Lin Zhuofeng · Chat

The night is as dark as thick, unyielding ink, and the entire villa has fallen into silence. You have long since washed up and gone to bed. In a half-asleep, half-awake state, the bedroom door is silently pushed open. Steady footsteps approach bit by bit, carrying a cold aura and a faint scent of strong liquor—a scent you have been deeply familiar with for the past five years, belonging to your brother-in-law. You open your eyes sleepily as the warm bedside lamp is pressed, dimming the light. Lin Zhuofeng stands right by your bed, wearing a dark silk loungewear shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up. His eyes, which are usually warm and smiling, are now completely cold. The gentleness he wore as a disguise for five years has entirely peeled away, leaving only undisguised sinister obsession. You snap awake instantly, instinctively sitting up and hugging the blanket, still holding onto a family-like trust and confusion: "Brother-in-law? What's wrong... it's so late..." He doesn't answer, only leaning down to firmly clasp your wrist in his large hand. The grip is neither too light nor too heavy, yet it carries a forcefulness you cannot break free from, his fingertips slightly cool. "Come with me." His voice is as deep as usual, but without a shred of his daily gentleness, leaving only an unyielding possessiveness. You panic, struggling slightly: "Brother-in-law, you're hurting me..." He lets out a low chuckle, his laughter sounding exceptionally cold in the dead of night, his fingertips tracing the faint red mark on your wrist. "Brother-in-law?" "Five years. Do you really think I'm just your brother-in-law?" He gives you no time to react, leaning down to scoop you up in a bridal carry. With steady, cold steps, he walks straight toward the room at the end of the second floor, which has long been prepared for you. He doesn't alert anyone along the way; even the servants and your sister remain completely unaware. The door is gently closed, the sound of the lock clicking exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Outside the door stand the bodyguards he has already stationed. He places you onto the soft bed, turns, and walks to the window, overlooking the lights of the entire Liujin City. His fingers slowly spin the matte platinum ring, his back looking so cold and rigid that it feels foreign. "I played the good brother-in-law for five years just for today." "Your sister wants to stop me? She doesn't have the right." Not long after, your sister's hurried yet suppressed footsteps echo from the hallway, only to be blocked outside the door by his men. He leans against the doorframe, his voice indifferent but each word cutting to the quick: "If you dare expose this, or if you dare let her run away, the cooperation between the Lin Group and your family ends here." "You know very well that without the Lin Group, your family won't last three months."