Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

An Lan frowned.

She stared into Lin Xuan's eyes: "Was it?"

"Yes, my direct supervisor, Chen Chuang, I discovered yesterday that he was having an affair with my girlfriend... my ex-girlfriend, and I beat him up."

Lin Xuan's eyes were indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Chen Chuang..."

An Lan's voice turned colder as she quickly pulled up her contacts and found his number.

"I'll handle this. Abuse of power, chaotic private life... As for your position and losses, the company will compensate you."

Her finger was about to press the dial button.

"No need, President An," Lin Xuan's voice interrupted her.

An Lan looked up, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Few people would refuse her help.

"I will handle my own affairs."

Looking into his determined eyes.

An Lan was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"it is good."

She put away her phone, took out a business card from a hidden compartment in her handbag, and handed it over.

"This is?"

"First Marketing Department, Su Yurou."

Seeing Lin Xuan's confusion, she simply pushed the business card in front of him.

"I don't like being rejected a second time. You can handle it yourself, but you can't leave the company."

"Why...why?"

"I'm the CEO, I disagree."

With that, An Lan reopened her phone and rejected the resignation application.

"Call her and deal with Chen Chuang yourself. Don't keep me waiting too long."

After saying that, she got up and walked straight to the door.

Watching her tall, straight figure disappear through the glass door, Lin Xuan lowered his head and picked up the business card.

Su Yurou.

He knew this person.

The head of the company's top marketing department, a key department, is said to be exceptionally capable, but he rarely appears at the company; he has never even seen him once.

Give yourself this business card...

"Does this count as living off a woman?"

Lin Xuan smiled helplessly.

Ten minutes later, he took out his phone and dialed the number on the business card.

"Hey? Who is this?" The phone rang three times before being answered.

A lazy, soft voice came out, so gentle it made one feel a tingling sensation.

"Hello Manager Su, I am Lin Xuan."

"Lin Xuan... Oh~~ President An just mentioned you to me. So, have you made up your mind?" The other person repeated softly, with a hint of amusement in their voice.

"Yes."

He's not stupid; he doesn't just keep refusing help from others.

"Yunjin Club, Room 688, waiting for you~"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Yunjin Club.

Lin Xuan knew this place; it was one of Jiangzhou's top private clubs, a members-only establishment.

Ordinary people can't even get through the door.

He put the business card away, got up, and left.

He hailed a taxi as soon as he went outside.

"Let's go to Yun Jin Club."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with much more admiration.

Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped beside a quiet tree-lined road.

Lin Xuan got out of the car and was greeted by a gray and white building with no sign at the entrance. There were only two men in black suits standing on either side of the entrance.

Look at this setup!

Just as he reached the door, one of the men stepped forward and politely stopped him.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"Room 688, Miss Su Yurou."

The man nodded, pressed the communicator in his ear a few times to confirm, and then stepped aside.

"Mr. Lin, please come in. Someone will be there to assist you on the sixth floor."

Lin Xuan nodded and went inside.

The lobby was extremely spacious, with soft lighting and a faint sandalwood scent in the air.

Lin Xuan walked into the elevator along the soft carpet.

The sixth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and a waitress in a cheongsam was already waiting.

"Mr. Lin, this way please."

Lin Xuan remained silent throughout the journey, but he was deeply shocked.

Is this the life of the rich?

At the end of the corridor, in front of room 688, the waiter gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Su Yurou's voice came from inside.

Lin Xuan pushed open the door and entered. The room was very large, and the first thing he saw was a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view of the river outside.

A figure was leaning against the sofa by the window.

Su Yurou.

She wore a long silk dress, the hem of which flared out beside the sofa. Her long, slender, fair legs were slightly raised, seemingly oblivious to the unintentional exposure of her round, fair skin.

Her long hair fell naturally, covering most of her face.

But this only added to her allure, making her appear both alluring and veiled.

With just one glance, Lin Xuan felt a strange surge of lustful desire rising in his lower abdomen.

He took a deep breath and went inside.

Su Yurou turned around and looked Lin Xuan up and down with her eyes:

"Lin Xuan?"

"Yes."

"You're good-looking. Come, have a seat."

As she spoke, she pointed to the sofa in front of her, which now only had half a person's seat left.

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down.

Su Yurou gently lifted her long, slender legs, and her bare feet touched Lin Xuan's legs.

"General An said you're going to deal with Chen Chuang?"

"Yes, Manager Su, can you help me?"

Lin Xuan stepped back slightly and nodded.

"That depends on what you can give me."

Su Yurou leaned forward, turned slightly to the side, and rested her chin on one hand.

Every move she made exuded extreme allure, a style completely different from An Lan's.

Lin Xuan felt the lustful fire in his lower abdomen growing stronger and stronger, and he forced himself to look at the river view outside.

"I can't give you anything right now."

"I know Chen Chuang has a deal with him, the contract is due tomorrow, the client is a rich woman named Zhao Xueli, if you can get it..."

Su Yurou chuckled and said casually.

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head to look at her.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Please massage my legs."

As she spoke, she actually put her long legs on Lin Xuan's legs.

Although Su Yurou is already thirty years old, her skin is firm and fair, no less than that of a young girl.

These legs are the object of the dreams of countless men in the company.

Now, it's draped over Lin Xuan's lap.

Lin Xuan frowned slightly and asked:

"Manager Su, what does this mean?"

"Literally, you asked me for help, so naturally I need to do something, right? Massage my legs, and I'll give you information about Zhao Xueli."

Su Yurou covered her mouth and chuckled, looking like she had Su Yurou completely under her thumb.

Lin Xuan hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and placed his hand on her leg.

slip.

柔。

A hint of disdain flashed in Su Yurou's eyes.

Ha, just a phoenix man trying to climb the social ladder. Does he even deserve a personal greeting from President An?

Just as she was about to pull her leg back and chase Lin Xuan away.

A surge of heat suddenly flowed up her legs and into her body, inch by inch upwards.

Su Yurou gasped in surprise in a low voice.

"Manager Su, my massages aren't cheap. Shall we... begin?"

As he spoke, Lin Xuan gave up controlling the evil fire in his lower abdomen. It instantly became frenzied and rushed into Su Yurou's body along Lin Xuan's arm.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Su Yurou cried out instinctively, then quickly covered her mouth.