"I have another reason for not telling Lin Xuan about my identity—it’s quite fun teasing him like this," Su Hua said with a smirk.
Jiang Qing fell silent.
She had no power to influence Su Hua’s decisions.
Suddenly, she found herself looking forward to the day when Lin Xuan discovered Su Hua’s identity as the leader of the Night Rose Alliance. The fallout would be spectacular.
"Secretary Jiang," Su Hua instructed, "use my alias, Dark Night Rose, to organize some charity events. Also, establish a foundation to support orphans."
"Yes," Jiang Qing replied respectfully.
She couldn’t help but glance at Su Hua.
The CEO’s sudden interest in philanthropy was likely an attempt to improve the Night Rose Alliance’s reputation—just in case Lin Xuan ever uncovered her secret identity.
Jiang Qing shook her head slightly.
Su Hua was really going to great lengths for Lin Xuan.
"Also, prepare an outfit for me," Su Hua added.
"An outfit?" Jiang Qing was puzzled.
Su Hua already had plenty of clothes in the Night Rose collection. What else could she possibly need?
Su Hua cleared her throat. "Something suitable for... seducing a man."
Jiang Qing: "!!!"
So that was it.
She never imagined the usually icy CEO would indulge in such risqué games with Lin Xuan in private.
It was hard to picture the composed Su Hua wearing something so provocative...
"CEO Su, are you planning to visit Lin Xuan?" Jiang Qing asked curiously.
"No," Su Hua replied flatly.
Jiang Qing frowned.
If not for Lin Xuan, then why did Su Hua need such an outfit?
"Just do as I say," Su Hua commanded, her expression unreadable.
"Yes," Jiang Qing complied, not daring to ask further.
Su Hua returned to her room, took a shower, and slipped into a silk nightgown.
When the time was right, she video-called Lin Xuan.
He answered immediately.
Currently on a business trip, Lin Xuan knew Su Hua was prone to overthinking. If he delayed answering even by a minute, she might spiral into suspicion.
He had to nip any doubts in the bud—otherwise, once he returned, Su Hua would punish him mercilessly, and his kidneys wouldn’t survive the ordeal.
At that moment, Su Hua lay sideways on the bed, dressed in a short black lace dress, her right hand propping up her chin.
She looked freshly showered, her cheeks flushed, her hair still slightly damp.
Her phone was propped on the table, giving Lin Xuan a full view of her long, pale legs and the plunging neckline that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
Against the black lace, her skin looked even fairer.
Lin Xuan’s mind involuntarily conjured an image of Su Hua lying naked on the bed.
His throat tightened.
"Sweetheart," Lin Xuan said, forcing his gaze away, "I was just about to shower. Maybe we can talk later?"
"Showering? Perfect," Su Hua purred. "I’ve never seen you shower over video before."
Lin Xuan sighed. "There’s nothing interesting about watching me shower."
"Are you shy?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
"We’ve showered together before. We’ve done far more intimate things in that bathroom. There’s no need to be embarrassed."
"I’m not embarrassed," Lin Xuan insisted. "Fine, if you insist on watching, go ahead."
Since they weren’t together in person, Su Hua couldn’t actually do anything to him. What harm was there in letting her look?
"I’ll wait," Su Hua said, her lips curving.
Lin Xuan grabbed fresh clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
He angled the camera toward the showerhead, stripped, and stepped under the spray.
Soon, steam filled the room.
Su Hua’s gaze traveled slowly—from Lin Xuan’s eyes, nose, lips, all the way down.
Her Lin Xuan had such an enticing body.
And his face was unfairly handsome.
Every inch of him was sculpted to her tastes.
She loved his body, and he loved hers. They were truly made for each other.
Her eyes lingered hungrily.
His ears—perfect for nibbling.
His eyes, nose—begging to be kissed.
His lips—made for deep, passionate kisses.
And then there was...
Perhaps Su Hua’s gaze was too intense.
Lin Xuan grew increasingly restless, speeding through his shower.
Once done, he quickly toweled off and threw on a robe.
Only then did he exhale in relief.
That should be safe enough.
"Sweetheart," Lin Xuan said, "it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you rest?"
Su Hua smirked. "It’s only 10 PM. And with a view like you, how could I possibly feel sleepy?"
Lin Xuan frowned.
For some reason, he had a feeling it would be better if Su Hua went to bed early.
"Sweetheart," he said seriously, "remember what the doctor said? You need proper rest to recover faster. The sooner you heal, the sooner he can treat you properly."
Su Hua’s lips curled.
Tonight, she had plans to punish Lin Xuan—no way was she sleeping early.
And she knew exactly how to make him yield.
"Lin Xuan, you seem awfully eager to end this call," she mused. "Is there someone else in your room? Waiting for you after we hang up?"
"No! Of course not," Lin Xuan protested. "I’m alone. I’m just worried about your health."
"Prove it," Su Hua challenged.
Lin Xuan panned the camera around the room.
"See? No one else here," he said.
"Hmm."
Su Hua nodded.
"But Lin Xuan, this room looks nothing like the one in the hotel video you sent me earlier."
Lin Xuan scrambled for an excuse. "The first room had a leak. The staff moved me to a different one."
Su Hua’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
He really was quick with lies.
"Fine, if you’re not tired yet, let’s chat a little longer," Lin Xuan conceded. Pushing further would only make her more suspicious.
"Whatever you say, darling."
Su Hua rested her chin on her hand.
"So, tell me—what did you do today? In detail."
"Nothing much. Just a business meeting overseas to finalize a project. It took a few hours, then we had dinner."
Lin Xuan recited the rehearsed explanation smoothly.
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