Su Hua could faintly hear their conversation, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.
Giving the Night Rose to Xuan... If Xuan wanted it, it wouldn’t be impossible...
"Achoo—"
The Night Rose members who had just been discussing Su Hua and Lin Xuan suddenly sneezed several times in succession.
They rubbed their noses.
What was going on?
Why did they feel like something bad was about to happen?
Lin Xuan quickly found the antidote for the snake venom.
He crushed the herbs in his spatial storage and returned to Su Hua’s side.
Handing the herbs to one of the Night Rose members, he said, "Apply this to your leader."
The Night Rose member glanced at Su Hua and took a step back.
"Leader Lin, it’s better if you do it."
At this point, it was obvious their leader had taken a liking to the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader. She’d definitely want him to tend to her wounds. He didn’t dare do it himself—besides, their leader usually kept male members at a distance.
Lin Xuan tried handing the herbs to other Night Rose members, but their reactions were the same. They all avoided the medicine as if it were poison.
Su Hua watched this unfold, her lips quirking in amusement.
Good. They had sharp instincts. They deserved a bonus.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Isn’t she your leader? You won’t even help her with something as simple as applying medicine?"
One of the members replied, "Leader Lin, our leader is unpredictable and dislikes men getting too close. None of us dare to treat her."
"Leader Lin, she seems to favor you. Please, you should be the one to tend to her."
Lin Xuan’s frown deepened.
Twenty minutes had already passed. The venom in Night Rose’s arm couldn’t wait any longer.
Reluctantly, Lin Xuan took matters into his own hands.
He pressed the crushed herbs onto the bite wound on Su Hua’s arm and wrapped it with gauze.
Once finished, he removed the needle.
"Done."
Lin Xuan took a few steps back. "Don’t let the wound touch water for six hours. Other than that, there shouldn’t be any issues."
"Mm."
Su Hua nodded.
Her lips had regained their color, returning to their usual vivid hue.
"Leader Lin, thank you for saving my life," Su Hua said.
"It was nothing. Besides, saving you was also for my own sake—and for the Golden Dragon Gang’s. If something happened to you, your Night Rose wouldn’t let us off easily," Lin Xuan replied flatly.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered.
He wasn’t the type to help just anyone out of kindness.
"Leader Night Rose, your body is still weak from the venom, and you shouldn’t exert yourself. We’ll have to postpone our duel for another time," Lin Xuan said.
He exhaled.
Since negotiations with Night Rose had failed this time, he’d have to find another excuse to leave the country later.
He had hoped the matter between the Golden Dragon Gang and Night Rose would be resolved smoothly, but unexpected complications had arisen.
Su Hua smiled. "I still have to spend time with my boyfriend. I might not have another chance to meet with you, Leader Lin. Since you won the first round, all you need to do now is draw a portrait of me—that’ll count as your victory. What do you think?"
"A portrait of what?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Of course, it’s of me," Su Hua said with a laugh.
Lin Xuan’s brows knitted together.
Though he wasn’t keen on painting Night Rose’s likeness, doing so would mean cutting ties with her sooner.
"Fine. I agree," he said with a nod.
"Then, Leader Lin, let’s head back."
Su Hua got into the car.
"Leader Lin, aren’t you coming?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lin Xuan replied, "I’ll ride my horse."
Despite Night Rose’s claims of loving her boyfriend, he couldn’t shake the feeling that her interest in him wasn’t purely professional.
It was as if she wanted to claim him for herself.
The last woman who gave him this impression was Hua.
He didn’t want to share a confined space with Night Rose.
"Leader Lin, I have urgent matters to attend to and need to return immediately. Riding a horse would be too slow—I can’t wait for you," Su Hua said.
Reluctantly, Lin Xuan got into the car.
Su Hua’s lips curled in satisfaction.
"Leader Lin, would you mind telling me who your girlfriend is?"
Seated in the back, she directed the question at Lin Xuan in the passenger seat.
Lin Xuan answered impassively, "That’s private. I won’t discuss it."
Night Rose was no saint. If she had set her sights on him, revealing Hua’s identity might put her in danger.
He wouldn’t allow even the slightest threat to Hua’s safety.
"If Leader Lin refuses to tell me, then so be it."
For some reason, Su Hua couldn’t resist teasing her Xuan.
"I have quite a few beautiful women under me—all untouched. If you’d like, I can send them your way," she said, smirking.
The Night Rose member driving rolled his eyes.
Leader, we all see what you’re doing.
You’re clearly interested in the Golden Dragon Gang’s leader.
You say this now, but if he actually accepted those women, you’d be the first to lose your temper.
"Leader Night Rose, there’s no need. Since I already have a girlfriend, I have no interest in other women," Lin Xuan said.
Su Hua’s eyes curved with amusement, her mood visibly lifting.
Not wanting to push Xuan too far, she dropped the subject.
The car arrived at the Night Rose base.
Su Hua sat in a chair, legs crossed, a gun in hand. She rested her elbow on the backrest, propping her chin lazily.
Lin Xuan, meanwhile, sat before an easel, focused on his painting.
An hour later, he set down his brush.
"It’s done," he announced.
Su Hua walked over to the easel, her eyes landing on the portrait.
A flicker of surprise crossed her expression.
She had only suggested it offhandedly, but Xuan actually knew how to paint—and he was good at it.
A pang of jealousy struck her.
Xuan had painted Night Rose but never her...
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously, her aura turning icy.
Lin Xuan: "!!"
That look in Night Rose’s eyes... It was exactly like Hua’s.
The way Hua would glare when she was angry—or when she saw another woman getting too close to him.
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