Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 27
Dealing with Xu Jiayan was giving Su Wuji a splitting headache.
“Miss Mu is really exceptional,” Xu Jiayan said, lips curled in a gentle smile. “But I won’t back down.”
Su Wuji gave her a look. “Hey, I just beat up your little brother. Shouldn’t you be pissed at me? Maybe even want revenge?”
“Oh, is that so?”
Xu Jiayan turned to her brother, Xu Jiaze, and crooked a finger. “Come here.”
The poor guy had been kneeling the entire time. At her summons, a visible shiver ran down his spine.
Still, he obediently shuffled over on his knees.
“Tell me, Jiaze—should I avenge you right now?” Xu Jiayan asked sweetly.
Before he could even think of an answer, she yanked him up by his injured shoulder!
Her hand gripped the spot where his collarbone was fractured. Her curvaceous hips twisted with the fluid grace of a dancer—bam! A clean, practiced back throw slammed him into the ground.
Thud!
Xu Jiaze hit the floor hard. His whole shoulder felt like it was being ripped apart—tears sprang to his eyes from the sheer pain.
Su Wuji’s brow twitched.
That throw was textbook. No way she hadn’t drilled that move a thousand times.
Xu Jiayan gave her brother a sharp kick. “Try bothering your brother-in-law again, and I’ll break you in half.”
Tears streamed down Xu Jiaze’s face as he nodded frantically. “Sis, I get it! I swear, I won’t dare again! Please, ask Brother-in-law to forgive me!”
Had he known these two were this close, he wouldn’t have dared touch Song Zhiyu with a ten-foot pole!
“Brother-in-law? Don’t push it.” Su Wuji shot a cold glance at Xu Dongkai. “Take your idiot son and get lost. Next time I see him, I’ll beat him again.”
“Yes, yes, of course!” Xu Dongkai tugged his son away in a hurry, but not before shooting his daughter a meaningful glance.
That look clearly said: Get him. Lock him down.
Xu Jiayan turned her gaze back to Su Wuji, smiling sweetly. “I’ll be working in Ninghai from now on. I can come visit Linzhou often.”
“Focus on your job,” Su Wuji coughed, trying to sound stern. “Don’t come around bothering me.”
Her chest kept bobbing in front of his eyes, just barely contained by the neckline of her shirt. The creamy sliver of skin peeking through was downright dizzying.
He struggled to stay composed—hell, even his rejections lacked conviction.
“You saved my life,” Xu Jiayan murmured, voice like silk. “If not for you, I would’ve been ruined by those scumbags.”
It was true. Back when Su Wuji had stormed into the Jiali International Club, she’d been tied up—both hands and feet bound.
She’d been wearing nothing but two thin layers of cotton underwear, her body on full display. Paired with those killer curves of hers, the scene had been… dangerously erotic.
“You gave me a second life.”
Her hand slid onto Su Wuji’s shoulder. Eyes brimming with emotion, she said softly, “My body and soul belong to you now. Take them—whenever you want.”
Su Wuji snorted. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If I really let loose, I might wear you out.”
“Oh?” Xu Jiayan giggled, laughter rippling through her like waves in spring. The sight almost knocked Su Wuji off his game.
“Then it’s a promise.” She gave him a tight hug. “Once I finish up my current projects, I’ll come find you. And when I do… you better keep that promise to wear me out.”
Su Wuji tensed under the softness of her embrace. “What… job do you do again?”
“Surgeon.” She beamed and pulled a card from the back pocket of her hot pants, slipping it into his hand.
Su Wuji glanced down.
Ninghai Cihui International Hospital
General Surgery Department
Physician — Xu Jiayan
“Come see me sometime,” she said with a wink. “I look really good in a lab coat… and I can wear only a lab coat.”
She turned and walked to her car, hips swaying in a rhythm that stirred visions in Su Wuji’s brain—scenes from those hospital-themed movies that involved… a lot of physical therapy.
He exhaled through his nose. “A few years overseas and she comes back shameless as hell. She ought to learn from someone like Mu Qianyu.”
By ten that evening, Queen Bar was at its wildest.
