"Huabao." Lin Xuan's fingers brushed over the bandage on Su Hua's skin. "What happened here?"
"It's nothing." Su Hua avoided his gaze. "Just a little accident with a knife."
"Let me see." Lin Xuan's voice was laced with concern.
"No need. The doctor already treated it." It was a snakebite wound—if her Ah Xuan saw it, he’d surely realize she was the infamous "Midnight Rose."
There was no way she’d let him find out.
"Besides, it’s just a minor injury, Ah Xuan. It’s really nothing," Su Hua insisted.
Lin Xuan couldn’t shake the feeling she was hiding something.
He wanted to uncover the truth.
"Huabao, I know a bit about medicine. Let me check how your wound is healing." He reached for the bandage, intent on peeling it off.
Su Hua caught his wrist and pinned him down beneath her.
That look in her eyes…
Lin Xuan’s heart began to race.
Su Hua’s delicate brows arched slightly. "Ah Xuan keeps insisting on treating my wound. Is that just an excuse to avoid punishment?"
She nipped at his earlobe, her voice a teasing whisper. "You’re getting sneakier by the day."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
He swore—this time, he genuinely hadn’t been scheming.
He just wanted to check on her injury… and figure out what had really caused it.
"Huabao," he protested, shaking his head. "That’s not what I meant. Don’t misunderstand."
"But I don’t believe you."
Her fingertips trailed suggestively down his chest.
"Unless Ah Xuan can prove otherwise, I might start thinking… you’re not up to the task. That’s why you keep avoiding this."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Not up to it?
No man could let such an accusation slide.
His competitive spirit flared.
In one swift motion, he wrapped an arm around Su Hua’s slender waist and flipped their positions, looming over her now.
"Huabao, don’t beg for mercy later," he warned, dead serious.
"I won’t." Her eyes gleamed with challenge, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "I’m looking forward to seeing what Ah Xuan can do."
Her nails skimmed lightly down his back.
"Ah Xuan… begin."
Lin Xuan captured her lips in a searing kiss.
A flicker of triumph flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
Ah Xuan had taken the bait.
——[Scene Transition: Content Omitted]——
An hour later.
Lin Xuan regretted his earlier bravado.
Damn it!
How had he forgotten? Su Hua’s stamina far surpassed any ordinary woman’s.
Getting her to beg for mercy was nearly impossible.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.
"Ah Xuan, need a break?" Su Hua dabbed at his face with a tissue.
He desperately wanted one.
But if he admitted exhaustion now, wouldn’t that prove her earlier taunt right?
"I’m fine."
His tone was firm. "Seems like Huabao’s the one who’s tired, trying to call a timeout."
"If Ah Xuan’s still going strong, then let’s continue." She smirked.
Lin Xuan’s heart sank.
How much longer until she finally yielded…?
By 2:30 AM, they’d been at it for over three hours.
Su Hua could tell Lin Xuan was pushing himself to the limit.
As much as she wanted to keep going, her heart ached for him.
Moreover, she had something important to do later.
Su Hua began her performance.
She pretended to be overwhelmed, her voice trembling, "Brother, I know I was wrong. I’ll never say you’re not good enough again. Please, spare me."
"Brother..."
"Let me go."
Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.
His Hua Bao was finally begging for mercy.
Thank goodness she gave in first—otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer either.
Lin Xuan curled his fingers and lightly tapped Su Hua’s nose. "Fine, since you’ve apologized, I’ll let you off for now."
A while later, Lin Xuan rolled off Su Hua and collapsed onto the bed, exhaling deeply.
He was utterly exhausted.
Come to think of it, he’d been the one taking charge the whole time, while Hua Bao had just lain there. Why was she so tired so quickly today?
Was it because she’d been on a long flight?
Yeah, that had to be it.
There was no way Hua Bao was deliberately holding back for his sake.
Fifteen minutes later.
After washing up, Lin Xuan lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The woman beside him, who had seemed to be asleep, slowly opened her eyes.
The silk strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder, revealing pale skin marked with vivid bruises.
She pressed a soft kiss to Lin Xuan’s forehead.
"Ah Xuan, sleep well. I have a small matter to take care of."
Her gaze accidentally drifted to the scars on Lin Xuan’s back, and her eyes turned icy.
Whoever hurt her Ah Xuan deserved to die.
Su Hua changed into fresh clothes and left the room.
She pulled out her phone and made a call.
Meanwhile, in another room, Jiang Qing was lost in a sweet dream.
In it, she lived in a grand villa, waited on hand and foot, with every delicacy delivered straight to her lips—a life of pure leisure.
A blissful smile spread across Jiang Qing’s sleeping face.
Perfect.
No more slogging as an overworked employee—just lounging around, with everything served to her. What could be better?
Suddenly, her phone rang sharply, shattering the dream.
Jiang Qing jolted awake, irritation flaring.
She grabbed the phone without even checking the caller ID.
Through gritted teeth, she snapped, "What the hell? Do you know what time it is? Disturbing someone’s sleep is a sin punishable by divine lightning!"
"You’d better have a damn good reason."
If this was some scammer from overseas, she’d fly there and hunt them down herself.
And if it was one of those fraud rings, she’d ask Su Hua to help wipe them off the map!
A brief silence followed before the caller spoke. "Secretary Jiang."
Jiang Qing: "!!!!"
Wait.
Wasn’t that the voice of... Su Hua, the ruthless boss?
Jiang Qing nearly tumbled off the bed.
She’d just cursed out the infamous "Ice Queen" to her face—was she out of her mind?
"S-Su Hua," Jiang Qing stammered, swallowing hard. "I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize it was you. I thought it was some scammer. If I’d known, I’d never have spoken like that!"
"You know how loyal I am to you, Su Hua."
"Hmm." Su Hua acknowledged indifferently. Right now, avenging Ah Xuan was her priority—she had no time to dwell on trivialities.
"Secretary Jiang, I need you to handle something for me."
Relief washed over Jiang Qing. Su Hua wasn’t going to punish her after all.
"Of course, Su Hua. What is it?" Jiang Qing asked, her tone now respectful and attentive.
Su Hua commanded coldly, "Send someone to capture the leader of the Black Right Gang, Luo Fenhao, and bring him to me."
Her voice was icy to the bone.
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