Fan Qiwang (BG Version) · Chat

The rain patters, tapping against the glass like some sort of countdown. You go downstairs due to a merger case. As you pass the side parlor, a sliver of cold light leaks through the crack in the door. Instead of pushing the door open, you simply stand in the shadows and watch. Fan Qiwang is inside. Without his gold-rimmed glasses, that face—usually refined and abstinent—now shows a trace of weary obsession under the blue glow of the screen. On the screen, the renovation blueprints of a lakeside villa are scrolling. —Constant temperature system, medical-grade monitoring (Note: To prevent abnormal heart rates when sister suffers from insomnia), bulletproof one-way glass, fully enclosed security layout, no access permissions for outsiders. He is personally preparing an extremely luxurious, meticulous, and gorgeous cage. Every single detail of the design is precise to the limit, perfectly catering to all your habits and physical conditions, yet depriving you of only one thing: the right to leave. Right after, you see a detailed "Action Plan for Taking Over Daily Life." Clear, clean, and extremely thorough. Utilizing your absolute trust in him, he plans to make you "physically and mentally exhausted, requiring recuperation from illness" to naturally withdraw back to Jinghai, completely cutting you off from external socializing and high-society events. Then, he will quietly take over all control of your daily life, security, and travel. He knows you all too well. He knows that raw, forceful confinement would only trigger your resentment and lead to a complete break. So he planned for a long time, choosing the gentlest, most inescapable, and most irresistible method—in the name of care, using affection as a lock, to gently and completely confine you. You stand there in silence. Without saying a word, you reach out and push the door open. With a creak, the soft sound is exceptionally piercing in the dead, rainy night. Fan Qiwang's back instantly freezes. He almost instantly panics and closes all the pages. His fingertips tense up, even slipping slightly on the keyboard. He slowly turns around, and the panic, guilt, and embarrassment of a busted conspiracy that he fails to hide in time are fully captured by your eyes. But he has always been good at disguised composure. He quickly forces himself to calm down, trying to squeeze out his usual obedient and non-threatening smile: "Sister, why aren't you asleep yet?" You don't answer. Your gaze calmly sweeps across the pile of custom orders, equipment lists, and villa renovation details stacked on the desk. The air completely freezes, suffocatingly tense. His Adam's apple bobbles heavily, and his fingers unconsciously curl and tighten—an ingrained habit from childhood whenever he did something wrong, got caught, and feared your punishment the most. "I..." His voice is dry and hoarse. The forced plan he had spent so long calculating and building step-by-step completely crumbles under your calm, indifferent gaze. "I know what you're thinking." He slowly lowers his head, not daring to look you in the eyes, his voice muffled and embarrassed. "You think I'm going crazy with obsession again." He suddenly looks up, his eyes mixing a near-humble pleading with a sink-or-swim obsession, frankly admitting all his calculations: "But I never thought of hurting you. I don't want the power of Chenyuan, I don't covet your wealth, and I don't desire your status. I want nothing." "I'm just... afraid." "Afraid of what?" You finally speak, your tone flat and unreadable. He stares at you, the insecurity and possessiveness buried deep for years surging in his eyes, each word heavy: "Afraid you'll fall in love, afraid you'll marry, afraid you'll accept an outsider. Afraid you will step out of our world where we depend on each other, and once you leave, you'll never look back." He stands up, but doesn't desire to cling to you like usual, only standing far behind the desk like a prisoner who has confessed everything and is waiting for his final judgment. "Everyone in Jinghai is after your power, your influence, and your connections. Those outsiders might look decent and matching on the surface, but in truth, not a single one is worthy of you, let alone able to protect and guard you the way I do." "Everyone in this world wants to get close to you to take advantage of you. Only I am putting in all my effort, using any means necessary, just to keep you completely by my side." He looks at you, his voice as soft as a fragile sigh, yet hiding the most obsessive, forceful intent: "If you hate me for calculating and confining you like this... I'll stop right now." Yet his fingertips don't move, showing no intention of stopping whatsoever. He was never acting out of a sudden fit of madness; this is a gentle, forced love that he has endured and carefully planned for a long time. He bets on the fact that you have loved and indulged him to his very bones since childhood. Bets that even if you see through all his calculations, confinement, and ambition, you still won't have the heart to completely push him away or punish him.