Su Wuji lounged in a booth on the second floor, earbuds in to block out most of the chaos.
The dancefloor below was a storm of lights, bodies, and sound—but he seemed detached from it all. His eyes, quiet and focused, were locked on his phone.
He was reading an email, the content in English. Words like Silvermoon, Linzhou, and Zhuo Chengqi stood out.
His reply, typed in Mandarin, was short and to the point:
爱咋咋地，我不干涉。
(Do whatever you want. I’m not getting involved.)
Nearby, Xiao Yinlei leaned over the railing, her back to him.
The soft, heavy pressure of her curves pressed into the rail.
From Su Wuji’s vantage point, he had a perfect view of that alluring silhouette—waist like a willow, hips like poetry.
The kind of view that made a man want to press up behind her, cradle that waist, and sway gently with her.
Plenty of men had wanted to get handsy with Xiao Yinlei in the past. They all ended up with swollen faces and broken teeth, courtesy of Queen Bar’s security.
She suddenly turned and sat beside him, plucking the earbud from his ear.
“Boss,” she said, leaning in, her unique scent wrapping around him, “there’s a pretty girl who just walked in.”
That got his attention. “Where? Lemme see.”
Plenty of pretty girls showed up at Queen Bar, but one that Xiao Yinlei labeled as pretty? That was rare.
“There.” She pointed toward the entrance.
A short-haired girl in white sportswear walked in, sipping fruit juice as she settled onto a high stool.
The music was booming, the crowd a writhing sea—but she frowned now and then, occasionally plugging her ears with her fingers. Clearly not a fan of the noise.
Her features were a picture of classical Eastern beauty—refined, elegant. But there was steel in her brow, a bold, commanding presence behind the gentleness.
“She is beautiful,” Su Wuji murmured. “Great figure, healthy vibe… most importantly, she’s all natural.”
Most of the girls who frequented Queen Bar had been enhanced one way or another—surgical tweaks, digital touch-ups, some with over 40% of their bodies “upgraded.”
Su Wuji had seen enough to tell the difference at a glance. One bounce on the dancefloor, and he could call out every fake curve in the room.
“Truly a sight for sore eyes,” Xiao Yinlei agreed. “Boss, should I go get her number?”
Su Wuji narrowed his gaze. “She keeps frowning. Clearly not used to this kind of environment. But she’s still looking around. What do you think she’s here for?”
Xiao Yinlei caught on fast. “Never seen her before… definitely looking for someone. Most likely—you.”
Su Wuji’s smile turned sharp. “Send two people to test the waters. See what she’s after.”
Xiao Yinlei chuckled. “Shouldn’t the boss be the one doing the testing?”
Test her… bottom?
The double entendre was too strong to miss. Su Wuji shot her a glare. “Crack one more joke like that, and I’ll test your bottom first!”
She didn’t miss a beat. “I’m afraid you won’t dare.”
At that moment, Xiao Pang piped up. “Boss, I’ve got a question.”
Su Wuji clapped him on the shoulder. “A rare initiative from you. I’m impressed. Ask away.”
“If I say something wrong, you dock my pay. But when Manager Xiao teases you, all you do is threaten to spank her. Why don’t you threaten me?”
Pfft… Xiao Yinlei burst out laughing, her qipao trembling with tantalizing ripples.
Su Wuji gritted his teeth. “Xiao Pang…”
Downstairs, two men approached the short-haired girl. Smiles, clinking glasses, a few lines of small talk.
She waved them off.
One of the guys pulled out a car key, slapping it down on the table. A Porsche.
She calmly picked up the key—and dropped it into her drink.
Su Wuji’s eyes lit up. “Now that’s personality.”
Xiao Yinlei grinned beside him. “Right up your alley, huh?”
That girl… was Jiang Wanxing. Jiang Haobing’s older sister.
Su Wuji was planning to revive the Su family’s legacy by working with Mu Qianyu. In the capital, certain parties had noticed—and made their move ahead of schedule.
When Jiang Wanxing walked into Queen Bar, when Su Wuji laid eyes on her—
The north and south lines began to converge.
Now, it was time to test each other’s depths.
