin Xuan came along, and everything changed.
Clearly, in Su Guoxiong’s eyes, Lin Xuan was the favorite.
The old man’s kindness was nothing but guilt—his grandfather had saved Su Guoxiong’s life, and this was just repayment.
His grandfather never should have saved him.
They all thought he stood no chance with Hua'er?
Fine. He’d prove them wrong.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Once he found the right person, he could tear Hua'er and Lin Xuan apart—then he’d step in and claim her for himself.
A cold glint flashed in Huo Shen’s eyes before he masked it.
"Grandfather Su, I understand," he said, nodding.
"I hope Hua'er and Lin Xuan stay happy together."
Not a chance.
Old Master Su smiled. "Good. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses."
"Grandfather, you should eat more," Huo Shen said, serving him more food. "Take care of your health—you’ll need your strength to hold your great-grandchildren."
And those children would be his and Hua'er’s.
"You’re right," Old Master Su chuckled.
Huo Shen kept up the pleasantries, but beneath the surface, his heart was ice.
Night Garden.
Su Hua and Lin Xuan had been watching TV until nine.
She yawned.
"Tired, Hua?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Mhm."
"Let’s shower and go to bed then."
He needed an early night too—tomorrow, he had to leave for Black Triangle.
By tomorrow evening, he’d likely face the infamous Dark Rose. She was a formidable opponent, and he needed to be sharp.
Honestly, he was curious about her. According to Wang Ba’s intel, she was a woman—impressive, for someone to build such a powerful underground faction.
He looked forward to testing her skills.
Su Hua nodded, then leaned close, her lips brushing his ear.
"Xuan, carry me upstairs?"
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